Skin (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four

-Castiel-

Castiel Novak paced the length of his room. He tried the door handle once again, but it was still locked. Of course. He was getting irritated and bored out of his mind. A lot of things led up to his situation. One of these being his aunt and uncle. Naomi, the queen bitch, managed to make it look like Castiel tried to kill himself. So, his family tried to accommodate him. Of course, Naomi insisted on keeping Castiel at home for a while, to make sure he didn't try anything again. His siblings, at least some of them, were suspicious of her, he was sure about that.

His siblings tried their best to stay around, but he was a the mercy of his family members. His siblings could only protect him for so long. While they were gone, well, things were bad.

Luckily, with a locked door, no one could really get to him. Since Lucifer had the key to the lock, and the only way to get off would be to break the entire door.

Downstairs, he heard movement. A door closing and footsteps, followed by a thud.

"Son of a fucknugget!" Lucifer cried from downstairs, probably stubbing his toe in the same spot like always.

"Luci? I'm bored, can I come out?" He asked, knocking on the door. Lucifer came up the stairs and unlocked the door.

"Course little bro. Thing 1 and 2 leave you alone?"

"Yeah. Anyways, they can't get through a locked door." His tone was a bit bitter. He didn't intend for it to come out as snippy as it did. Lucifer sighed softly. "I'm hungry." Castiel chirped before stopping short. "Lucifer, did you get into a fight?" He asked his brother.

Bruises covered his brother's face, and some even showed up on his collarbone. However, some looked almost painted on.

"Yeah, I almost got in trouble for it too. But, it's all good." Lucifer started towards his room. "Go make yourself a sandwich, there's shit for it downstairs. Also, you're going back to school Thursday."

Castiel darted down the stairs to make himself a few sandwiches, scarfing them down. By the time he had to return to his room, he was making himself another sandwich.

"Castiel, I gotta go get everyone," Lucifer called. "Time to go back to your room."

"Can I bring my food?" Castiel asked, ready to fight his brother if he said no.

"Yeah, of course, you can. Try not to make a mess though, ya slob." He teased his brother playfully.

Lucifer, regretfully, locked his little brother inside the room and headed back downstairs.

Much to Castiel's dismay, he heard someone else enter the house at the same time.

"Hey! Watch where you're going young man." The familiar voice of his torturess snarled.

"Sorry?" Lucifer didn't sound sincere.

Castiel's only saving grace was the door was locked, but his stomach dropped when he heard the door lock click.

"Seems your brother must have misplaced the key the other day, but I found it." Naomi purred, stepping in. "Now, will you behave and do as ordered? Or do we need to have a talk."

"Fuck off." Castiel stood up, gripping his now empty plate.

"Excuse me?" Naomi sank her talon-like claws into his arm. Instantly, blood welled up and trailed down his arm. She grabbed him where shirt sleeves, even short sleeved shirts, would cover.

"Let go!" He snapped, taking the empty plate and swinging it at her. It hit her arm and she stumbled, dragging her talons a little way down his arm before letting go. Castiel slammed the door, and quickly pushed as much furniture as he could in front of the door before retreating to the bathroom and locking the door.

-Dean-

Dean sat in his living room with Sam, their father being away on a hunt left them with more freedom in the house.

"Dean?" Sam sounded scared.

"Hmm?"

"What happened to your arm?" He tipped his head towards Dean's arm. Dean gasped a bit, shocked to find the blood trail. He yanked up his sleeve and there were two lines, slipping down his arm a little.

They looked like cuts.

But they weren't even his own. They were painted on, almost tattoos of the cuts.

"Not me, Sammy." He murmured. Now, Dean really didn't care too much for soulmates, he would rather find someone and settle because he loved them. Not because fate said so.

But he couldn't stop the slight bit of guilt. He didn't know what the girl he was connected to was going through, but he felt bad. So, close to bed, he wrote a small message on his arm.

Goodnight, don't let life get you down. Whatever you're going through, it'll get better. Promise.

Dean sighed a bit, hoping he made a difference in her life. Some sort of weight had been lifted. Now, he had to make a quick run up to the store and buy some makeup. Not his manliest moment, but after a quick chat with the elderly woman behind the counter, they found a color that matched his skin tone and he used it to cover up the marks on his arm. He didn't want his father finding out and flipping shit.

Satisfied, he went home and collapsed in his bed.

He could only guess how confusing it would be for someone to have a hunter as a soulmate. Hunts got messy, Dean knew that. More often than not he'd retreat home with split lips, bruises and many different cuts and scrapes.

Life was rough, that was another thing he knew well. He laid awake for a while, merely staring at the floor. Staring at the ceiling brought back too many unsuccessfully suppressed memories.

At least he had given his soulmate a little hope, whoever she was.

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*Gasp* Look who posted twice in one day! Okay, the only reason I did this is that it's kinda short and so is the next one. Actually, I am making excuses I am posting this because I want to feel productive! 

Still, this is short, like Hamilton's temper in the Adams Administration short. 

Also, I am such a Broadway nerd or whatever you want to call it. Soooo, Imma share the lovely voice of James Monroe Iglehart (who also took over Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson in Hamilton last year?! How have I not heard him sing Guns and Ships yet?)

Instead of being productive I have literally just been watching Disney on Broadway on Youtube. That or blasting other broadway soundtracks... This is gonna be a long, long night =^.^=