Unspoken

Chapter 4

A/N: agh, I still can't get over last night's episode. Ugh, it was just too perfect.  

AnYwAyS, THe ChApter YOu'vE ALl BEen WaiTinG For

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Chapter 4-

~Dean~

Dean and Sam walked around their small home, trying to avoid the front as much as possible. They had noticed John's truck in the drive way and the only way to avoid his drunken stupor was to climb up to their rooms through the window. It was fairly depressing how John changed from being 'okay to be around' to 'an abusive dickhead of a father' after Mary died in a house fire. That's what John said, at least. Dean believed it was something else. His father used to leave them and go on 'buisiness trips' to go try and take care of 'buisness'. There was never a moment to where Dean believed him. Never.

He helped Sam up onto the roof of the back porch, making sure that his little brother had a good foot hold so he wouldn't slip up. He carefully followed behind Sam, gingerly putting his hand on the old wood so it wouldn't creak and alert his father to their presence. When the wood creaks it makes an freaky echo through the whole house. 

Of course nothing goes the way it's supposed to. Always with the bad luck. Apparently Sam's foot slipped and Dean tensed up as he heard the echo then heavy footsteps marching into the backyard.

~Castiel~

Dread and fear pricked at Castiel's insides as he tried to push his wings through the slit in the back of his slightly over-sized trench coat. He was trying to keep himself calm, trying not to notice how unusually high the drop-off was. 

The angel finally got his wings through, feeling slightly proud as he tried to beat them, trying to gain altitude. he tried and tried but it wasn't working, he has had problem with his wings before because of an accident that happened when he was smaller. He couldn't flap his wings in the certain angle the catch air. 

It was too late, he couldn't fly. Then it hit him, it was like running into a brick wall he felt so dumb. They weren't trying to kill him, they were trying to get Castiel to fly. Wow, who came up with this dumb idea?

Before he knew, Gabrel's big golden wings came into view when he saved Castiel from falling further. 

"Sorry little bro." Gabriel glided down onto the soft ground in front of his other brothers. "I knew Micheal's idea wouldn't work. I tried to stop him."

"What are you talking about Gabriel? This was your idea to do it this way, since we all know that he wouldn't just jump off the ledge." Micheal rolled his eyes as he continued, "anyways Castiel, sorry if I startled you. Since your almost out of the fledgling stage you need to know how to fly, and yes i know your wing is messed up, but we need to try." Castiel blinked once before he fell to the ground from a sudden surge of pain spreading across his abdomen. It felt like he had been kicked . He tried to seek help from his brothers but when he steadied himself he noticed he was in the dark, at the edge of some woods, alone. This was not good. He had to find out where he was so he could get 'home'.

He almost fell over once again when pain spread through his cheek. "Dad, stop!" Castiel had heard that voice before, it was Dean. The to-be-angel quickly stood up, trying to ignore the pain in his face and stomach region as he tried to make his way over to all the commotion. "Dean!" Sam.

"Sammy, go wait in the im-" The man had punched him and Castiel almost fell. Confused, Castiel still tried to stop this man from hurting his only best friend. Weird, Castiel never had a friend before, let alone a best friend.

~Dean~

Another kick to the stomach. This was worse than the other times John had beat him up. He never kicked Dean. It was usually just shitty slaps and punches that left a couple of bruised and occasionally a minor nose bleed. Dean wondered if John was actually gonna go to far this time. Maybe kill him, Dean can see it in the headlines of the newspaper:

CRAZED FATHER KILLS OWN SON FROM DRUNKEN STUPOR

Dean wondered what Sam would do without him. Hell, he'd probably have a way better life since Dean wouldn't be there to drag him down anymore. But what about Cas? That awkward dork would most likely be lost without him. The butterflies that had filled his stomach was quickly replaced by regret and pain from another kick. 

He felt blood fill up his throat ad he coughed, leaning over as John took a break from physical abuse to yell at him. He saw something moving in the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look John was on the ground sleeping. What? He must've passed out. He was pretty drunk. Not really surprising. 

Something grabbed Dean's shoulder as he looked up. Suddenly, nothing hurt anymore, like if he was healed as blackness crowded the eldest Winchester's vision. He tried his best to send all the blackness away to get a look of the figure standing before him. Dean could see blue, blue eyes, the bluest eyes he's ever seen. Then something that looked like wings standing pridefully on it's back, flaring out. The blackness clouded is vision one more as he finally passed out.

~Sam~

He didn't want to abandon Dean with his father, but what was he even supposed to do? He couldn't call the police. They would have taken them away. Sam actually liked his school, he finally had friends. 3 months at that school and Sam wants to stay. And yeah, he hated John's guts. Sure, he wanted to beat the living shit out of em. But John almost never paid attention to poor little Sammy. It was always Dean who John targeted. Always Dean that stood up for him. 

Sam couldn't stay put for much longer, Dean hasn't came out yet and it's starting to worry him. Sam steps out of the impala and creeps around to the back, expecting to hear shouting and punches being thrown, but no. When he turned to look he saw Dean laying still on the ground. It startled him at first, thinking that his older brother was dead for a second until he heard the soft snores coming from the out cold body of Dean. He looked around frantically, remembering that John was still there, but sleeping also. Strange. 

Sam sighed as he dragged Dean's sleepy self inside. He decided that John deserves to sleep outside for the night.

A/N: Psssh, I know it's short, but HEY, I updated. That's all that matters. I had to quickly type this up in a limited amount of time.

OOHHooohOH Cas can feel when Dean gets hurt, I wonder why that is... -evil plot scheming going on in the back ground- 

HeH actually, it's not really evil.

*Destiel Eyebrow Kink Maybe Sabriel Waggle WIng* 

I just love my tags... thanks wattpad.

AnYwAyS-

See yah next chapter!

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