Sandstorms- Destiel- Supernatural

Nightmare of a Lifetime

Wednesday was Castiel's least favorite day of the week.

When Naomi Novak waltz through his apartment door he was trembling.

She made him feel so small, so useless, so helpless, and now here she was, about to crush the little bit of self esteem he did have left.

"Well, it certainly is good to know you have been taking proper care of yourself Castiel. Stand up straight and let me have a look at you."

His mother's order made his palms sweaty and he quickly snapped into perfect posture.

She looked at him with a smirk and then held out her hand.

The Novak's never gave hugs, only firm, menacing hand-shakes.

Castiel wanted to cry.

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"DEAN!"

"Sorry, what were you saying, Sammy?" Dean blinked at his teenage brother in confusion.

"You've been spacing out all day! What's wrong? Are you and Cas fighting or something?"

Dean sighed.

"I'm just really worried about him. It's not exactly my story to tell but basically his parents are abusive dick-bags and they're in town. He hasn't decided whether or not he wants to tell them about us."

Sam winced and patted his brother on the knee.

"I'm sorry, Dean. That really sucks. If you need someone to talk to..."

"I know ! I know! This is not the time for a chick flick moment. Go do your homework or whatever it is you kids these days do."

Sam rolled his eyes, but he patted his brother on the shoulder and left him in his solitude.

All he could do right now was think about Cas.

He had tried to get his mind off of the blue eyed introvert but nothing worked.

Honestly, he just wanted to shoot that Naomi chick in the head.

He wanted so badly to just march right up to his apartment, tell her the story of their undying love and...

Oh shit.

Oh shit shit shit shit.

OOOooooh SHIT!

He stood up.

His book. It was at Castiel's apartment.

He had kept a copy of the manuscript there because Cas liked it so much and...

Dean needed to calm down.

Castiel probably had it in a safe hidden place, he had probably thought about it before his mother came over.

What if he didn't?

What if he got hurt because of Dean?

Castiel was strong. He would be okay.

Dean couldn't stop worrying.

He was now and pacing around the living room.

Should he call him?

No. That might make things worse.

That stupid homophobic bitch.

He had left the manuscript right on the nightstand in a neat stapled pile, so Cas could read it whenever he wanted to.

Christ.

He couldn't stop pacing.

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Chuck Novak wasn't really a family man. He put his work and his wealth first.

Castiel was very thankful for that fact. Why? Because that meant most of the time, one less person would beat him.

At least, that's how he would think of it when he was a child.

But now? He was cursing that, because he was being asked so many questions.

So many questions.

He felt like they already knew.

He was shaking.

He was trembling.

These were the worst kind of people in the world by far.

So many flashbacks, of everything they had ever done to him, all the nasty horrible things his parents and brothers had said. It all came back.

That was when Gabriel called, asking if the whole lot of them would like to go to dinner with him and Anna.

Thank the lord for Gabriel.

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"Dean, just call the guy. It's late. I doubt his family is still hanging around."

Dean sighed.

"Sammy, do you know just what kind of horrible things could happen to him if they find out he's seeing a guy? Especially if there's no one there to save him? I just don't want him to get hurt."

Sam seemed to understand, and he patted Dean on the shoulder and went into the kitchen.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The brothers looked at each other, and made a beeline for it.

Standing outside was a ginger, hazel eyed young woman, fidgeting with her purse. She had the same nose as Castiel, and the same nervous expression.

"Hi..I'm Anna. I'm one of the good ones." she explained.

Dean relaxed. He had heard a little about her.

"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam. What can we do for you?"

She swallowed.

"Cassie, well, he's...he's having a sort of a panic attack. He's back at his apartment and Gabriel's with him, but...um...Mom said something to him that set him off and he's just been crying all night. He keeps asking for you. We aren't really sure how to han-"

"Sam. Stay here."

The door closed.