The Look Of You (Destiel)

Chapter one

It's been a couple months since I moved in with Dean and we have a sort of routine. Dean wakes up, showers and makes brakefast then wakes me up and helps me to the table then he leaves for work after we eat, I shower and spend the day sleeping, listening to the TV or music. When Dean comes home I call out for him to make sure it's him then if he got a new tattoo he describes to me, the colors, shapes, overall picture, and I add it to my mental image of him.

Dean also bought me new clothes and a new cane and a few other things to make me comfortable. He's pretty sweet for a tattoo artist. I always thought they were like, unfeeling jerks or something. I was wrong. Really wrong.

I hear the front door open and shut which means Dean is home. "Dean?" I call from my place on the couch.

"It's me." Dean sighed and sat on the other end of the couch.

"You okay?" I ask, sitting up and looking in his general direction.

"Yeah, rough day.."

"Oh, you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

I nod and an awkward silence fall over us, which is weird cause there as never been an awkward silence with us before.

I hear him stand up and walk off in the direction of the kitchen when there's a loud banging on the front door that makes me jump.

I hear the door open and then Dean sigh "Dad what do you want?" Dean's dad is here? Dean never talks about his dad.

"I want to know why you left the family business." His voice was gruff and harsh.

"Because I don't want to work with you anymore. Bobby helped me get out and find a better job that actually pays." Dean snapped. I hear shuffling then a loud thud.

"It is your responsibility to take over the business once I'm gone." Damn. Dean's father is kind of an ass.

"Yeah and it was your responsibility to take care of your fucking kids but you didn't do that. So dont try and tell me it's my responsibility cause it's not."

"I am your father and you will treat me with respect and do what I say damnit!"

"You're not my father, you haven't been my father since Mom died so don't pull this crap. Bobby is more of a father to me than you ever were."

I hear the slap of skin on skin and a definite crack followed by more rustling

"Dean..?" I ask, fear creeping into my voice.

There's silence for a second and I start to think they both went out the still open door, but no, because soon I'm being pulled off the couch by the collar of my shirt and panic shoots through me. "who the hell are you?" It's Deans dad, god he stinks, smells like smoke and alcohol. "Answer me boy!"

"Dad leave him alone he's got nothing to do with this." Dean's voice is far away, like he's in another room.

"I-im c-castiel. Dean's r-roommate" I studder, tripping over my words to get them out faster.

"Castiel huh?" I nod and he drops me, I stumble and trip over something on the floor trying to back up, falling on my ass.

I hear loud retreating footsteps, muffled words, and then the door slamming shut.

I feel hands on me, Dean's rough hands pulling me up and sitting me down on the couch "god cas I'm so sorry I didn't think he'd follow me here."

I shake my head a little and relax under deans touch. "It's fine.. as long as he doesn't come back."

"Yeah, no, he wont. I'll make sure of it." Dean said softly, his hands still on my arms.

I nod and Dean must notice I'm shaking cause he sits next to me and wraps his arms around me "it's okay, he won't hurt you."

I nod against his chest "I know" I mutter, feeling warn and safe in his arms
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Woo firts actual chapter done!