Destiel Highschool AU

Chapter 3 - It's a Terrible Life (S4E17 Title)

Warning: There is Violence in this chapter... Good Luck

Dean's POV

Wow I thought That guy was... blushing

He had the most beautiful blue eyes. They were piercing, like a blue sky on a sunny summer day! During my entire first period class, I couldn't concentrate. I knew what was happening, but I couldn't let it happen again. I promised my dad.

You see, right before my dad died, he found out that I had this guy friend. Well, we weren't really "friends" we were more than that. We had... benefits, you could say.

I didn't realize that what I was doing was wrong until my dad found out. He found out that Samandriel and I were... you know... When he figured out what was going on, he was hostile. My dad was always drunk so he was always in a bad mood. When I got home from Samandriel's one night, my dad was home. (For once. He was always gone on hunting trips and I usually came home to just Sammy.)

*Flashback*

He was sitting on the couch while I went to grab a beer from the fridge. Under his breath I heard him mumble something.

"What?" I asked.

"Mumble Mumble...Fag... Mumble" He said louder.

"What?! Who are you talking to?" I asked, a slight change of tone in my voice.

"I said, why do I, out of all the assholes in the world, deserve a fag as a son?"

I was shocked.

"Who are you talking to?!" I said a little louder and angrier.

I knew who he was talking about... Me...

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE WITH ME YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!" He practically screamed.

I looked up the stairs, seeing Sammy staring back at me. His face was stained with tears. His arms were covered in burns and cuts. He was bruised from head to toe. He had a black eye. But the most noticeable thing was the bright red handprint, branded on his cheek like a broadway sign.

A red handprint. The size of my dad's hand...

I was furious. My dad was sitting there, staring at the flashing TV, not a care in the world. I came up in front of the TV, blocking the flashing lights.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way!" My dad stated.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU PANSY!" He yelled, shoving me. "DO YOU WANT TO LOOK LIKE YOUR BROTHER?!"

He knew Sam was in pain, he knew he was hurt. He didn't care, he just wanted to watch his stupid TV, with his stupid beer, and his stupid alcohol problem was only growing.

I looked him straight. In. The. Face...

One punch, two punches, three punches...

I just kept hitting and hitting and hitting, until my knuckles started to bleed.

He was so drunk, that he didn't care.

He shoved me off of him, grabbed my shirt collar, and bashed me against the wall.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... times before he finally set me down.

I slid down to the floor... I was sure I had a concussion. Everything was spinning. My dad walked over to the kitchen to grab another beer. I grabbed my phone, typed something in, and while my dad wasn't looking, threw it to Sammy. Everything in my body, praying for him to catch it, to not make a noise. If it made any noise, my dad would hurt him too, even more. Sammy couldn't take any more. He already was on the edge of passing out.

Sam caught it...

My dad walked back over to me, too intoxicated to notice the sound of Sam's little footsteps as he ran quietly to his room. His muted sobs as he ran all the way down the hallway.

When my dad got to me, he had two beer bottles. One empty, one full.

He asked me "Do you promise that you will NEVER do this again?"

"I promise..." I whimpered, fading in and out of consciousness.

He pulled the arm with the empty one up. And smashed that beer bottle against my head. The last thing I saw was the flash of the TV, the last thing I felt was the sharp, shattering pain from the blows to my head, and everything went blank.

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Sam's POV

Dean threw me his phone. I was in excruciating pain and didn't know if I was going to be able to catch it. It flew right into my hands as I reached for it.

I saw that there were words on the screen but I didn't read them yet because I had to get to safety.

As soon as I got to my room, I heard glass shatter. I was worried but I had to see what Dean wrote for me.

Call 911, Immediately The phone screen said.

I listened to Dean. I locked my door, put a chair in front of it, (tilted against the door handle of course) and started to type in the numbers.

9...1...1... I typed

The phone rang once and was immediately answered.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Hi... My brother," I said with labored breaths. It hurt to breathe. "is hurt really bad. My dad just hurt him... and me... Please help!" I cried, tears rolling down my face.

"Okay, calm down." the lady said calmly. "You will be okay. Just tell me where you are."

"I'm on the corner of 3rd Avenue, right next to the Shell Convenience store. Hurry! I hear him!"

I heard my dad walking up the stairs.

"Okay, we know where that is. We will be there immediately. Can you tell me you, your brother's, and your father's name please?"

"My name is Sam, my brother's name is Dean, and my father's name is John..."

"Last name too please." She stated.

"Winchester." I said quickly. "Now please, help!"

My father knocked on my door.

"Sam? You in there?! Come Out!" My father yelled through my door.

"STAY AWAY!" I said, half screaming, half crying.

He twisted the door handle, getting angrier by the second.

"COME ON SAMMY? LET'S PLAY!" He yelled.

"I called the police! They're on their way!"

The doorknob stopped. All I heard for the next ten minutes was rattling from different places in the house, and the lady on the other end of the phone line, calming me down.

"Everything will be okay." She kept reassuring me. "We will be there soon. Just stay where you are."

The front door slammed and I heard my dad's Motorbike rev. The only thing I heard after that was an engine slowly fading and a couple minutes later, sirens approaching my house.

I watched out the window for them to arrive. There was a knock at my door. A distinct, familiar, voice was waiting for me.

"Sam? You in there?"

Bobby was all I thought before I opened the door.

*End of Flashback*