Even Bumblebees Sting|| A Destiel, sabriel, and michifer fanfic

Pond

    (Castiels Pov)
   
    "Raped?" She breathed, "you....you were raped...b-by Naomi"

"I'm sorry-"

"You arrogant bastard" mother whispered, venom dripping from her words, burning my skin.

"Woah, woah, who the hell-" Gabe stepped forward but I pressed a hand to his chest blocking him. "She's right" I curled my shaking fingers into Gabe's shirt, trying not to cry.

Crying never solved anything.

"You are a disgrace Castiel. How dare you let a women touch you like that, you're 16 for gods sake. And then, you- you impregnate her, do you know what this will do to us? To our name!" I only nod, muttering apologies. "Alright Hester enough, I'm done with this shit, we're leaving." Gabriel practically screamed, my mother going silent.

"Don't disrespect me boy I am your mother-"

"Yeah and a shitty one at that, I don't want you to ever come near Castiel again, we're leaving-"

"Take him, I don't want that freak in my home anyways, leave at once"

And then I woke up.

My head ached, and my feet were sore from playing tag with Claire.

Knock knock "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaas"

What the hell

"Caaaaassssssiiiiieeeeeeee"

Dean?

"PLAN A IS A FAIL, IM GOING IN" A war cry flooded my ears and I jolted up. Not to my surprise, Dean had kicked open my door, in sweats, war paint, and an ACDC shirt.

I ignored his beaming expression and glared.

"Hi."

"Fuck off."

~~~~~~~~~~~._.~~~

    "So what are we doing again"

Dean only grinned, looking towards the road. Claire's faint snores were the only sounds in the Impala, since Dean wouldn't speak. Of course I felt a little insecure since he didn't give me any time to change before we left, so I was still in my pajamas with bed head.

    "You'll just have to find out." The blonde sang softly, making me snort. Dean let out a raspy laugh. My cheeks burned furiously and I tried not to shiver at the sound of his husky tone. As reached out to turn on the radio, Dean gave me a cautious look, but let it slide. Hozier seeped through the speakers and I hummed to the familiar melodie.

Babe

"There's something tragic about you." Dean sang loudly, grinning from ear to ear, "something so magic about you." He looked to me, and squeezed my shoulder.

Don't you agree

And we sat like that for a few minutes.

Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago.

It was like I was some kind of puzzle.

Idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it's sword

Like every piece of me would help him draw some kind of solution.

Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know

Although I don't really know why his bright green eyes ever looked at me so.