Not A Mark [Destiel High School AU]

12. Enter, Trouble

3rd Person POV

Dean has his first block off, as a spare. He spends the free morning texting Castiel while he readies himself for his day. They both woke up with a bit of an uneasy feeling, but decided to brush it off as nothing.

Dean prefers not to spend his spares at school; all there is to do is sit around searching for possible victims of their gang's torment, which is exactly what they are doing right now; except this time, their target is already locked.

The gang stand spread around the front of the school, some inside and some outside. Scattered around, they're less conspicuous, or easy to notice, causing Castiel's paranoid eyes to pass right over a few.

Castiel moves through the fanned-out crowd, the taking the route less travelled to a more unusual way into the school. He clears the crowd, finding his way to the secluded picnic table spot, where he and Dean meet occasionally for lunch, the very same place that he and Gabriel occupied on their first day.

Just before he reaches the windowless metal doors, Castiel is grabbed roughly from behind. His bag falls from his shoulder as he's thrown forward into the door. Managing to narrowly avoid hitting his face, he nearly falls to the ground, leaning heavily on the door for balance.

Turning in alarm to see his harasser, he finds his gaze met with seven glowering, menacing faces. These include a few that he recognizes, such as Crowley, and Alastair. One of the closest men moves closer still, clutching a fist-full of Castiel's shirt. He tries to fight him off, scratching at the tall man's arms, until a second and third person assist, each grabbing one of Castiel's arms, pulling him properly to his feet.

The two hold his arms firmly against the cold metal behind him. Locked in place, the first guy releases his shirt, to deliver a swift punch to Castiel's nose, before making room for Crowley to step forward.

"It's been a while," Crowley observes, with a sinister tone.

"I'm Gabriel's brother! Gabriel Novak!" Castiel tries to explain. His heart racing faster than ever; echos of memories slowing time for a moment.

"And why would that matter?"

"I was under the impression that you and your gang had a code; I thought that you couldn't do harm to family," Castiel desperately explains, praying that Crowley will change his mind.

"Oh no, that rule doesn't apply to you." He pauses. "Not any more, at least." Crowley snaps, and makes a quick hand gesture behind himself. A crony steps forward holding a phone; he hits play, smirking, and faces the small screen towards Castiel.

Castiel's confused expression soon changes into horror, as is mind clicks. His face drops, and the horror is mixed with terror at what he sees. The video is of Castiel and Dean exiting a house. They stop on the front steps to talk for a moment, then Cas wraps his arms around the taller man, and kisses him. Dean embraces him, and kisses him in return. Castiel has to look away before the end of the video.

How could this have happened? Castiel thinks, trying to hold back the flood of emotions the video has caused.

"Shit," he says under his breath, looking back at Crowley, and the rest of his smirking crew.

"I don't think your connection to your pathetic brother, or that filthy traitor Dean will do you any good now." The crew all move threateningly closer.

Cas pulls away from the wall suddenly, struggling to tear his arms from the grasp of the two holding him. Their grip is only loosened for a moment, before someone bolts forward, punching him in the stomach. Castiel lets out a pained yell, doubling over in pain. His arms are held once again with an iron grip against the metal surface behind him.