Just Another Destiel Fic

Sam's POV

        I went into class with a smile until I saw Azazel was there. I tried sit down without him noticing me but, it didn't work. He stopped me before I got to my seat.
             Azazel: Where do you think your going, freak?
              Me: Azazel, please, I dont want any trouble.
      
     Azazel's minions were behind him. On the left was Ruby. Her black hair which was draped over her black leather jacked outlined her strong jaw line. On his right was Meg, whose face looked like it just ate a sour lemon.
          Ruby: Who said we wanted to start trouble?
          Meg: Yeah, we just want your lunch money!
           Azazel: What did I say about speaking?
            Meg: only do it when spoken to...
            Azazel: Precisely, now where were we?... Oh, that's right! GIVE US YOUR LUNCH MONEY OR WILL GET GORDON  TO BEAT UP YOUR  BROTHER!
    I reached into my pocket and pulled out my $5 for my lunch and gave it to Azazel.  Ruby and Meg smirked at each other then looked at me. Azazel backed away and went to his seat with Meg and Ruby following him. A sort of relief brushed over me when they went away. I knew I wasnt going to get messed with again, it only usually happens only once a day.
  The day went by pretty slow. When everyone went to lunch, I snuck off and met up with dean in the football field.
        
      Dean: So, how has your day been so far?
       I looked down, not wanting to tell him that. Azazel took my lunch money.
       Me: Its been okay....
  I rubbed my wrist a little bit.. My cuts were starting to hurt again.
       Dean: whats wrong with your arm?
    He walked up to me and took my arm. I snached it away from him. I could tell he didnt like that.
       Dean: Sam. Show me your arm.
  
        Me: no..
    
       Dean: SAM SHOW ME YOUR GOD DANG ARM!
      
       Me: Dean, please just....... just... dont freak out......

  I lifted up my sleeves and all of my cuts and scars shown.

       Me: its not as bad as it look....

       Dean: ..... Sam.... This......*sigh*... How long has this been going on?

        Me: ever since we went to Wisconsin...

        Dean: Sam... That was 2 years ago..

          Me: i know.... Im sorry...

          Dean: why haven't you told anyone or... Gotten any help?

          Me: i... I dont know.....

         Dean: okay.. Well... I wont tell dad.. But i want you to get some help.

        Me: i dont want help-

        Dean: but you need it.

Thats all we said to each other for the reast of the day.
 

       Later that day i ran into the new kid. He said his name was Castiel. He seemed to be hiding something. But i wasnt sure what that something was.
  When i entered 4th period pretty much all of the seats were taken up. So i had to sit all the way in the front. Where i always hated to sit because i couldnt see if anyone was looking at me.  Which they most likely never are. Im just really paranoid. We were learning about mental illnesses.some where depression, anxiety, bi-polar disorder, just stuff like that. Some of which i severely have. Mrs.Tran was one of my favorite teachers. While we where learning about all the symptoms of depression, a girl named bella raised her hand.
 
      Bella: isnt it true that people who have depression cut themselves? I mean you have to be stupid to do it and people with depression are obviously stupid. They never do anythi-

    Mrs. Tran: I'll stop you right there! Self harm isnt a thing to joke about! Its very serious! A person who cuts themselves risk everything from potential jobs, relationships, even their lifes. Without proper help and care, yiu might lose someone close to you. So if anyone else has something smart to say i suggest you leave right now.

      I dont know why Mrs. Tran got so offensive? I wonder if she has ever lost a loved one to self harm or if she ever did it??