String and Cups (Destiel Highschool AU)

Chapter 8 |We fudged up|

Chapter 8 |We fudged up|

***Dean's POV***

Small warning for feels, and child abuse. You've been warned. and I'm sorry. so so sorry.

I wake up by someone nudging my arm. I swat them away, turning around in Cas's arms. They hit my back, "Dean!" It's Sam.

"Dean! Wake up!" he whispers.

I roll back over, looking at a wide awake Sammy. I look at my door and I see my Dad, furious. Shitshitshitshit. I scramble out of Cas's arms fast. His eyes pop open. They scan the room before they fill with worry. He sits straight up, patting down his bad-head.

"Mr. Winchester, sir, I-" he starts, standing up and getting his bag.

"You will leave my house, you faggot!" Dad says. He points to Cas, who scrambles out my bedroom. "And you!" he points to me and, for the second time in my life, I wish I could dissapear.  He pulls me to my feet and I glance at Sam. His eyes are filled with tears, smothered all over his face. Dad's strong arms push me into the wall, possibly denting it. "You are not leaving this room ever. You are not talk to that... queer. He is a disgrace. Don't think I won't tell his family what a faggot he is."

"Dad, you don't understand!" I try and defend Cas, but a sharp pain hits my face.

"I understand completely. He made you into this, turned you into something your Mom would have hated!"

"Don't you dare talk about Mom like that." I scream. His eyes flare with rage.

His arms slam shoulders up against the wall. I can feel them crumble under my bones. "I can talk about your mother any way I want. She is dead, she doesn't matter anymore."

"Go to hell!" I spit. He hits he once more before leaving the room with a dense trail of invisable rage following him.

"D-d-dean? Are you okay." I hear a small voice say. Sammy, oh my god.

"I'm fine, Sam. Go to your room, okay?" I request, but he denies.

"No! I'm staying here with you."

I plant my butt on my bed, face into my hands. I can almost feel Cas's hands against my body, but then Sam sits next to me, putting real hands, real comforting hands, on my back.

We sit there for a long while, not talking, barely even breathing.  I should just leave. Leave forever and not put Cas in misery.

"Dad's calling me. I better go." Sam says before shuffling out of my room.

I stand up and lock my door. I pull a duffle bag from the top of my closet and stuff clothes into it. Shirts, check. Pants, check. Money, check.

I pull out a peice of paper from a note book and begin writing a letter. It takes forever, but I finish it with tears in my eyes. I write a small note for Sam.

I double check I have my nessecities and leave through my window. I go to Cas's front door, knocking twice. Michael answers, thankfully not Cas.

"Hey, Dean! How've you been?" he asks.

I shrug and put the note in front of him. "Uh- Can you give this to Cas for me? It, uh, it's important. Thanks Mikey. Bye" I shove the letter into his hands and run down the street.

*

I walk for a while, not really paying attention to anything. I start humming Hey Jude to keep me busy. Humming becomes whistling. Whistling becomes singing.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad.

Take a sad song, and make it better."

People stare at me as I walk along the side of the road. A few slow down asking if I needed a ride, and I declined.