Helping The Lost (Destiel)

Chapter 19: Coming to an end,

-Dean POV-

When Sam and I got home from school John was fast asleep on the recliner, we crept in through the front door and went straight to our rooms to pack a bag for Cas'.

"I'm so excited, Dean! I think Gabriel is my best friend! I have a best friend!" Sam pauses, looking towards me, "besides you, you'll always be my main best friend." I laugh lightly at that, smiling at him.

"Good. You had me worried there for second." I say back, still smiling.

There was silence in the room for a few minutes while we packed pajamas and clothes for tomorrow.

"Dean, I have a question..." Sam said, breaking the silence.

"Wassup, moose?" Sam huffed at my comment but didn't say anything about it,

"What's gonna happen when you turn 18...? I mean, you said you'd take me away from here, away from dad... But Is that allowed? What'll happen if he doesn't let you?"

I sigh as I sit down on my bed, look across the room at Sam who's looking thoughtfully down at his feet,

"To be honest, I don't know. I know the consequences of taking you away from him, it's probably considered kidnapping." I say dryly, "Regardless of him being a constantly drunk, homophobe, I don't want to hurt him. I wish I could get him some help, he's still our dad under the terrible person he's become..."

I paused, considering my next words, "...I think I'd tell Bobby about everything dad has done and we could stay at his house while Bobby tries to help straighten him out. I just hope he's not a loss cause..." 

Sam nods, not mentioning I didn't really awnser his question, instead going back to packing up his clothes and zipping his backpack.

"Okay," I say, standing up from my bed, "we're going to Cas' in about an hour, I'll make some food and by then he should be on his way..."

"Ugh! Nooo Dean, don't make dinner! If you make dinner Cas won't order pizza," Sam whined, sitting on his bed.

I looked at him with my eyes squinted for a moment,

"Fine, bitch. I'm gonna take a quick shower you should clean our room up before we leave." I say, walking into the closet next to Sam's bed to grab a change of clothes and heading towards the door.

"Jerk!"

Sam says as I close the door behind me,

I snort out a laugh while walking into the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door.

I set my clothes next to the sink and step up to the shower, turning the warm water on and taking my shirt off.

The cuts on my arm still linger from my last mental breakdown. Momentarily I consider renewing the cuts, but quickly shut that thought down and take my pants off.

I leave my clothes in a pile on the floor, keeping my boxers on to check the temperature of the water coming out of the shower head, hissing when I realize it's way to hot and leaning over to turn the cold water on to even it out.

I avoid looking into the mirror above the sink, not wanting to see my chubby-ish twink body.

As soon as the water is at a good temperature I slide my boxers down my legs and step over the edge of the bathtub into the shower.

I let the water run over me momentarily, wiping my hands down my face and reaching for the shampoo.

My mind was caught on Cas, obviously.