137Warnings for this chapter: Gay bashing and mentions of self harm.
Dean sighed and sunk into his seat. He really didn't want to be here but he had no choice. The stupid desks were shit and the chairs hurt his back.
Another boy came and quietly sat down in the desk beside Dean. He gently set his bag down, bent down and started pulling books out of it. Dean happened to note that today he was sporting a nice black eye and bruised lip.
Every week or so the kid came with new injuries. Dean just shrugged thinking the boy liked to get into a lot of fights.
Dean felt a hard jab in his back.
He rolled his eyes and turned in his seat to come face to face with his blond haired friend.
"Jo, what do you want?" Dean grumbled, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Still up to my party tomorrow?" Dean hummed in response, his face melting into a more natural expression.
"Great I'll see you then!"
"Is that all you wanted to ask me?" Dean stretched his arm to try to touch where Jo had poked him but it was too far back. He brought his arm back and rested it on his desk, twisting his neck and torso slightly so he could turn and see Jo better.
Dean never had many friends, or rather he never let many people get close to him. Jo was one of those people that he had known his whole life, and although he'd never say it aloud, she had weaseled her way into his life and was his best friend.
Jo knew everything about him, hell Jo knew Dean more than Dean knew himself.
"Yup pretty much!" Jo smiled.
"You know you can be a pain in the ass right?" Dean said, sighing.
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Tomorrow couldn't have come faster.
Somehow Dean had ended up in a stupid circle surrounded by most of his class mates and a few faces he didn't recognized.
Sam had talked him into 40 minutes of heaven.
Dean was seated with Sam on his left side and Jo beside Sam. On Dean's Left side sat one of Sams other friends, Gabriel and a few other people Dean knew briefly.
Dean knew briefly who Gabriel was because sometimes he'd come over to Bobby's and he would do his homework with Sam on the kitchen table. Gabriel was a pretty good kid in Dean's books.
There was a glass, brown bottle in the middle of the large circle. A few people had already left to go into closets, bedrooms and even a bathroom.
Dean wasn't even paying attention until he heard his name called.
"I am so not going into the room with my brother! Send Dean in!"
Dean looked in the direction in which his name was called, and to his surprise it was Gabriel.
The slick glass bottle neck was pointing toward said man.
Gabriel looked mortified.
Dean chuckled couldn't help but chuckle at his comical expression
"Ha! Dean's going to get the faggot!"
"Oh Dean be careful, he might end up taking you from behind!" Voice around the circle taunted, laughing.
Dean glower at them.
Dean didn't really know who spun the bottle but he stood up with bored eyes and looked around the circle waiting for this mystery person to stand up.
"Dean, you don't have to do this." Jo stood up and whispered in his ear. Dean simply rolled his eyes at her and let his eyes wander the faces. His eyes fell upon one certain boy that looked awfully familiar.
The boy had frightened bright blue eyes and tousled dark short hair. Deans eye's didn't have to play on the others handsome features for long before finding familiar injuries.
He was the boy Dean sat beside in English class.
"Castiel you're such a fa-"
"You finish that sentence and I will fucking skin you alive, you got that big boy!" Gabriel erupted also standing up, going to walk over to the kid who had called out.
Gabriel looked like he was going to beat the living shit out of this kid.
Dean watched as Castiel gripped Gabriel's arm desperately and whispered something to Gabriel. Gabriel glared at the his younger brother before he sat back down. Castiel walked over to Dean, and kept his head down.
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After getting directions on where to go from Jo the two boys ended up sitting in a random, pink bedroom. The two boys both seated themselves on the purple bed, at opposite sides.
"So, um, you're Gabe's brother huh." Dean said trying to avoid the awkward silence that fell over the two of the.
"Yes." Castiel replied in a small voice.
"You don't seem like much of a party animal, what brought you here?" Dean said trying to keep up some sort of conversation.
"Gabriel said I needed out of the house"
"Ahh I see."
Another awkward silence.
