Supernatural Oneshots

*Things You Said Through Your Teeth* (Destiel)

TRIGGER WARNING.

"Cassie! You said you'd try to stop! You promised! What did I do? Where was I? Why wasn't I there for you?!" Dean had just rediscovered Cas's cuts along his arm.

Tears rolled down his face. "I'm so sorry Dean. It wasn't you. I tried I really did I promise."

"Well that worked, didn't it!" Dean growled. "If it wasn't me, then who?" His teeth were clenched and he had to force himself not to pace a hole in the carpet.

Cas looked down, ashamed. "People. At school. When I go to the bathroom. Every single time."

Dean turned red with anger. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you! Hell why did you let it get this bad?!" He would've shouted but the were in an apartment building so he settled for hissing the words through his teeth. "Cas I love you and if I lost you I don't know what I would do. I don't care if you keep things to yourself. You're not obligated to tell me anything, but when you're being bullied and it's causing you to be depressed, I highly recommend that you tell me. I want to be there for you."

"Oh yeah Dean? Well you weren't. You weren't there when I was bullied. You were in your own fucking classes!" Castiel hissed right back.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah? I was? We don't have the same schedules, Castiel. Think. If I'm not in your classes and you don't tell me about being bullied, and you conceal your pain/bruises, then how the hell am I supposed to know? I noticed you were acting weird, and thank god for that because I never would've discovered these," he gestured to the scars, "if I hadn't."

"Yeah uh huh. We've been dating for a little over a year. You should know."

Dean sighed, he was trying to be patient, but Castiel was being so damn irrational. "Castiel. I can't notice more than a change in behavior. You were trying to hide it from me. I know because I couldn't tell much from your behavior or your voice. The only thing I noticed was you recently wearing long sleeved shirts and shifting a lot more when I held your hand or arm. That's what led to my finding out."

"I'm sorry Dean. My emotions and crap are all over the place. It's the things they say. One of them was an old friend and he knows right where to hit me for it to hurt. The other, well, he just has sources where he gets information about me. From who, I don't know."

"Cas, I know you'll hate me for this...but you need to see a therapist. I can listen, but I have no idea how to truly help you, with the depression and self harm and stuff."

"No Dean, you're actually right. But would you sit in appointments with me? So you can know how to help and stuff?"

"Of course. Anything for you." Dean replied with a  soft smile.

Okay so not exactly a fight but I tried. Also it's Destiel because I usually see Castiel with the self harm and well I couldn't see Sam or Gabe doing that. At least at this point in time.