Destiel: You Are Not Alone

Chapter 8

When Cas woke up the air smelt like eggs and bacon. He stretched out on the bed then got up, trying to realize where he was at. Then the memories flooded back from last night. He held his stomach for a bit then took a step off the bed and landed on something warm and squishy and it was moving. He quickly pulled back his feet to see what it was, and there lied and irritated Dean Winchester, on the floor.

“What the hell, Cas?”

“I'm sorry.” He apologized.

Dean sat up and ran his figures through his hair and huffed.

“It's okay.” He mumbled before getting up to stretch then use the restroom.

Cas just sat on the bed a little longer before his stomach started to grumble telling him he needed some of that delicious smelling food.

Once he got down the stairs and into the kitchen he noticed Gabriel cooking with Sam

“ I didn't know you could cook.” Cas teased.

“I didn't know either till Sam showed me.” Cas could tell he was smiling.

He turn to leave the room when he bunked into a muscular chest. He stumbled back then looked up to see a freshly showered Dean.

“I'm-', before Cas could finish saying sorry, Dean covered his mouth.

“Stop saying sorry.” He walked past Cas, went into the fridge and grabbed two beers then turned back to see Cas left the room.

He placed the beers on the counter then grabbed two paper plates and filled them with eggs and bacon. He carried everything into the next room. He saw Cas sitting on the couch with his hands on his face. He walked up and placed a cold beer onto Cas' forehead causing him to lift his head quickly.

“That's cold.” He said

Dean placed the food onto his lap then sat down right next to Cas.

“It's really good cold but the food isn't. Now eat up!” He said with a mouth full of food already.

Cas looked down at the food and took in the smell then took the first bite. He felt like he was in heaven, the eggs were so soft that it felt like he was eating clouds and the bacon had a nice crunch with a river of flavor coming form it. He couldn't stop himself from consuming it and wanting more.

Dean looked up at Cas and saw he was already finished before Dean was halfway finished.

“Dang, starving much?” he joked

Cas looked at him then at his plate.

“Heh, just a little. It was really good.” He smiled.

“Well go get some more. I'm sure Sammy made a bunch, considering the amount of people that are here.”

Cas went to grab more then returned with a full plate.

“So, uh, how was sleeping in my bed last night?” Dean stressed the 'My bed' part, as Cas sat down.

“Well, I don't know. It seemed a little to comfy to be true. How was the floor right next to the desirable bed?” he laughed.

“It was cold and just as comfy. You should try it sometime.” He joked,

“Neh, I think I like the bed.” he joked back.

Cas finished his plate then took his and Dean's to the trash. When he came back a strain of pain came from his stomach. He quickly sat down and hunched over, trying to ease the pain a little.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Dean asked concerned.

“Nothing, just give me a little bit.” He said through clenched teeth.

Dean tried to make Cas lean back against the couch. He didn't want to move, everything hurt. A few seconds later the pain minimized and he leaned back. His face was red and covered in sweat.

“What was that?” Dean asked.

“I am not sure, my stomach just filled with a string of pain. But everything is okay now.” He said while wiping away some of the sweat.

“Lift your shirt up.” Dean said,

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Cas did as Dean said and weakly lifted his shirt. Under his shirt was irritated looking. Dean got up and disappeared into the kitchen. He soon returned with a First-Aid kit and a wet cloth.

“I think your would is infected or it's just still super sensitive, either way I need to change the bandages.” Dean said while placing the medical supplies on the side table.

“Well now you are going to have to take off your shirt.” Cas turned and did as he was told.

Dean looked at Cas' back and noticed a pair of scars on his back that looked like a pair of white wings with red edges on the bottom. Dean traced them with his fingers; Cas flinched at the cold touch. Dean quickly took back his hand and focused on unwrapping the gauze. Cas turned and looked at Dean. He knew that this was going to be stuck in Dean's head so might as well tell him what happened.

“I was 12 and my father was a little obsessed with angels,” He began,

“He was so obsessed that he wanted his own. One day, I came home from school and mom was at work and dad was the only one home, you could tell he had been drinking allot. The whole place smelt like alcohol.” He sighed, trying to remain calm, these types of memories made Cas very uneasy. He continued,

“Anyways, I went to check on him in the basement, where he always worked on secret projects that my siblings and I never got to see or hear about. I knocked on the wooden door, expecting to be told to 'go away' but instead, the door creaked open and my dad's hand stuck out. He told me to follow him as he grabbed my arm. So, I did what I was told, like a good child and followed him into the dark and creepy basement that was filled with beer bottles, some empty and some that hasn't even been opened yet. Once we got down the stairs, he had me take off my shirt and jacket, I followed his command. He then told me to go sit in this tiny chair right under a bright light, which had light bulbs that looked like a eyes staring at me. It was next to a thick metal table with a weird looking contraption on it. I couldn't tell exactly what was on it or what it was made out of due to the darkness. Dad had me face the wall away from the machine. I felt as if something bad was going to happen but I suppressed it and focused on the wall that had a shelf with angels. Dad put a cloth in my mouth and told me not to remove it or else I'd be punished, I could tell he was anxious. When he started the machine I felt excruciating pain starting from the top left of my back to the bottom and when he finished that one he did the same on the right side. I blacked out for most of it. When I came to, I saw something move on my right, it was a mirror. I was in a white dress with a long and wide slit showing what my father did to my back, my blood had soaked through the edges on the back and soaked the back side of my pants. I saw mom yelling at dad while pointing at me. Every move hurt as if someone had taken a knife and sliced off parts of my skin. I looked down to see a large puddle of blood and a few pieces of flesh. My father cut out parts of my skin in the shape of angel wings. He wanted to make a real angel but he didn't know the consequences that come with making a real life one. He didn't know that this could have killed me or that it would cost him his marriage. ”

Dean finished up fixing Cas' wound then ran his hand through his hair,

“Damn, did you get taken to the hospital?”

“No, we didn't exactly have enough money for that so we just made do with what we could. Mom divorced dad then she turned to drugs to help her emotional pain. I stay away form drugs because I've seen what they do to people and especially her and I don't ever want to go through that,” Cas said quietly, tears filling his eyes.

Dean reached out to Cas, Dean was fighting the tears back. All he could think of was 'how could this happen to Cas.'