Lost (Destiel High School AU)

Chapter 9

A/N Happy new year everyone! got a new chapter for y'all, hope you enjoy it :) Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome ^^

After John came home that Sunday, Dean didn't do anything but take care of Sammy, go to school, and go to work. He saw Castiel at school, and sometimes he'd come by at the garage, but that was it. Dean was happy Castiel accepted it; he didn't want to lose him.

But it was hard. He had to wake up early every day to make breakfast for Sammy, bring him to school, he had to survive his own day at school, pick up Sammy and head straight to the garage.

There, he worked the rest of the time before heading home to make dinner. After dinner he had to do the dishes, sometimes clean the house, he had to wash all the clothes, and basically did everything parents would do.

If that was everything, he'd be okay, but he had also homework to do, his own and Sammy's, whenever Sammy was too tired. He had to take care of his little brother, and couldn't care less about his own life.

At night he waited, at the kitchen table. He waited for John to come home, so he could go to sleep himself. This wasn't the life a normal 17 year old should have, but Dean knew he couldn't do anything about it.

He had to wait, wait till he was 18 so he could take Sam with him and go away, away from his dad, away from all the trouble.

One night, Dean felt sick. He had slept too less the past few days, and tripped over nothing at least twice a day. But he had to go on; he had to do this for Sam. Sam didn't deserve this, and that's what kept Dean moving. He was sitting at the kitchen table when John came home, 2.30am. Dean expected him to just go to bed, like always. But this time it was different.

"Why am I getting called by your school if there's something wrong?" Dean's eyes grew wide. Oh shit.

"I don't know, I've been a bit tired past days," he replied. But that wasn't enough for John.

He walked over to Dean and before Dean realized it, he was thrown off his chair. "If I hear anything else from that school, we're leaving, you hear me? I'm getting a new phone. And if you dare to make them call me again..." he didn't finish his sentence, but instead, his hand flew to Dean's head.

Dean tried to get away, but he was too weak. He felt his father's knuckles hit his eye, but didn't dare to even whimper. "Do you understand me?" he heard his dad ask.

"Yes, dad, I'm sorry. It won't be happening again." John's hand hit the side of Dean's head one more time before he went to his room.

"Good," he mumbled before closing the door.

Dean lied on the floor for a minute before he sat up, and cleaned the floor. He hadn't realized his nose was bleeding until now. As he waited till the bleeding stopped, he thought about what just happened. He had almost forgotten how his dad could be when drunk, almost. He sighed. This was why he stood up at night. He had to take this or else John would hurt Sammy.

The next morning, Sam had asked what happened, his face in shock. Dean hadn't even looked in a mirror the night before, so when he finally did, he understood Sam's expression. His whole eye was blue, together with a part of his nose. On the side of his head there was also a big bruise. "Nothing bad, I tripped and fell on the kitchen table," he said, not wanting to have Sam worried.

Castiel sat in class, wondering where Dean was. Yes, he was late at times, but not this late. During lunch, Charlie also asked where Dean was. Castiel admitted he didn't know, but also didn't worry. Dean had looked pretty tired past days; maybe he was just sick at home. He didn't think about it as the day went on.