Skin (ON HOLD)

Chapter Six

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As the class progressed, Dean slowly started to fall asleep. He didn't care to hear what the teacher had to say. 

"Dean, Castiel!" Charlie's voice woke him up, making him jump slightly. 

"Yes?" Dean muttered, unimpressed with the amount of time that had passed. They still had half an hour of class left. 

"C'mon we were given free time." She stood up, pulling the Novak boy away from his book. She grabbed Dean's arm and tugged the two of them to the back of the room. She pushed Castiel into a beanbag chair and climbed up beside the boy.

Dean sat on the other side of a desk, resting his elbows on it and relaxing in his chair.

"So, you two dating?" Dean asked, noticing how close the two were.

"Oh, no. Dear Castiel here is not really my type." Charlie laughed. 

"Then what is?" Dean asked. Dean would acknowledge when other men were good looking, only because they would be competition, and Castiel was one of those men. So, it confused him about why he wouldn't be the spunky redhead's type. 

"Okay, so you see that guy over there? The one in red?" Charlie asked, pointing slightly. Dean nodded, eyeing the jock. He wasn't as easy on the eyes as Castiel seemed to be. "The chick next to him, she's my type." She hummed, shamelessly eyeing the girl. 

Dean couldn't help but stiffen, lessons his father had taught him coming to mind. Apparently, his face betrayed something because the easy going girl seemed to morph into a monster Dean helped his father fight. 

"Is there a problem?" She snarled, making the entire class go quite. 

Dean's eyes widened, feeling like a cornered animal. 

"N-n-" Dean went to stutter out a response but Castiel cut him off.

"Charlie." Castiel tried to soothe her, but there was no stopping her now. 

"What, are you too good for that?" She growled lowly. "Mister high and mighty here?" She spoke with the venom of an Inland Taipan, enough venom to kill at least 100 men.

Dean was starting to look flighty as if one more word would make him bolt. 

Charlie rose to her feet, towering over Dean. It was strange to see a small girl intimidating a man of Dean's stature. She raised her hand sharply like she was going to strike him, but she didn't. Dean instantly flinched, shutting his eyes tightly. When no blow rained down on him, he hesitantly opened them. 

Charlie went to open her mouth to inflict more verbal pain but, in a flash, Dean shoved his chair back hard enough it toppled over. He was out the door before the teacher could even begin to protest. 

~Dean backstory! Yay~

Dean had easily slipped out of the school and moved out toward the football and soccer fields. He settled under an old sycamore tree near the stands, leaning against the tree and pulling his knees against his chest. 

He wasn't like his father, he honestly didn't give a shit who loved each other. But, his father, John Winchester, did. 

He tried to make sure his sons cared too. When they didn't, well, it wasn't a pretty picture. 

He had abused his sons for as long as any of them could remember. Other than Michael. Being the oldest, Michael often told stories of the good that their father had done. How kind he had been.