The Cracked Porcelain Doll *I'm in Love with my Teacher* (Destiel/Sabriel AU)

Chapter 24

 Their hands run over my body as Frank pound into me. I plead for them to stop, but that only results in Azazel kicking me in the side and calling me a whore. Then Cas walks up from somewhere and kneels before me as Frank still pounds into me and the carpet burns my skin he laughs "How could you believe I could possibly love you after what he's doing to your back end right now?"

 I sob out and plead "Please." I only get kicked in the side and get called a pig.

 "Bye bye." Cas holds out his hand and folds it in half a few times before standing up and walking away.

 I scream out "Cas! " kick "please don't leave me!" kick.

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 "Cas!" I scream as I sit up and fall off the couch in Lucifer's living room. He sits up from the couch and tries to help me. I huff and panic backing away from him "Stay back!"

 A baby screams wake the only person who wasn't already awake. Alfie. I tremble with fear and I'm soaked with sweat. I huff as everyone floods into the living room. I sigh "I'm sorry, I just...." I sigh "I'm sorry."

 Luci holds Jack as she sits in front of the couch Cas still lays on "I looked you up." she sighs "I get it. I still get them too."

 "Nightmares?" Gabe asks, he scuffs and sit next to me "Me too."

 I sigh "I just." I shrug "It sucks. I didn't ask for that and here I am."

 Luci smiles weakly "I get it."

 "I just." I sigh "Technically, I could of had sex last week. But I can't."

 Cas pulls me over and rests his head on my shoulder "I'm not gonna push you, either." he kisses my cheek "I'll wait."

 Luci sighs "I go to therapy." she shrugs "You should too."

 I nod and rest my head on Cas's. I yawn "I'm sorry, I'm getting really tired." I shrug "Still on the painkillers."

 Luci smiles "Okay, Cas, can I talk to you?" Cas nods and stands up, following her to the kitchen. I easedrop from the couch "Are you gonna do it?"

 "I want to, believe me I want to." he sighs "I just think he's too young."

 I frown. What can they be talking about? I hear Luci laugh "He might be young, but he's been through to much for him not to be wise enough."

 "I just..." Cas sighs "What if he says no?"

 Luci giggles "He won't."

 "I'm not so sure."

 What is he talking about? Goddammit!

 I sit in Cas's lap as Alfie opens a present. It's Christmas morning and we leave tomorrow morning. Rene sits on the ground, eating the pancakes she's been making all morning. I smile and whisper to Cas "What if Rene came with us to New York?"

 Cas smiles "You wanna?" I nod and he looks to Rene "Rene, haven't you always wanted to see the big apple?"

 She smiles "More than anything!"

 Gabe smiles "Come with us."

 I smile "We can get you a job and room right outside the city."

 She smiles wide and a high-pitched scream escapes her lips "For real?" I nod and she screams "I gotta pack my bags and I gotta turn in those divorce papers."

 I laugh and she runs off. I sigh as I look at Cas he looks nervous. He stares me straight in the eye and I hear the boys gasp and I turn to them. They have big ass grins on their faces.

 I turn back to Cas to see him nervously looking down at my lap. I look down and see why. In my lap, his hand sits. His hand holds a small, black, open box. Inside is a ring. A silver ring. It's about half an inch thick and there's a canal of diamonds.

 I look up at Cas and he has a stupidly handsome smile on his face "Dean?"

 And in that moment, I know what he wants from me "Oh." is all I can spit out.

 His smile somewhat fades "What do you say?"

 I loose my breath and stare at the ring. I love Cas. I really do. But is it to soon? No, I've seen people get married within a month. We've been together for four months tomorrow. But still, that's four months. I've told him everything and he's done the same. But, I'm eighteen. Well, next month I'll be nineteen. I don't know. Is it too fast?

 "Dean?" his smile is completely gone. Now, it's worryful. He picks up my hand and kisses it softly "Please...." he whispers.

 His kiss is so soft and reassuring. I can't help but think back to all those nights where we held each other close, whispering those it's-okay-we're-okay's. Crying in each others chest. Or the amount of times where we I wiped his face after vomiting. Or the amount of times Cas has had to put scar cream all over my back. Or the amount of times in the past few weeks that I've woken up screaming.

 I look at him. He looks crushed. This awesome son of a bitch wants to marry me. Why would he want to marry someone like me. I'm hideous. I'm screwed to hell and back. I don't deserve him. I'll never deserve him. I gotta tell him my decision. I studder "I-I..." I don't know how to say it.