Hey There Castiel (Destiel High School AU)

Chapter Four

(Castiel P.O.V)

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We were sprinting down the halls. My trench coat trailing behind me. I gripped Dean's hand as tight as I could. The wind, brushing my cheeks as we climbed staircases and ran past classrooms. I felt alive. I haven't been so happy and not depressed for so long.

"Dean... can we stop? I... can't breath..." I manage to push out as we're speeding by the library doors. Still clutching Deans hand as if my life depended on it. Dean looks at me and rounds the corner. We slow down, enough to catch our breath.

"We should run away." He suggests.

"What?"

"I mean like, take my car, get away from this shit hole."

"Dean I only just met you, and, I can't just leave. I can't leave my mother, or my siblings! I want to go to college, get a degree, buy a house, marry someone..." I trail off. Maybe I can run away with Dean. Maybe I can just pretend the first 16 years of my life didn't happen and start a new one. I think.

"Nevermind Cas... Stupid thing for me to think." Dean blushes. His entire neck and cheeks turn red.

"No Dean it's just... My life hasn't been great so far... I-I was bullied..." I gulped. This part of my life I just never wanted to relive. I was betrayed and broken. I've never trusted anyone until now. "And, I just feel that if I trust someone... They're going to take advantage of that... Dean I don't want it to happen again!" My eyes started watering, images of past memories flooded my mind. I couldn't take it. I'm such a baby, I think I'm breaking down because Dean asked me a question.

But Dean didn't seem to care that it was about nothing. He shuffled closer to me. I lifted my head. Tears were streaming down my cheeks like downpour. He took my face in his hands and placed his lips on mine. I fluttered my eyes closed. Never ever did someones lips feel so soft. They tasted like, like, apple pie. Apple pie and icecream. He released me and took my hand, running out the front door of the school.

"Dean! Where are we going?"

"To my house!" He yelled as we ran down the street together.

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"I really like your trench coat Cas." Dean tells me. I sat in his room. There were posters all over the walls, AC/DC, Metallica, Rush. There were even a few Beatles posters above his bed. Although one poster caught me off guard.

"I didn't know you liked Elvis." I say. Dean didn't strike me as an Elvis type of person.

"Oh yeah, I love Elvis. He's my favourite, I mean, besides the Beatles." He gestures up to the poster above his bed.  "I always thought the music in the sixties were the best."

"What's your favourite song?" I ask him. He glanced over to his turn table sitting in the corner of the room.

"I have two." He finally says after a long pause. "Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis. And Hey Jude by the Beatles." I finally work up the courage to tell him my secret. I mean, what could go wrong... right?

"Do you know why I really moved here?" I mumble.

"No, but why don't you tell me?" I look down at my hands. They were red and sweaty. I slowly bring my sleeves up to my elbows. I hear a small gasp come from Dean. Lumpy scars filled my arms and wrists. He put my arms in his hands and thumbed over the scars. Some of them were fresh. I winced was Dean touched one that was still open.

"Oh my... Cas, who did this to you?" Dean's eyes were filling up with tears. Why would he cry? It's not his fault, he didn't need to be upset.

"Just some kids at my old school..." I'm choking back tears. Memories of the beatings and harassment flood my mind. "And by some, I mean everyone."

"I'm so sorry, Cas."

"You don't need to be sorry Dean. It's not your fault." I look back down at my wrists. Salty tears falling onto them. Our tears mixing.

He places a small kiss on my lips and leans his forehead on mine.

""I'll keep you safe Cas. I promise." He whispers.