Twisted [A Destiel Highscool AU]

Chapter 27

Warnings- this chapter contains violence and mild abuse.

"Sam." Dad shakes his head, his voice heavy with disappointment. "I expected better from you, at least. I'm not surprised about your brother but you?"

"Dad, this is wrong," Sam's voice is shaking and I want nothing more than to tell him to shut up because he's just fucking this up even more for himself.

Dad chuckles. "If you say so. The door upstairs is pass coded, by the way, so there's no point on trying to make a run for it."

I manage to open my eyes again. Really, I should be getting stronger from being awake but instead I keep wanting to just... sleep. Which is definitely not good.

"You can't do this, Mr. Winchester," Alfie says hotly. He's glaring in my dad's direction. "You can't hurt Dean, and you certainly can't keep us here!"

When he replies, dad's tone is disdainful. "I suppose you're another one of the Novaks. I think I'm entirely entitled to do whatever I think is proper to my own sons."

"But y-you can't keep Alfie here," Sam stutters, looking pale and scared. I almost reach out to pull him into a hug before I belatedly remember that I'm chained up.

"I'm afraid I have to. He's seen too much, Sammy." Dad sounds regretful as starts going through a box of what I know contains handcuffs. Again, the urge to protect Sam- and Alfie- surges through me, but I can't move, can't even really find the energy to speak.

"What are you going to do to us, Mr. Winchester?" Alfie asks, his voice trembling a little now.

He chuckles and comes up with two pairs of handcuffs. "Well lets just say, I've become quite adept at faking 'death by wild animal'." Sam whimpers and hunches his shoulders and dad comes a step closer to pat the top of his head. "Don't worry, Sam, not you. There's still hope for you, if I can nip this strange obsession with angels in the bud. We'll kill that compassion yet."

Thankfully, Sam doesn't even attempt to struggle as dad snaps the one handcuff to his wrist, attaching the other to the leg of the metal table that usually holds his tools. Sam just sinks to the ground in silence, keeping his gaze fixed on the cold concrete floor.

Alfie, however, doesn't have prior knowledge of what my dad can be like. As soon as he turns to him, he makes an attempt to run for the stairs.

Dad is faster, darting forward with frightening speed for a man of his age and hitting Alfie upside the head with precisely the amount of force needed to knock him off balance. Moments later, a dazed Alfie is being handcuffed beside Sam.

"It wasn't even worth your time," he says reproachfully. "I already told you, the door is passcoded."

"Had to at least- try," Alfie mutters breathlessly.

"Mom would have hated you," Sam says suddenly, out of the blue, looking up at dad with an expression that I can only describe as fierce. "She would have-"

Dad backhands Sam across the mouth and I somehow find the energy to scream. Dad has never ever laid a hand on Sam and now that he has, rage is bubbling up in my stomach.

Protect Sam, always protect Sam, that's what I've lived with my whole life, that's what dad has always told me to do, protect Sam at all costs. And now he's going back on his own instructions and hurting Sam.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" I gasp out, drawing on more of my sudden burst of energy to renew my struggle to get free. My wings flare out aggressively, trying to break free of the chains that hold them. The movement also sparks hot, sharp pains throughout the width of my wings and down the length of my spine, but I ignore it for the time being.

Dad glances at me with wide eyes and for a satisfying instant I see a flash of fear in his eyes as he backs away from Sam.

And then my world erupts into agonizing pain as the mechanism holding my wings tightens and pulls them so suddenly that I think they might rip free from my back.

My vision goes white. Blood pounds in my ears and a metallic taste fills my mouth and for a moment I have total clarity.

I'm dying. I'm going to die and there's nothing I can do about it.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're dying. That's not entirely true, at least not for me. It's more like... the people I love flash before my eyes.

I see my mom, and she's not dim of vague like she is in my memories. She's bright and sweet and full of life and she's smiling at me like I'm the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

I see Sam, my brave, strong baby brother. I see the man he will grow up to be, tall and proud and happy, holding Gabriel close, matching gold bands on their fingers.

I see Alfie, sweet and loyal and just plain good, standing with the petite blond girl I've seen him eyeing so many times in our history class.

And finally, I see Cas. I see him standing with his wings flared high and proud against the sky, his eyes flashing bluer than the ocean. He's absolutely beautiful, in every way, and I love him.

As my mind fades into inky blackness, I almost think I can hear his voice, calling out to me.