Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 2

(Mentions of abuse)

Dean POV

Waking up was never fun. It was always in a different, but a familiar way for Dean. This morning it was a particularly cold breeze that gusted through the room. Sighing, he turned and looked at the clock praying that he had more time to sleep. Unfortunately for him, however, the clock read 5:15. Shit, I'm late is all that ran through his head. His father would be pissed when he saw him walking out after the time he told him to be out of the house. Shivering slightly at the thought, he got out of bed and threw on the first part of clean clothes he found. He didn't have much to chose from when it came to clothing due to his father 1) not taking them into consideration when angry and 2) it wasn't like he was allowed to buy new clothes. 

Once he was dressed, he brushed his teeth and ruffled his hair not caring much about his appearance. It wasn't like it mattered what he looked like at this point anyway. Then he moved toward the door and tentatively turned the nob. Letting out a breath of relief when he found it unlocked, he began to make his way up the stairs as quietly as possible. He knew better than to make any noise in case his brother was to wake up. He had never done that before, but he knew that whatever his father would do to him would not be good.

In the kitchen, John was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. Dean could feel his glare on him as he moved toward to door of the house. He just ignored him and continued his way out of the door. He had parked his car a few blocks down the road because John didn't want it to be known he was home. He just took his time to make it to his Impala. He had a slight limp in his step due to John stepping on his knee at some point yesterday. He knew better than to show any sign of weakness around anyone, but he was alone for a moment. He could allow himself to feel something for a while and he let himself enjoy it while it lasted. 

Too soon for his liking, he made it to his car. As much as he loved his car, he was enjoying his time walking alone for a bit. He opened the door and sat down carefully in the soft leather seats trying to ignore the pain that was coursing through his body. Turning on the car, he sat there and listened to the car engine roar to life. Dean loved the feeling of the car coming to life under his hands. It was one of the few things he could control in his life and he valued it. 

Dean looked at the clock to see that he still had an hour and a half before schools started. It typically took him longer to make it to the car, but he also had gotten lucky with Sam coming home earlier than usual. Shrugging to himself, Dean felt shooting pain travel down his spine bringing tears to his eyes. He hated being in pain, but he was happy that he was aware of it now rather than finding out while sitting in the middle of class. With this on his mind, he backed out and drove to school in hopes of napping for another hour of sleep.

As he pulled into the school, he remembered that he hadn't even looked to see how bad his face looked. Parking in his car he pulled down the blind. He could see a large bruise had formed on his jaw during the night, but other than that and the bags under his eyes and sunken in cheeks, he looked okay. A feeling of relief made its way over his body knowing that he wouldn't have to make up some outrageous story to explain why he looked so roughed up. Laying down in the front seat, he looked at the clock to see he had another hour to let himself rest.

Dean was later woke up to the sound of his passenger door. Jumping, he opened his eyes to see Sam standing there looking at him. He was confused as to why his brother was looking at him with the facial expression he had. "What?"

"What's up with your face?"  Sam was extremely blunt and for some reason, Dean found it funnier than usual.

"I could say the same about you," Dean laughed, "but I got into a fight last night."