Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 8

Cas POV

It had been about four hours since Bobby had informed Castiel that Dean was officially alone and it made him feel horrible. He had had to leave early this morning for school, something about him not being able to miss anymore before he started failing his classes. He wasn't listening to what Bobby said to him, he just did what the old man asked because not listening didn't sound like an option. But then again, in Cas's mind, not listening never sounded like an option.

However, he did take a second to talk to Dean this morning before he left, but that only made him worry more about the boy. Dean had told him not to worry, that everything was going to be okay, and he almost had Cas sold with is happy go lucky attitude, but he could see it in his eyes. He was so scared and it was seared into Castiel's brain. He knew what it was like to live with constant fear. What it is like knowing what his parents will do if they find out about any of the mistakes he'd made while they were gone.

Now, Castiel was home sitting in his room at Bobby's house waiting for a phone call or anything. A buzzing noise coming from his phone made Castiel jump. He looked over to see an unknown number calling him. Deciding not to chance it, he answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Cas?" Dean's voice came through the phone shakily.

"Oh my God, Dean! Are you alright?"

"Ye..." he stops and sighs, "No, I am not, but I will be. Just tell Sam I am fine."

After that, he hangs up and leaves Castiel sitting on the bed speechless. Dean was scared, more scared than this morning. Cas just wanted to know what was happening in that house, but at the same time, with what he did know, did he really want to know?

Dean POV (Abuse)

Dean hung up the phone after his small confession to the other boy. He could hear his father coming back down the stairs so he moved to lie down and close his eyes to attempt to appear as though he hadn't just made a phone call. He could only hope that his father still felt the same as before and had not changed his mind.

"Whose Cas?" He sneers letting the boy know that he had heard everything.

"He's- nobody," Dean stammers quietly.

"He? Is it now? Seems like someone didn't learn from their last lesson," John derides as he begins removing his belt, "I mean this doesn't bother you, does it? You are a faggot right?"

"Please, no," Dean whimpers form his spot on the bed. John ignores him as he grabs the boy by the wrists pulling him up. Dean tries to pull away from him, but his father just tightens his grip and rips him from the bed harshly making him lose any balance that he would have had. John uses this to his advantage as he begins to fumble with the strings of the sweatpants that he had on.

It does not take the man long to give up and throw Dean onto the bed. Dean doesn't get a chance to register any pain before his father is on him shoving something down his throat that tasted horrible. Before he could cough up or spit it out, his father put one hand over his mouth and another one on his throat closing off any chance the boy had of getting rid of whatever his father had given him. Pain and panic take over his body as his father continues to choke him as well as apply more pressure on his already mangled back.

Finally, he lets go and takes a step back from the boy on the bed. Dean gulps in the air the second his father let go. He tried to lift his hands up to rub at the sore skin around his neck, but he couldn't move his arms. Before he can understand what is wrong, he can feel his father begin to slide his pants and underwear down his legs. At this, He tries to yell or fight back or something, but nothing is happening other than small whines and whimpers. Fear unlike he had never felt before filled his being as he realizes that he is completely vulnerable to whatever the man wanted to do. Dean can feel his hands moving up and down his legs making his skin crawl in their path. His hands stop at the boy's hips where he grips them tightly making him groan in pain. I don't want this, Dean thinks as John moves over top of him, making sure to maneuver the boy into the position he wanted. Dean could feel John moving his legs apart making his heart rate triple in speed as it tried to fight off whatever it was he gave him.