Strings Attached

Chapter 16

"Castiel!" Gabriel yells, slamming his fist into the bathroom door as loudly as he can.

"I just took a shower! I'm not going to come out immediately! Calm yourself!" Castiel yells back. Granted, he could leave now. He just wants to be alone, since he won't get a chance to be much longer. It's the first day he's going to take the bus since his first day of freshman year. Fun fun.

"We're leaving in ten minutes!" Gabriel calls before walking away. He's barely talking to Castiel, not that the boy can blame him. Castiel hasn't exactly been the nicest person lately.

Ten minutes later, they walk to the bus stop together in silence. The bus shows up a few minutes after, and Gabriel hurries past Castiel to get on the bus first, sitting with his friend that Castiel doesn't really like. Kali, right? He has no clue. Castiel sits in the first row, thankfully alone so he doesn't have to share his seat. But, unfortunately, there are more bus stops after his, and it doesn't stay alone for long.

"Heya, Castiel! What're you doing here?"

Castiel doesn't have to look up to see that this is Alastair. This won't end well.

Alastair slides in the seat next to him, so Castiel moves farther away from the boy. He squishes himself against the side of the bus in a failed attempt to get away from the boy.

"Hey, Castiel!" Alastair says, ramming his shoulder into the other boy. It's a casual movement, and it must be nearly impossible to notice if people aren't specifically watching them. Castiel is slammed into the side of the bus, very painfully. He bites his lip and doesn't say anything.

"How are you?" Alastair asks, digging his nail into Castiel's leg.

Wow, he's going easy on Castiel today. Maybe it's because there's only so much to do on the bus, when you have to sit. Well, Castiel won't complain. Even when Alastair digs holes into Castiel's leg, the boy doesn't mind too much. It's not bad, compared to what Alastair has done in the past.

"Well, look, Cassie, we're at school," Alastair observes with a wicked grin. "Come on, buddy! I feel like we didn't get enough quality time together today."

He pulls Castiel with him off the bus and into the school, bringing him to a mostly empty area. There are some students here, but no teachers. The D wing. The "I can do whatever the hell I feel like and no one will stop me" wing, actually. It's commonly considered the drug wing, and you never, ever use the bathrooms here because of it.

Alastair throws Castiel into the lockers, pinning him up. Castiel waits for some sort of attack, but instead, Alastair lets him down. He grabs Castiel's wrist before the boy can run.

"Crowley!" Alastair observes with a grin. "Just in time!"

Crowley's eyes land on Castiel, and he smiles as well, walking up to the boys. "Well, if it isn't my perfect little angel." To some, it might sound like a compliment, but it isn't. "How's little Castiel doing today, huh?"

Castiel braces himself for whatever Crowley plans on doing, because it never ends well.

Crowley pins Castiel to the locker again. "Do I get a kiss? Aw, come on, baby, don't be shy! Give me a kiss!" When Castiel doesn't move, Castiel pulls him away from the locker just to slam him back against it. "Hey! Don't ignore me, Castiel Novak! Look at me."

Castiel hesitantly lifts his gaze to meet Crowley's.

"Good puppy!" Crowley drops him so his feet are on the floor, but still not allowing the boy to escape. He ruffles Castiel's hair. "Aw, who's a good little puppy? Who's a good little puppy? Speak! Speak, puppy, speak!"

Castiel doesn't; he's too afraid to open his mouth.

Crowley slams him into the locker again. "Speak, puppy! Speak!"

Castiel just whimpers.

"That's not speaking," Crowley growls.

When Castiel doesn't speak, Crowley seems to be ready to try harder, but suddenly, turns around. "Hey, Winchester!"

Castiel tries to find the boy. Is it Sam or Dean? He's hoping it's Sam, because everyone knows Sam is the nice one on the team. He wouldn't hurt Castiel. Dean, on the other hand, Castiel isn't too sure about.

"Hey, Crowley!"

Crap, it's Dean.

"Whatcha got over here?" Dean asks, walking into view. He freezes when his eyes land on Castiel, but only for a moment before he's back to his old self.

"Your turn?" Crowley asks, smirking.

Dean shrugs. "Yeah, sure. Let me at 'im." Dean asks up to Castiel, and the smaller boy braces himself for what's coming.

But this time, Dean pauses. "Crap, hold on." He pulls out his phone. "My uncle. Gotta take it." He puts his phone to his ear. "Yeah? Oh my god." He mouths "Got to go" before walking away quickly.

Crowley turns to Castiel again. "Aw, looks like Dean's not gonna train you. Guess that just leaves me and Alastair. Speak, puppy!"

"What do you want me to say?" Castiel asks quietly.

"That's an excellent question," Crowley says. "How about..." He trails off, looking to his friend for help.

"Say 'I'm a faggot,'" Alastair orders.

Castiel fights back a sigh. "I'm a faggot." That one doesn't bother him very much. It's embarrassing, of course, and he's much rather not say it, but he already knows he's gay. It's not like this is news to him.

"Good boy," Alastair says, as though talking to a dog. "Say 'I like sucking dick."

Castiel closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath before repeating the words back to him. It's not even true. The only dick he's ever even seen is his own, and while he's sure he could suck it if he tried hard enough, the idea of sucking anyone's dick is just weird to him.

Crowley laughs to himself before saying, "Say 'Fuck me, daddy,'" which makes Alastair laugh, too.

Castiel hesitates. He knows he doesn't really have a choice. He's far too scared of these two to not do what they say. But come on. "Fuck me, daddy" is the stupidest thing he's ever heard. He really has to say that?

This is going to be a long day.