Dean woke up in pain, his stomach screaming out but ignored it going through his daily routine. Rolling over on his side, he faced Sammy, who was still there, asleep and snoring. He was okay.

After making sure Dean shot out of bed regretting the fast motion. His whole body ached in pain. With a sigh, he headed to the shower letting the cold water run down his back. Each droplet ran down a bruise reminding Dean how much his father hated him.

Dean felt so alone in the world. I mean ya, he had Sammy, but Sammy was young and innocent. Dean never actually told Sammy how bad his father could be.

As poor as they were John still found away to pack his different sets of whips and knives for when he was really looking for some fun. To Dean's knowledge John had a lisence for almost anyhting becuase he's a cop. Either that or he's dirty. Dean wouldn't have a hard time believing the second one.

If he told anyone this he bet they would just starred at him in pity. No one would understand him. No one will ever understand him.

Shaking his head Dean made an excuse reminding himself how showers for some reason always made him emotional. After his little session inside his head Dean finished up washing his hair and his body making sure to do it delicately.

Wrapping a towel around his waist Dean got a better look at himself trough the dusty mirror. He was littered with bruises, some still forming, some as clear as day. They were mostly on his chest but there was a few on his shoulders and arms, a few down his legs, and a few on his face. Shit.

Dean had bruising by the left eye and right cheekbone. His father must of punched him there last night. Lightly tapping his cheek Dean hissed, swiftly bringing his hand away.

Dean thought about covering it up somehow to hide it from Cas, but the only thing to cover it up the bruises and make it unnoticeable would be makeup.

Dean could tell you right now that no one in this house has makeup. Even if they did Dean definitely wouldn't want to look like a painted whore.

Letting out a sigh Dean wondered why he only thought about wanting to hide the bruises from Cas. Maybe it's because he's the only one who'd notice... and I bet he talks a lot to others... that must be it.

Dean hurried to the other room making breakfast quickly. Realizing that he hadn't really eaten much this past week besides the dinner, he grabbed a piece of toast from his father's plate hoping that the man wouldn't notice.

He quietly got Sammy who was already ready and waited for him to finish eating.

Then, swinging his bag over his shoulder, Dean and Sam headed out into the cool autumn air. It was a breath of fresh air for Dean, literally and yet, metaphorically. He could already feel the start of a new day.

The aching of his ribs brought him back to the present though, reminding him it's never going to be a new day when the same thing repeats over and over again. Grunting at his thought Dean trudged on, walking to school. He always seemed to know how to kill his good mood.

After Dean said goodbye to Sam and they went their seperate ways, Dean walked on. His mind trailed back to Cas. Even at his age, Cas seemed more innocent then even Sammy. He was really weird with his trench coat yet his blue eyes can distract you from all that. You could get lost in those eyes. But it wasn't only the eyes. His whole face- no his whole body was perfect. Dean admired the imaginary Cas in his head. He was-

Dean was startled by the thoughts that erupted in his mind when he thought of Cas. He never felt like this before. It was a nice feeling, and that scared him. Dean didn't like how he didn't understand this tingly feeling he got by just thinking of his tutor. Dean didn't like it at all.

Dean tried to comprehend this emotion. Hatred? He had herd of people so filled with rage they were shaking. It was a strong emotion, but this wasn't hatred. No, he didn't hate Cas, Dean couldn't.

Admiration was the next thing that popped in his head. As Dean thought about it though it didn't seem to fit. Dean didn't admire anything about him, I mean ya he was hot as hell, and ya he seemed perfect but Dean didn't look up to him or anything.

Jealousy, Dean thought next. Castiel seemed to have a perfect life, he was hot, had a good job and life ahead of him, he seemed popular, and probably doesn't go home and get beat up by his dad so that's a plus. But Dean new that it couldn't be a negative feeling because he liked Cas. He liked him a lot. What if he... No he couldn't.

Dean tried to fathom the idea of telling his Dad that he thought he just might have a crush on a guy. Dean imagined the knives, the whips, the chains, the burning skin, the darkness, the loneliness. The scars on him seemed to tingle a bit at the thought.

After the thought of this Dean immediately got rid of the idea. It was impossible. It had to be. Dean searched his mind for the perfect excuse. Curiosity. Dean had never seen a man like Castiel. He was... curious. That fit perfectly. At least to Dean it did.

Dean didn't realize he reached the school until he fell down from running into something. "You okay?" Correction, someone. Dean's body ached in pain from the fall. Trying to ignore it Dean looked up to see the face of the man distracting him the whole walk to school. Castiel. "Ya, I'm fine." Dean huffed.

Castiel furrowed his brows finding his comment slightly unbelievable. Maybe he noticed how Dean was in pain, he hoped not. Dean wouldn't want to ruin what little relationship they had. Correcting his thoughts Dean said to himself 'friendship, I meant friendship.'

"Are you sure your okay?" Cas said, repeating the question after noticing his bruising around the face. Dean just nodded before grabbing his bag, standing up, then walking away.

"Wait up!" Castiel yelled waving at Dean. Turning around Dean let out a little gruff in annoyance. "What is it now?" Cas seemed to slouch back, becoming a little more shy from Dean's attitude. It made him kinda feel bad.

"I w-was wondering when are session was today." Cas spoke softly. Dean's eyes seemed to briefly soften a little after hearing Castiel's voice. "Another one?" Dean spoke, trying to make it sound like a complaint yet he noticed a tiny bit of excitement in his voice.

Castiel just nodded at the comment. "Alright Cas, after school again?" Dean asked lightening up a little. Dean didn't have any work today so he his session could be longer.

"I was thinking that we could go to your place?" Cas added noticing Dean get a little tense. "Wow Cas, you sly dog, your faster then I thought." Dean winked trying to make a joke out of the comment.

"I'm serious Dean." Cas said in a stern voice trying not to blush at the comment. "I can't do my place, it's messy and small and-" Dean got interrupted by Castiel, "It is okay Dean, I do not mind." Dean looked down before adding "My dad is very particular about guests so lets go somewhere else." Cas noticed the smile fade off of Deans face so he just nodded. "My place then?"

"You have your own place? I thought you lived in one of those dorm things." Dean commented. "I do live in one of the dorms, my parents house is close by though, they would not mind." Cas corrected Dean. "Dude, I don't do parents. We're not that serious yet are we?" Dean said joking again.

Cas just huffed and walked off making Dean smiled, a real smile.