Aren't You A Pretty Thing?

Chapter 5

"Winchester!" A clipboard slams down in front of Deans face and he jerks his head up from his desk. "It is a quarter past 3, Winchester. I expect you should be well rested by now." Mr. Portermeyer glares down at him over his flat rimmed spectacles. Dean's never liked Mr. P, he has this way of acting like he's the all mighty god over this school. He addresses every student and teacher by their last name and last name only. Dean isn't one to respect people that have no respect for others so he's often on his bad side. 

Dean sits up and stretches his arms out in front of him like a cat. With a sleepy grin he says, "It's kind of hard to be well rested when you've been kept up all night." Sammy was wrecked with nightmares last night and constantly woke up in fits of screaming. Dean stayed up and held him close as he slept. Every few hours Dean would start to doze off and Sammy would wake him up again, scared to death. Sam witnessed their moms death up close and while he was just a baby when it happened some of it was still hid away in his subconscious. It periodically comes back to haunt him in his dreams and Dean always makes sure to help him through it.

"Oh really?" Mr. Portermeyer clasps his hands together in front of him with a smirk spread across his face. "Was it all of the studying you were doing for the upcoming finals?" His mocking tone was unmistakable.

Dean slouches back in his seat, stretching his legs out. "No sir but your wife says hi." A smile of his own spreads across his face as he watches the mask of anger fall onto Mr. P, adding a lovely hint of red to his complexion.

"To the office, NOW!" Mr. P points at the door but Dean has already gathered his bag and was starting to get up. He made his way out of the classroom, slapping a high five with Mikey before exiting. He closes the door behind him but hears it open shortly after. Dean glances back and Mr. Portermeyer's towering figure fills his vision. "Winchester, get your butt over here."

Dean walks back the few steps he took, "Just can't get enough of me can you?"

"Shut it." His expression mirrors one he's seen on Dad a million times and he prepares himself for the verbal beating that is sure to ensue. An accusing finger is pointed at Deans chest, "You think that you're some kind of big shot being a quarterback but you're not. You're nothing. You're nothing but a low down piece of trash just like your father." Deans eyes widen at the mention of his Dad and Mr. Portermeyer smiles a sick grin. "Didn't think I knew about your old man did you, Winchester? It's a small town that doesn't get many visitors, word travels fast. Everyone knows that he's hardly home and that whenever he his the streets echo with the sound of him in a drunken rage." He pauses, looking Dean over. "You look like him you know. Same dead eyes and build that's good for beating people."

Deans scoffs, ignoring the insult, "Build? You checking me out Mr. P?"

Suddenly, Mr. Portermeyer grips Deans collar and slams him against the wall. "How about you learn when to shut. Your. Trap." He hisses into Deans ear. "You good for nothing piece of shit. You're just a pathetic little bitch and I could own you in a second." He shoves his crotch against Dean and presses his lips to his ear. "Don't try me boy." He shoves Dean away. "Now get your ass to the office." Straightening out his shirt he returns to his classroom.

As the door closes once again Dean shakily falls to his knees, his arms limp by his sides. No one has ever threatened sexual assault against Dean and the thought terrified him. His ear starts to feel cold as the saliva left behind from Portermeyer's lips cooled. Dean roughly rubs it away and blinks back the tears threatening to fall. He doesn't know what to think or what to do.

"Dean?"

Dean scrambles to his feet and holds up two fingers as if there's something small in between them. "There you are." He muses aloud. He looks over to where the voice came from and Castiel stands there with two generously sized books in his arms, his eyes narrowed as he tries to understand whats going on. "Contact." Dean explains, "Little sucker almost got away from me."