Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 11

Cas POV

Cas left the room to find a sad looking Sam sitting next to an oblivious Gabe. The two were an odd pair. One that you wouldn't put together in a crowd of people, and it almost made him laugh, but given the circumstances, he couldn't wipe the grim look off of his face.

"Sam," Cas waited for the young boy to look back up at him, "you should go and talk to him."

The boy did not answer, just stood up and walked into the room Cas had just exited. Now it was just Gabe and him. Bobby had gone upstairs for something, he don't know what because listening was not number one on his priority list. He looked over at his brother who had now turned his attention over to his breakfast, which was probably cold now, but he did not seem to mind. The boy seemed to be unbothered by the whole situation occurring around him, but Cas could see right through that mask his younger brother used to wear too often. Quietly, he made his way over to sit next to him. He didn't say anything, just sat down beside him and waited for him to speak what was on his mind. This was an old thing the two of them used to do back in the old house. But then again, Gabe was rarely home during their time there. This was the one thing that probably saved Gabe from his own parents.

"You know I thought we were away from all the drama," Gave finally broke the silence that had fallen in the room. The boy could never stand the silence, and that thought alone made Cas smile slightly. "I just wanted to live normally for a while, but when Sam called I couldn't tell him no. I couldn't stand the thought of watching someone else suffer because I was too scared to do anything about it."

"You did the right thing, Gabriel, both back then and now. The fact that Sam called you speaks a thousand words on how much he trusts you. He needs you to be there for him right now. Don't turn him away now, because I have a feeling that the worst is yet to come." Cas looked into Gabe's eyes to look for any sign that he was gonna run again. The kid was scared, and that was clear as day to Cas, but he couldn't see or hear anything that made him think he would run away.

"I am not going anywhere this time," Gabriel started, "but I can't say that I will be the most help."

"That doesn't matter, just be there, okay?"

"Yeah, I will." With that final sentence Gabriel got up and disappeared up the stairs to finish getting ready for school, leaving Castiel alone.

Getting up from the table, Cas made his way to the kitchen to finish what he came in here to do in the first place. He decided to just make Dean a sandwich since it wouldn't be too difficult. It didn't help that the kitchen seemed to have a lot of triggers for the boy. He stopped at the door and looked around for anyone. He knew no one was there, but it helped to calm his nerves. After a deep breath, he cleared his mind of all thought and made his way into the kitchen. He found everything he would need to make a sandwich: bread, meat, cheese, pickles, and mayo.

Everything was going smoothly until it came to putting the mayo on the bread. It was the final step of this simple task. He opened the drawer that held the utensils, and froze. He just wanted a spoon. Unfortunately for him, the spoons were beside the knives. This was a battle he fought every time he opened this damned drawer. Eyes scanning over the sharp knives in the drawer, he kept telling himself that no one was going to use them on him again. Subconsciously, he began to rub one particular scar on his thigh. He was trying to ignore the painful memory that kept trying to force its way to the front of his mind. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths to calm himself down. It wasn't working though and he could feel himself losing the internal battle.

"Hey," a voice from the doorway forced Cas to open his eyes and forget about what was happening inside his far from okay mind. He turned around to see Dean leaning against the frame. He looked like he had the other day. It was obvious that he had perfected his image as a 'bad boy' when in all reality he was just a scared teen who needed someone to care for him. Right then, Cas decided he would care for this boy no matter what. For him, he did not see how it would be an issue since he was already developing a sense of protectiveness for him.

"Sorry I'm taking so long," Cas apologized. He wasn't sure how long he had been there, but the fact that Dean was here and Sam was not proves that he was there long enough that Sam and Gabe had gone on to school. He knew he should be there too, but being here was more important.

"It's no problem. In all honesty, I'm not really that hungry anyway."

The blatant lie that just left lips made Cas want to grab the knife that he was so scared of and stab the boy. Any sane person could see that Dean was starving. From the noises coming from his stomach to they way his gaze lingered on the almost finished sandwich.

"Lie to me one more time about being hungry, and I will personally chain you to a bed and force feed you until the thought of food makes you sick," Cas growled. He didn't know what had gotten into him because he normally didn't have it in him to threaten anyone. He was a very calm, collected, even timid, person and didn't really believe in much violence. It was strange and out of character for him to say what he just did. He decided not to read into his outburst and accept the fact that he was slightly protective of the boy standing in front of him. Even if that meant protecting him from himself.

From his place on the frame, Dean chuckled at the aggression that had come from Cas. "Kinky," he said with a smirk on his face and a playful glint in his green eyes.

Not knowing how to respond, Cas turned around and grabbed the sandwich and handed it to Dean. He was done with this...this, well whatever this was. He just walked out, more like stomped, and wen to the living room and threw himself down to watch TV. Without realizing, he had crossed his arms and stuck out his lower lip. This was going to be a long day, Cas could just feel it in his bones. In his very soul.

"Dear Lord, help me not to kill that poor boy," Cas mumbled under his breath.

"Help you what?" Dean's muffled voice came from the kitchen. It also didn't help that he had food stuffed in his mouth. This alone made Cas put his head in his hands and sigh.

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Okay, but listening to Spring Day by BTS while editing may not have been a good idea. Am currently curled up with my dog trying not to cry because of the stupid line"You're my best friend." 

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