Earning My Wings. Destiel High School AU.

Chapter Eighteen.

Things have been hard for me.

I've broke down and cut a lot.

No one knows that I have though. I've done it at least 50 times so far. It feels so good.

Dean has been stressed a lot too. He's been having to help Sam with thing with Jessica while studying for Finals. I've been trying to stay away from him as long as I can so I don't cause him more stress of having to worry about me.

At school everyone figured out that I lost my brother.

They stopped the name calling, but not because I lost my brother.

It was because a week after Lucifer had to go back and I went to school one day, Dean was sick, and snapped.

FLASHBACK.

"Hey, faggot!" Someone yelled. I knew who it was. It was Michael. He was the main one.

I didn't answer as always. I felt drained. Physically and mentally.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He said angrily, grabbing my wrist. I looked at him in the eyes. I was done.

"What," I snapped. He spat in my face before starting to laugh.

"You're so ugly. An ugly, fat, faggot! Why are you even here?" He laughed, pushing me back. I wiped my face off and walked away.

At the end of the day, I was out of it. I wanted to give them what they wanted.

Me being dead.

I looked over and saw Michael and a few of his friends get into his car. I waited for him to started driving towards me before I walked in front of his car.

I stood there, eyes closed, waiting for the impact.

It never came.

"WHAT THE HELL, NOVAK?! YOU'RE SO STUPID!" Michael yelled.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!" His friend, Crowley screamed.

I opened my eyes and stared at them.

"Yes," was all I said. Their faces went to confusion. "You want me dead. It's obvious. You hate me. And you know what? I've wanted to die ever since I was little. So, why the hell not now?" I said completely serious.

They stayed silent as Mr. Winchester came out and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside.

I went downstairs with my phone in my hand. "I'm going to Dean's," I told father. He looked up at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I just shrugged. "Be careful, Castiel. Please," I nodded before leaving. I started my journey over to Dean's house.

He had texted me telling me to come over so I am. He didn't tell me why. Maybe he misses me?

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I knocked on the door loudly before waiting. Soon enough, Mr. Winchester opened the door and smiled at me.

"Hello, Castiel. How are you doing?" He asked, letting me in.

"I'm okay. I've been slowly recovering I guess you could say, you?" I asked with a small smile.

"That's great. And I've been alright. Dean's in his room," he said and I nodded before heading up there.

I knocked on the door before opening it slowly to see Dean looking at me.

"Hey, Cas," he said with a tired smile.

"Hi," I mumbled.

"Close the door," he told me, coughing. I closed the door behind me and walked over to him. He pulled me into his lap and just hugged me tightly. "I've missed you," he whispered.