Dean started looking around the room. It was a rather large room, but obviously a girls room. Dean had no idea who's room it was because he had been in Jo's room and there was no way in hell it was her mothers, Ellen.
"Why'd you come in here with me?"
Dean was pulled out his train of thought and looked over at the blue eyed boy.
He studied the other boy carefully. Drinking in every feature on the others face.
He had dark, black hair that looked like he had awful bedhead. He was playing with his lower lip in his teeth and looking down so Dean couldn't see his eyes.
Around his right eye looked nasty and looked as if it hurt. It looked a few days old which made it worst. It was a dark red and it came up into his eyebrow and faded into an awful yellowish colour.
Under his eye was black and it, too, faded into a yellow.
Right where the bridge of his nose and the eye actually met was a dark purple.
It looked horribly painful and Dean was shocked Cas could even keep his eye open.
Right at the end of his lip on the left side was all red and purple in the center
There was no way that a boy like this would have ever gotten into a fight with anyone, Dean thought. He just seemed too...innocent.
The other boy looked up and his eyes nearly took Deans breath away.
They were such an electrifying blue that seemed to ripped through Dean.
It felt as though they were looking into his soul.
Dean suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"I.. I.. I uhm." Dean let out a soft cough before continuing. He put on his game face and did what he did best.
"Why'd you?" With that he smirked.
"Oh."
Castiel and Deans eyes locked together, neither refusing to look away. Dean's smirk slowly bled off his face.
Dean was getting lost in Cas' eyes. They were so.. Broken and lost.
There was no spark, just an intensifying pain that seemed to haunted his very being.
Deans eyes started to wonder and they drifted down to Cas's lips. He wondered what they'd feel like against his. He wondered if the other boy had ever kissed anyone before.
His lips looked so pink and soft.
Before Dean could stop he felt himself slowly pulling closer to the other boy.
When their lips finally touched Dean could feel how stiff Cas was but Dean couldn't care. At first Castiel didn't even move but slowly he melted into the kiss.
Soon he was following Dean and their mouths moved together. Dean wanted, needed more. He lightly nipped and sucked on Castiel's bottom lip. The other boy, clearly surprised gasped and Dean smirked into the kiss and slid his tongue swiftly into the others mouth.
Cas completely froze and didn't move. Dean took this as a bad sign and pulled away looking at Cas with soft eyes.
Cas' eyes were wide and he was panting heavily when Dean pulled away.
His lips were red and puffy from Dean, and that only turned Dean on more but he knew he had to stop.
"Cas." Dean said breathlessly. "Wh-whats wrong? Do you not want to do this?"
Cas suddenly crashed their lips back together in a hurry. His hands gripped the sides of Deans face, roughly and his nailed dug into the soft flesh. He bit down hard on Deans lip breaking the skin. Dean let out a surprised yelp and Cas' tongue slide past his teeth and into his mouth. Dean could taste blood. He grabbed onto the back of Cas's and deepened the kiss.
Cas roamed all over Deans mouth, his tongue laced over the other mans gums, the roof of his mouth, his cheeks. Everywhere. The metallic taste of Dean's blood twisted into the mix.
Dean, so caught up in the kiss, pushed his hands under Cas' shirt trying to explore as much as he could as Cas took charge. As soon as his hand touched the soft flesh it was gone, and Cas was off his lips.
Cas jumped up and flew off the bed, slamming himself onto the wall on the other side of the room with a loud thump that vibrated off the walls.
Hurt and confusion painted Deans face before it sunk into concern.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"I am so sorry Dean." Castiel said his eyes wide, tears collecting in them.
"I don't get it?" Dean said. Had Dean done something wrong? This had never happened to him before.
Dean brought his hands up to his face to try and rub some of the stress away.
His eyes widened when he smeared something warm and almost sticky on his forehead, eyes and cheeks. He teared his eyes away from Castiel's to look at his hands.
Crimson red smeared all over Dean hands.
Dean gasped and before he could say anything there was a loud slam of a door and Cas was gone.
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