Guardian Angel

Scars part 2

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I could feel someone staring at me. That’s how I knew that I should have left as soon as I saw him this morning.

“What happened to you,” I heard Dean say while looking at me with confusion.

I turned back around and went to grab my bag off of the table. I was ready to run but as soon as my hand touched the bag I felt his hand on my shoulder and I froze at his touch. It had been so long sense I had felt the burning sensation that had once consumed me. The heat radiated from where his hand was placed on my shoulder to every inch of me, it was as if I was drunk off of it.

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Once I touched Cas’ shoulder I could feel heat radiate through out my body. It felt familiar but I couldn’t put my fingur on it. Before I knew what I was doing, I lifted Cas’ shirt up in attempt to expose the scars that looked fresh but before I could reach the place that they resigned at, Cas turned around and grabbed my shoulder.

“Dean, you must never do that again,”

I looked thte man that I have just known for a day in the eyes. There was more pain hidden behind the crystal blue orbes then anyone could experience in a life time and I wondered if I could help him.

I placed my hands just above where his pants ended and said,

“On one condition,”

Cas tilted his head in confusion.

“From now on we’re friends.”

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Castiel slammed his locker shut trying to calm himself down. Silently he walked out of the school building into the cold air that slightly burned his lungs.

“Hey, Cas!”

‘Dean,’ Cas thought and grimminced slightly. Why couldn’t he just stay away from the green eyed boy? Hadn't he learned his lesson already?

Turning to look at Dean, he saw a younger boys attempt to tackle him. Smiling he begun to walk over to them.

“Cas, meet Sammy,” Dean said while picking his younger brother up bridal style.

“PUT ME DOWN!” Sammy shouted.

“Okay,” and with that Dean dropped his younger brother onto the grass.

“Jerk,” Sammy said whilst rubbing the back of his head.

“Bitch.’

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