You Are Not Alone (~Destiel~)

Chapter 8

hey that chapter was shorter than the rest are you proud of me

unless you like long chapters

i duno ill shorten this one too

do you guys hate me for these weird messages

probably

haha

"Please....I won't do it again...Just please..." Cas' sentence was cut off when he coughed and a bit of blood came out. He let his head fall because he wasn't strong enough to hold it high anymore. He let his body go loose and let them kick his stomach, what else could he do?

"Why don't you respond to my texts, Castiel?" He stopped kicking Cas and knelt down to look at his face.

"Because if I do you'll kill me..." Cas coughed again, trying to look outside but the door to the bathroom door was closed. The boy laughed and picked up Cas' books,

"You're right." He laughed, "Good luck in math with no text book." He runs away with his books, laughing and making jokes when he got with his friends. Cas weakly pulled out his phone and looked through the texts,

'hey faggot come to school tomorrow and me and my friends are coming for you'
'wanna see what my new gun does to your head gods boy'
'every one would be some much happyer if you were dead'
'kill your self already'
'i wont stop until those pills are down your throat'
'be a good fag and die'
'your alone in this one'
'die'

This was so stupid, they were so stupid. Cas hated reading them, and they just kept coming. They didn't even use proper grammar, it annoyed the hell out of Cas. Dean was getting even more interested, but Cas never wanted him to find out. He kept telling himself to ignore it, but it was so hard. It was too hard to ignore. He didn't want to tell anyone or get help because then the boys would be even more mad at him and hurt him more, he feared that. He was hopeless.

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"H-Hey Dean." Cas waves as he sees Dean on his screen. Dean smiles at him,

"Cas! Jeez it's good to see your face after a long day at school!"

"You say that every time..."

"Because it's always true!" They both started laughing, but then the front door opened. It was John, of course.

"DEAN WINCHESTER!" He yells as he storms in, Sam following quickly behind with watery eyes. Dean was lost,

"H-Hold on Cas," He laid the computer on the bed and stepped off of it, walking towards John, "What is it, dad?"

"Dean! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Dean!" Sam ran in crying, running over to Dean and grabbing his arm.

"Sorry for what? What did you do?"

"I let it slip, I let yours and Cas' secret slip!" He nearly screamed, he was terrified. Dean hated seeing him like it so he ignored John for a second to kneel down by Sam and smile,

"Sammy, Sammy, it's okay. I was...I was gonna tell him at one point anyways. Better sooner than later, right? It's okay, go play with your game." He pats Sams head gently then nudges him over to the bedroom where he grabs his game.

"Now you listen to me-"

"What are you so mad about?!" Dean yells, stepping away from him in fear.

"The fact that I did not raise my child to be like this!" He yells back. Dean immediately knew what he was going to say, but he thought for a few seconds before saying it.

"YOU NEVER RAISED YOUR CHILD AT ALL!" He yelled, but it oddly felt good to say. He held his fists at his sides.

"What?" John actually seemed confused, like he was acting stupid.