Anon asked: Prompt: Friday night: "Dean, I can't. I'll get in trouble, my Dad won't like it." Dean doesn't take no for an answer. Monday morning: Dean approaches Cas at his locker and notices the bruises on his wrists and his split lip. "What the hell happened, Cas?" and for once Cas decides he's not going to lie about it any more and simply defeatedly says "I told you my Dad wouldn't like it." and tries to walk away. Hurt!Cas + Protective&posessive!Dean + happy ending please!
"Come on, Cas, it'll be fun!"
"Dean, I can't," Castiel said, leaning back against his locker. "I'll get in trouble. My dad won't like it."
"Please, Cas," Dean asked, closer so that his lips brushed against his ear. "It'll be fun. I'll make it worth your while."
"Dean," Castiel started to turn him down again but Dean cut him off with a kiss. Castiel sighed against his mouth. "Okay. But only for a few hours."
"Awesome. I'll pick you up from the library at six."
~*~
On Monday morning, Dean walked into the school, still floating from Friday night with Castiel.
They had gone to a party that Jo invited them to. They hadn't been there long before Castiel was tugging Dean back to his car. They drove to an empty field and moved to the back seat. They spent an hour steaming up the windows and sucking hickies onto each other's skin before Dean had to get Castiel back to the library so his dad wouldn't realize he was gone. Dean had spent the rest of the weekend fantasizing about how much further their half naked grinding could have gone.
Castiel was at his locker when Dean found him. Dean leaned against the wall next to him and put on his best smile.
"Hey, gorgeous," He said, dropping his voice to a low purr.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel replied, not moving away from his locker. Dean frowned.
"Are you okay?"
Castiel sighed and closed his locker, turning to face Dean. Dean sucked in breath and reached out to touch Castiel's face. His finger tips brushed over the bruise on his eye and cut on his lip.
"What in hell happened, Cas?" Dean demanded. He knew that there were people on the football team that bullied him when he wasn't around. Castiel flinched under his hand and Dean lowered it.
"I told you my dad wouldn't like it," He said quietly, looking at Dean with sad blue eyes for a moment before turning to walk away.
"Cas, wait," Dean said, gently catching his arm. Castiel winced when Dean's hands landed over the bruises his father had left there. He allowed him to pull him closer and cup his unbruised cheek. He always had his suspicions that Castiel's father was abusive, but with the proof staring him in the face he didn't know what to do.
"This is my fault," Dean whispered. Castiel shook his head.
"No, Dean. I should never have left the library. I knew that this would happen, but I did it away."
"Because I asked you to. I'm so sorry, Cas."
"It's not like its anything new," Castiel said, tugging at his long sleeves.
"You're not going back there," Dean said. "You can't."
"I have nowhere else to go."
"There's plenty of room at Bobby's." Castiel shook his head.
"You can't just invite me to live there, Dean, it's not your house. I'll be fine. I have been for years."
"Cas, Bobby will let you stay with us if you tell him what's going on. He'd never stand for this. I'll give you my bed if u have to, but I'm not letting you go back to him." Castiel looked a little scared, but relieved. He nodded and hugged Dean again, hiding his face against his neck. "It's going to be okay, now. I promise."
Dean stayed by Castiel's side as much as he could, guarding him from any nosy classmates and glaring at anyone who looked at him the wrong way. Jo offered to cover the bruise with make-up, but Castiel declined, afraid that it might hurt when he had to clean it off.
Dean drove him back to Bobby's after school was over, glad that he didn't have to pick Sam up for another hour. He didn't want him questioning Castiel before he had a chance to explain the situation. Castiel looked nervous when they pulled up to the house, so Dean squeezed his hand.
"It's okay. Bobby's not to judge you."
"I know. I'm just worried. What if my dad comes looking for me?"
"Don't worry about that. You never have to see him again."
Dean called for Bobby as soon as they got into the house. Castiel clutched his hand for dear life as they heard the man coming closer. Bobby appeared around the corner, a little confused at first, until he saw the bruise on Castiel's face.
"What happened there?" He asked, trying to play off his worry with a gruff voice. Castiel looked down at the ground.
"My father doesn't approve of our relationship," He said, quietly. Dean watched Bobby's face switch from and expressions of shock to one of anger.
"Well, that ain't no one you need to be around then. Dean, come help me set up the guest room. Cas, the kettle's hot if you want so tea, you know where it is."
Dean kissed Castiel's temple and followed Bobby up the stairs.
"I just can't believe it," Bobby muttered under his breath as he pulled some fresh sheets from the closet in the hall. "Beatin' your kid over their orientation. Your daddy won't happy when you came out, but never would've hit you for it."
Dean didn't respond. He helped Bobby make the bed and placed a few blankets on the foot of the bed.
"Cas is scared that he's going to come after him."
"Yeah, well if that happens all hell be leaving with is my boot in his ass."
Dean stifled a laugh and hugged Bobby, surprising the old man.
"Bobby, you're awesome."
"Get offa me, boy," Bobby said, gruffly, though he was smiling a little. "Why don't you get on back downstairs."
Dean nodded and went to join Castiel until had to go get Sam from soccer practice.
Later that night, when they were getting ready for bed, Dean saw the extant of the abuse that Castiel suffered. Bruises covered almost every inch of his skin. Dean brushed his fingers over them, anger once again bubbling in his gut.
"I'm going to kill him," He said, turning around to walk towards the door. Castiel caught his hand before he could get too far.
"Dean," He whispered,his eyes intensely sad. He had came here to escape the violence, not be the cause of more. "Please, just stay with me."
Dean nodded, trying to tamp down on the anger. They laid down together and Dean feathered kisses over every blemish that he saw. He just couldn't understand how anyone could hurt Castiel. When he was sure that he had loved every bruise and scar, he sat up to kiss Castiel's tears away.
"No one will ever hurt you again," He whispered. "Not while I'm around."