Twisted [A Destiel Highscool AU]

Chapter 5

I manage to hold off going into full panic mode until after school. I actually make it all the way up to my room before I lose it. As soon as the doors slams shut my wings literally explode, ripping my shirt to shreds.

"Oh god oh god oh god," I pant, falling down to my knees amidst the shreds of what used to be one of my favorite shirts. My wings are still insanely puffed up. I can feel each individual feather, puffed up and slick with... Something. I don't even know. I'm to confused and freaked out to figure it out. Because this can't be happening. None of this can be real. I was so fucking close to losing it in the cafeteria today, and then again in my class after lunch. Because of that goddamn angel. Castiel. No one, and I mean no one has ever been able to get under my skin like that, so quickly and deeply, not Sam, not my dad, not anyone.

"Oh, god," I groan, curling up in a ball on the floor. This is apparently one of the rare occasions where I don't bother to fight the things my wings do instinctively because when they curl around my body I just huddle into the warmth of the soft, warm feathers.

"This is all your fault," I mumble, not exactly sure if I'm talking to my wings or myself. Not that they're actually a living breathing thing but... They aren't me. They can never be me.

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A soft knock sounds on my door. "Dean?" comes Sam's voice, soft, hesitant, soothing. "Dean, can I come in."

"Yeah," I croak, raising my head a little. I'd managed to drag myself I my bed where I'd been collapsed for the past hour.

Sam cracks the door open, peeking in. "Aw, Dean..." He whispers as soon as he sees me, and a few seconds later I've got an armful of little brother smuggling up next to me, hugging me tightly. And yeah, I've been protecting Sammy my whole life, from anything and everything, but now I'm the comfortee instead of the comforter. And honestly, even though I know it can only be a one time thing, because Sam needs me to be strong, it's kinda nice.

"I'm sorry, Dean," he whispers, looking up at me past his ridiculously long bangs.

"What for?" I ask a little roughly, swiping at my eyes with the palm of my hand.

"Just... Our lives are kinda crap, you know? And I just wish there was some way dad could accept who you are so you don't have to hide anymore and-"

"Shut up, Sam," I snap, anger bubbling in my chest. "Dad shouldn't accept me like this because I'm a monster! Literally the only reason I'm still alive is because he needs someone to watch after you and if you didn't need me, I'd do the job myself!"

I regret every word as soon as I see the tears filling Sam's eyes, spilling down his cheeks. "Oh, fuck, I didn't mean..."

"Y-you'd really k-kill yourself Dean?" He gasps out before burying his face in my pillow.

"Sammy," I whisper gently. "I just... I had a bad day. I didn't mean it." I did, but he doesn't need to know that.

Sam's shoulders shake with small sobs, so I just hold him for awhile. After a bit I realize that I'm tracing his sides up and down with the tip of one wing, but he seems to find it soothing so I just keep going.

I guess we both doze off at some point because the next thing I see is my bedside clock blinking 6:47 at me and my angry-looking dad standing above me.

"Ruined another one of your shirts, son?" He asks cooly, holding up a scrap of cloth that once was part of an AC/DC logo.

I sit up, careful not to disturb Sam. "Yes, sir," I whisper.

"I know you're aware that this is unacceptable behavior, Dean."

"Yes, sir," I repeat, swallowing around a dry throat. "It won't happen again, sir."

His voice gets even colder. "Get dressed. Go make dinner, but I better not catch you eating anything. I want you in the basement after dinner so we can see about your punishment."

I watch him walk calmly out, trying to stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks.

I manage.

Mostly.

A/N

Lol I know it's short... I'm a tad under the weather. Comment!