Unlikely Lovers

Chapter 5

It was late on a weeknight, and the room was silent and dark; the only light was from the dim streetlight outside the small motel. Castiel hadn't slept at all that night and it was already 2 AM, everyone else was fast asleep. Although they had skipped school the day before Castiel couldn't do it again, he was a good student. He was contemplating whether he should leave in the middle of the night and go back to the horrible excuse for a family he had to live with, or stay with Dean, his almost lover, and his sweet little brother Sam. The choice was obvious, anyone with common sense would pick the latter, but Castiel wasn't most people. What if they alerted the system that he wasn't there for days? They would come looking for him and no doubt find him. Would they take him back to the orphanage? Take him away from Dean and Sam? But at least he would be away from them, right? If he left in the middle of the night and went back, they would see him and would give him the beating of a lifetime. He didn't want to think about it anymore so he closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep.

He dreamt that he had gone home, snuck in through the window and crashed to the ground waking the whole house. The man came down stairs flicking on each light as he progressed through the dark rooms. Cas laid on the ground in a fetal position, closing his eyes, flinching even before the man had started hitting him. He came into the same room where Castiel laid, with a metal baseball bat in hand and the same old angry face. Not a word. Not a word spoken. He didn't ask where he had been, he didn't say how much he loathed him. Nothing. He hit Cas' knees with the bat, and his face winced in pain. The tears started to well up in his eyes as he hit every part of his body with cold metal. Each blow was harder and stronger than the next. Surely the man had broken some of his bones.
"Please." Cas whispered underneath his breath, through his trembling voice and tears.

Castiel woke up with a gasp, his face wet with tears and sweat from the dream. By then it was dawn and Dean was already awake, rushing over to his side, comforting him in every way possible. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and made little shushing noises into his ears. He held Cas close to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

"It's alright, it wasn't real. I'm here." Dean whispered.

Castiel said nothing, just cried silently into Dean's chest. He looked up to Dean, his eyes light blue and swimming with tears, but he looked so beautiful. Dean looked down and smiled, taking in Castiel's perfect features and then pressing his lips onto Cas'. Dean's were tender and warm and if there were any lips that Cas was going to kiss it was his; only his. Dean's hands slid down Castiel's back, gripping his sweater and Cas ran his hands through Dean's hair. Dean laid Castiel gently down onto the bed, still kissing his beautiful face. Without realizing it, Sam had walked into the room watching the exchange and grinning.

"I knew you had a crush on him." Sam teased.

Dean shot up from kissing Cas and his face was blood red with embarrassment. Cas just laid there watching them smiling, still feeling Dean's lips on his.

"You can't tell anyone Sam, you hear me?"

"I won't tell if you let me keep the dog." Sam smiled, knowing he would get what he wanted.

"Fine you can keep the stupid dog, but if you tell anyone, you're dead."

Sam grinned and walked back into the other room. Dean breathed a sigh of relief that Sam wouldn't tell now that he was getting what he wanted.

"Is it really all that bad if he tells?" Cas asked.

Dean didn't really know how to answer, he really liked Cas, but what would his father or Bobby or the whole school think of him? No, it didn't matter what the kids at school thought of him, and it didn't matter what John thought of him either. If they really loved him they wouldn't care.

"Let's just see where this goes first."