SPN: Mistakes We Make 19
Summary: All-human AU. From the ages of 10 - 15, Dean and Castiel were inseparable. Then Dean's dad died, and rather than lose his brother to CPS, Dean took him and ran. Years later, Castiel's big brother Gabriel finds Dean working as a prostitute, and decides to try and help him - but does Dean want to be saved?
A/N: This was originally meant to end a little over 10,000 words from here. I think I'll be going over the goal.
Cas finds out exactly what happened. He's not impressed.
Warnings: Language, mentions of rape, incest, drug abuse and prostitution. Also, Dean's a dick.
-MWM-
Dean was sitting against his wall, Cas next to him with his legs across Dean's lap. They couldn't stop touching each other, and hadn't bothered to put their clothes back on. Castiel knew that he should be mad a Dean still, should be finding out what it was that had happened between him and Gabriel, but he felt too happy to risk spoiling it.
He'd missed Dean for the last ten years, had done all sorts of stupid things trying to get over losing him, and to have him back was intoxicating. They laughed at old jokes, spoke of anything that happened before Cas and Gabriel went to New York, and avoided speaking of anything that had happened since they last saw each other.
Castiel ran a hand over Dean's jaw, which was already bruising. They both had several bruises from their fight, apparently they'd both learned how to fight. Dean lifted his hand and covered Cas', then turned his head and pressed a kiss to his palm.
They were doing what they'd always done when they didn't want to deal with the world - they were building their own safe haven, just the two of them, and ignoring everything else. There would be time enough to deal with reality later, for now they just needed to be together, and Cas leaned forwards to drag Dean in for another kiss. Never mind that their lips were already swollen and bruised, they were addicted to each other again and didn't care.
The sound of a ringing phone broke into their solitude, and Castiel groaned. He crawled over to where his jacket had dropped, fishing his phone out of the pocket. He could feel Dean watching him, and jumped a little as a hand caressed the back of his thigh. Shooting Dean a grin, he looked at the caller ID, and froze.
It was Gabriel.
Suddenly Cas felt as though he couldn't breathe. What had he done? He'd come here to talk to Dean, to yell at him, to fight him for hurting Gabriel, and instead he'd fallen straight into Dean's arms. Well, maybe not straight away, but still. Gabriel deserved better than that.
He swallowed hard, then flipped the phone open.
"Gabe, hey."
The hand caressing him stopped moving, and he could hear Dean's breath catch in his throat.
"Cas, where are you? I'm at Kali's now, she says you never even suggested going over to her place."
"I'm, ah…"
"Don't you dare lie to me, Castiel. Where are you?"
"I'm with Dean."
He could hear the heavy breathing from the other end of the phone, as Gabriel tried to get his emotions under control.
"I just… I needed to see him, needed to find out what happened."
"Did he hurt you?" Gabriel sounded on the verge of a meltdown again, and Castiel felt like utter shit. "Did he… Cas, please don't let him…" He trailed off, and Castiel heard a choked-back sob. "I'm too late, aren't I?"
"Gabriel, please talk to me," Castiel whispered, standing and moving out of Dean's reach. "What's going on?"
"He… Cas, he…" Gabriel forced out a laugh, which was painful to hear. "I can't even say it. He was the prostitute at the Red Moon House, and while we were… he…"
Cas felt as though his world had been knocked off its axis as the pieces fell into place. Gabriel not wanting to be touched, flinching when Cas mentioned sex, being so insecure, insisting that Castiel not find Dean…
"He raped you." It was a statement, and he could hear Gabriel's laboured breathing.
"Cas, please… it's why I didn't want you to go there, if he hurts you…"
"I'm going to kill him, and then I'm coming home. I'll see you tonight. I love you, Gabriel."
"Love you too."
Castiel flipped the phone shut and stared at it, trying to control himself. All he could see, however, was Gabriel's shattered look when he'd returned from his trip. He turned around to look at Dean, and the younger man flinched away from him.
Dean swallowed hard and struggled to stand. Cas had murder in his eyes, and he knew he needed to explain everything, and fast.
"Cas, please, let me explain-"
"Did Gabriel beg you?" Cas spoke over him, shaking with fury. "Did he beg you to listen to him? Did you give him a chance, or did you just decide that your version of events had to be the true one?"
Castiel was walking closer, his voice lowered to where it was almost indistinguishable from a growl.
"He was wearing a collar with your name on it!" Dean tried to point out. "Cas, he's your brother! He's screwed you up if you think-"
"He saved me!" Cas shouted, flying at Dean again, trying to get his hands around Dean's neck. Dean grappled with him for a moment, before managing to pin Castiel's arms to his sides and hold him still. "Dean, I was whoring myself out for drugs, I slept with anyone who'd give me a hit! He took me away from that, forced me to clean myself up."
"He's fucking you, isn't he?" Dean was struggling to keep hold of Castiel.
"Because I jumped him!" Cas spat. "He didn't want to at first, he thought he was sick or something. It took me going on another bender for him to give in and let me love him! He's the reason I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere for pissing off a drug dealer."
Dean finally managed to wrestle Cas onto the couch and lay on top of him, pinning him with his greater weight.
"Castiel, listen to me. You're in a sexual relationship with your brother, surely you see how this would worry me? Hell, it'd worry anyone! Does anyone else know about the two of you?"
"Kali," Castiel glared. "She's the one we go to if we need to vent about the other as a boyfriend."
"Right. One person," Dean was still battling to keep Castiel in one place. "And this doesn't tell you anything? Such as, society in general is going to assume that he's been taking advantage of you for years?"
"He hasn't!" Castiel yelled, fighting renewed at the reminder. Gabriel had said that he was taking advantage when he'd had his meltdown. "And even if he had, how does that excuse you raping him?"
"It doesn't," Dean admitted. "But I wanted to punish him for taking you away from me!"
Cas froze at that, looking up with wide eyes.
"Taking me… Dean, you're the one who left."
"Because I had no one to help me," he whispered, lowering his head gently to rest his forehead on Castiel's shoulder. "You weren't answering your phone, neither was Gabriel. After Dad was killed, when the nurses said they'd have to call CPS… I had no one. I just knew I had to take care of Sammy."
"How'd that turn out?" Cas muttered. He wasn't forgiving Dean, he just… he needed to know.
"He's at Stanford," Dean smiled briefly. "Got into pre-law. My boss, Crowley, is paying for it. Paying for his apartment too… and this one. He's taken care of me."
There was silence for a few minutes, before Castiel gently pushed at Dean's chest again.
"Dean, get off me."
Reluctantly he did, and Cas quickly got up, slipping back into his clothes.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," Cas refused to look at him. "Dean, I think I can understand why you hurt Gabriel - I've done some pretty stupid things when I thought I was alone. But I can't forgive you for it. And I don't think Gabriel can either. So even though last time it was circumstances… this time I'm making the decision to leave."
He finished dressing and started walking out of the door. Dean tried to catch hold of him, to keep him and make him stay, but Cas was faster and easily sidestepped him.
"Stay away from us," Castiel whispered, before walking out of Dean's apartment.
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