Destiel #2

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Prompt: Would you like to make a chapter where they are in high school and Dean is being bullied and resorts to self-harm and how Cas helps and stuff please?

I would love to write this for you! I love you @kadavar!!

*Warnings*

Swearing, Self-harm, fluff-ish

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Dean's alarm went off, waking him up for school.

School...

 Yeah, he might have been considered one of the "cool kids" but he felt far from it.

It was his father's fault, he was an abusive bastard and he had been that way for years. 

But it wasn't always like that.

Mary was the light of John's life, he would do anything, be anything for her. When she died, she took whatever good was left in him.

He turned to drugs and alcohol. Gone from the house for most of the day hours, leaving Dean to take care of Sam. Dean would make Sammy food, bathe him, and even read him stories before bed every night. He actually didn't mind taking care of his brother it was what happened when John got home.

At first he was hell-bent on getting to Sam because he blamed him for the death of his beloved wife. He would try to storm up the stairs to his room shouting something along the lines of,

"It's his fault!"

"My Mary would still be here!"

"She should have saved herself instead of him!"

But Dean would always stop his drunken father and say,

" NO, It's my fault. I woke up before she did, I should have taken care of it. Shoot first ask questions later right?"

John would then turn his anger towards his first born son,

"You little fucker! You knew there was something wrong and you didn't do anything!"

"It was my fault! I'm sorry dad!"

Of course this was just a lie, to save his little brother from getting beaten.

I can take it. If I do this, Sammy will be safe.

Keeping Sammy safe was his only thought.

Every night he threw himself to the lion, as the sacrificial lamb. Every night he nursed his new and old wounds, inflicted on him by his father. Every goddamn day he would put on a smile for Sammy and pretend that he was okay. Every goddamn day he started to believe more and more, that it was his fault that his mother was dead and that he deserved to be beaten. Every goddamn day he would hide his scars with a long sleeve and his leather jacket, the only thing he had left of his mother.

EVERY FUCKING DAY HE TURNED TO THE ONLY THING THAT COULD HELP HIM, HIS...

His....

his...

his razor.

He wouldn't cut at home, he didn't want Sammy to find out about his pathetic older brother's habit, scratch that addiction. Around the same time every day (unless it was a really bad day) he would go to the bathroom that almost no one used, lock himself in one of the stalls while biting his lip to hold in his sobs, pull out his blade, and.... relief.

But one day he was so desperate for the sweet release that he forgot to lock the stall and bite his lip and he started sobbing uncontrollably.

What he didn't notice is that some else was in there too, and before he did, the stall door creaked open revealing a gorgeous boy with dark brown/black hair and blue eyes but he had tears running down his cheeks too. Dean was horrified, he had fresh blood oozing out of his arm.

Frantically Dean tries to hide his new wounds "Please don't te-"

The strange boy stopped him from trying to cover up his arm, confused, Dean pauses.

Then the boy lifts up his sleeve revealing his own scars.

"And tell them what?" he whispers

Silently grabbing the razor from Dean's hand, he walks to the sink washing it of the blood and wrapping it carefully in paper towels. The still nameless boy motions for Dean to sit on the counter. Dean feels that he can trust this boy, so he obeys.

Once on the counter the blue eyed beauty started to clean Dean's arm, carefully dabbing around the slices in his skin.

"I'm Castiel, what's your name?"

Wow, what an amazing name, Castiel He's gorgeous.

"Dean, My name's Dean

"Well Dean, I think you're gorgeous too."

"W-What? D-Did I?"

His face shown bright with his blush, naturally he tried to hide it but Castiel had a different idea. He cradled Dean's face and made their eyes meet,

"Hey, no more hiding okay?" He whispered 

All that Dean could get out was a whimper followed by a nod.

Then Castiel leaned down and touched his lips to Dean's quivering ones, the kiss gentle and slow.

That was it...

Dean found his light,

The light that pulled him out of the dark.

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