I found my angel-Destiel

Chapter 1: I am dean Winchester

"Dean come on! We can't miss our first day of school!!" Sam whined. It was 7:15 and I was still laying in bed, bundled up in my blankets, and Sam was standing in my door way trying to convince me to go to school. I wanted to drop out of high school already, but the only reason I didn't was for Sam. "We need to make a good impression at our new school" Sam moved closer to my bed and began pulling my blankets off of me.

"Sammy stop it..please. What is the point of making a good impression! What is the point of 'me' making a good impression? you know the minuet anyone finds out about me they will just think I am a freak just like everyone at all the other schools we have been to."

My dad, John, would move us around a lot every since we were young after someone/something killed my mom. He became obsessed and delusional, claiming that monsters killed my mom.He is never home and when he is, he is either beating me up, or drinking some more.Even before my mom was killed, my mom and my dad would abuse me, but after my mom died, the beatings form my dad became worse. Once I am 18 I am going to get me and Sam out of here.

"Okay sorry, just at least can you drop me off at school?" Sam asked quietly. He gave me his puppy dog eyes witch he knows I can't say no to. Now I feel bad. Its not his fault.

"Fine, Sammy.. I'll go, but if I have any issues I get to leave" I replied as I got up and walked over to my closet.

"Its Sam!" Sam mumbled as he walked out of my door.I chuckled to myself and grabbed a pair of  black jeans and a faded AC/DC shirt. Just my typical crappy attire. I stood in front of the mirror in my room and continued to hate the refection staring back at me.Why am I doing this? The truth is that I am so scared beyond belief. What if they make fun of me? What happens if I get bullied? What happens if I get beat up again? 

I walked out of my room and headed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and atempted to fix my crazy hair, but despite my best efforts, it didn't work. I walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. "Sammy you better be ready!!"  I grabbed my leather jacket and my car keys to the only thing, besides Sam, that I love. My 1967 Chevrolet impala.

"I am ready!!" I heard Sam call back as he was rushing down the stairs. I guess he didn't see me because as he came around the corner he crashed right into me. I imediatly ran away from him to the other side of the living room and fell to the floor, scratching at my chest where he hit me.

He hit me.. Is he going to hit me again.. pain.. Mom.. Dad.. Abuse.. leave me alone! Please. Stop hitting me.
*flashback*
"You worthless son of a bitch" my dad was screaming at me and kicking me in the stomach. I was laying helplessly on the floor.
"I'm sorry" I tried to chick out, but all that got me was another hit to the stomach. And again and again.
"Why can't you be like your little brother?huh?" Punch to the face" you were always so weak." He kicked me in the side one more time and walked away.
*end of flashback*

"Please don't hit me again!" I screamed.

"Dean, open your eyes. Look at me. You are fine. No one is going to hurt you. Not ever again." I heard Sam say softly. I opened my eyes and saw him bent over me.

Breath, in, out. You are fine dean.

"Do you think you could be a little bit more careful when you come down the stairs next time please?" I asked. He should know to watch where he is going. I was still breathing rapidly and I tried to calm myself down.

"I am so sorry dean, I promise it won't happen again." I pulled my self up and grabbed my bag and walked out the door without saying anything to Sam. How am I going to survive today? I walked to my car and got in the driver side, an Sam got into the passenger side. I started my baby and cranked up my radio, and began the drive to my own personal hell.