Helping The Lost (Destiel)

Chapter 15: breakdown

WARNINGS AT BOTTOM

-Dean POV-

Second period was uneventful, Bela giving me occasional dirty looks. After class of fucking course, I ran into Zach and Azazel, they hadn't been messing with me as much because of everything that happened last week.

"Hey, fag." Zach sneered, walking in my path to third period. "Haven't seen you in a little while," I just huffed and tried to walk past him, only to be blocked by Azazel.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks, the hallway around us slowly emptying.

"Uh.. Lunch?" I say, looking around.

Zach just laughs, walking up next to Azazel,

"Nah, faggot, we got some things to discuss."

I stay quiet, shifting from foot to foot,

"What makes you think you can get us in trouble without being punished?"

"It wasn't my fault you guys are fucking idiots and Novak caught you, leave me the hell alone," I say sternly, trying to get past them again,

"You've done it now, asshole." Zach says, pushing on my shoulders hard to knock me over.

I end up falling hard right on my ass.

"Thanks, jackass." I say sarcastically,

"That's just the beginning, Azazel would you do the honors?" Zach says, motioning towards me.

Azazel walks right next to me and kicks me hard in the middle of my stomach.

I grunt as soon as the kick is placed, Zach coming up next to Azazel and towering over me.

He leans down and grabs both of my wrists and yanks me up.

I wince, his hands are sitting directly over my cuts, grinding the sleeve of my flannel into the healing wounds.

Zach seems to notice, grinning and pulling my sleeve down to my elbow.

"Look at this, Azazel! Little emo fuck!" He says laughing and shoving my arm towards Azazel.

"Stop it, asshole!" I yell in his face, trying to pull my arm free.

He laughs again, throwing me roughly against the ground.

He leans down again this time punching me hard in the face before straightening back up and spitting on my face,

"Let's go Zach, we can mess with him again later, we gotta go to third period." Azazel says from behind him. Pulling on his shoulder slightly.

Zach nods, turning around from where I'm laying on the floor and walking next to Azazel towards the stairwell.

I lay on the ground for what feels like hours, clutching my stomach and pulling at my sleeves.

I can numbly feel tears fall down my face and my lip tremble. I clench my eyes shut, trying to will away the humiliation of Zach and Azazel seeing my self harm.

I managed to push myself up enough to lean against the lockers, putting my
head between my thighs.

-

I must have been sitting there for a long time because the next thing I know the silence in the halls is filled by overly-loud students going to their next class.

Nobody to care that I was there except the guy who had to awkwardly ask me to move so he could get into his locker.

I tried to get myself up and go to forth period but ended up falling back to the ground because of the still immense pain in my stomach.

I groaned aloud In the once again emptying hallway. I knew Cas' lunch period was fourth period so I decided to attempt to half walk/mainly limp to the teachers lounge.

I got about halfway there and I realized I didn't want Cas to see me like this, I straighten myself out the best I could before continuing.

When I finally made it to the teachers lounge I knocked at the door, leaning against the wall next to the door for support.

Mr. Crowley opened the door, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of me,

I tried to grin sarcastically at him but it clearly looked more pained than sarcastic.

"Mr. Winchester? What're you doing out of class?" He asked in his Scottish accent,

"I need to talk to Mr. Novak." I say simply, still leaning onto the wall.

Mr. Crowley raised his eyebrows, turning around slightly and said "Novak!" Loudly.

From behind Mr. Crowley I can see Cas stand from where he was sitting and eating/reading and walk towards the door,

"Dean?" He asked, still chewing a strawberry. "Whats up? Why aren't you in class?" He says, swallowing his bite of strawberry and glancing down at my slightly hunched form.

I glanced back at Mr. Crowley who was standing close by the door.

"Can I talk to you... alone.. about an assignment."

Cas nodded, walking out of the teachers lounge and into the hallway.

"This isn't really about an assignment... Is it?" He says, once again glancing down at my stomach which I was still clutching.

"I think I bruised a rib or something." Cas walks closer to me at that, moving my hands off my stomach and replacing them with his own.

"What happened?" He asks sternly, lightly touching my ribs through my shirt.

"Zach and Azazel... It's fine, just please help." I felt my lip tremble again and tears well in my eyes, Cas immediately looked concerned,

"Lets go to my room." He says, holding onto my arm and helping me to his classroom.

-

"Take your shirt off." He says calmly, shutting the curtain to the mini window on the door and turning towards me.

I blush instantly, "You're gonna have to help me, I can't lift my arms up without my stomach hurting." I say simply,

Cas walks up next to me and helps me out of my shirt swiftly,

As soon as Cas stepped back I tried to cover my torso, Cas grabs my arms lightly "Stop it." Then moves them and leans in closer to inspect my ribs.

There was a visible, angry purple bruise forming.

Cas hums and pulled back. "Do you think we should tell crowley?" He paused for a moment, looking down at the bruise, "Don't anwser that. We need to tell him."

I look down at my feet, twisting my fingers together.

After moments of considering-

"Let's go talk to him I guess."

Hopefully this is the last time I wasted Cas' day with my bullshit.

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WARNINGS FOR MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND HOMOPHOBIC SLURS
A/N:

Quick update! Sorry if this is a dry ass chapter I wanted to update quick

Also thanks for almost 900 reads :0 I'm shook asf

I might take a little extra time to update the next chapter but it'll be longer and less dry than this

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