I can't be saved // Destiel

Chapter 2

Flashback 10th March 2001

He trudged through the door, expecting to see Sam doing homework or something nerdy. Instead he saw dad. "Where have you been?" His father yelled sitting further up in his seat. 

"Just out, g-getting-just getting food, y-yea just food." He whimpered attempting to cover his face in case something got thrown at him. 

"And you left Sam here, by himself? Where he is in danger!"

"I-I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again." He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, adverting his gaze to the ceiling. 

"Dean! I know you weren't out getting food! Leave! Now!" His dad demanded. He stormed out the door, slamming it behind him. The tears were well and truly streaming down his face now. He could feel his breath shaking, wanting to give out at any minute where he would let this darkness take over his vision. He walked behind the house and climbed through his window. He fuelled all of his burning hatred for his father into destruction. He crushed his fist into the wall, he marched over to his mirror and smashed it. He glared at the blood streaming out of his fist and felt a chain of emotions. At first, he was mad, then he felt the hatred return, but it felt different this time. He wanted revenge on his father, for forcing him into this life. For not raising him like a child. Leaving him to raise Sam. He couldn't control it anymore and smashed his own head into the wall. He collapsed. He could only remember pieces after that.