Broken -Destiel-

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"Get out of my house!" My mother screamed at me "what?" I asked in total shock "you promised to love me no matter what" I raised my shaking voice "Not if you choose to be like this" she came back. "He didn't choose to be like this. He was born this way" my dad stuck up for me. He stuck up for me? He never did that before, especially to mom. "Go pack your things. You're leaving" I heard, but it wasn't from mom like I would expect it to be. It was from dad. He was talking to mom when he said it. "Excuse me?" She exclaimed "you heard me" he spoke calmly "you're leaving. If you can't love our son for who he is then he deserves a better mother" mom and I were both standing there, mouths open wide and eyes glued to dad. We all just stood there for what seemed like forever but It was probably only a minute or so. "Go" dad screamed at her "pack your things and leave" he finished, louder than before. She walked up the stairs muttering curse words to herself and packed her bags.

10 minutes later she came down with a duffle bag in her hands. "I'll be at the nearest hotel. If Gabriel and Anna want to come say goodbye, you know where I am. If any of them agree with my decision, they can stay with me and not here with-" she stopped, looking me up and down, disgust written all over her face "..him" she continued. "Goodbye Chuck" and with that she walked out.

Everything went silent. The only sound was the TV upstairs playing quietly in the background. At this point I had a couple tears streaming down my face "Dad" was all I could manage to get out. He turned around to face me and then next thing I know he's hugging me. "It doesn't matter who you love. I will be here for you, son" he pulled away after that, still looking at me though "I love you, dad. I'm sorry" I whispered loud enough so only he'd be able to hear me even though it was only us two in the house at the moment. "Don't be sorry. Now, go upstairs and take a nap. You look exhausted" I did what I was told and walked to my room.

I flopped down on my bed "what have I done..." I questioned to myself. Within the next few minutes I was passed out on my bed, head paining from all the crying I had done.