So Tired Chapter 6
So Tired Chapter 6
Title: So Tired
Author: Crowley_Gal
Characters: Dean, Sam, John. Some names you may recognize but AU, for example Benny is Dean's math teacher.
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: Teen for swearing
Word-count: ?
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Dean likes to swear. Mentions anorexia. May be a little triggery
Summary: The boys settle down for an extended period while John's away on hunt. It might be all fun and games for Sam but Dean's having a hell of a time trying to keep everything together.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything and I'm not making any money from this.
Chapter 6
Dean had been right, it never lasted. When he woke up on Monday morning his father was gone with nothing more than a vague note and 50 bucks and instructions to watch out for Sam. He wondered if he could get another away with another day off. He probably could but decided against it because he felt rested and caught up for the first time since they moved here. He didn't want to fall further behind.
School was typical. He sat through boring classes and boring inclusion. He was kind of disappointed when Cas didn't show up in the library. Dean saw him chatting with someone on his way out the door so he figured Cas probably made a real friend. It didn't matter if he came or not. It really didn't. It's not like he cared one way or the other.
Work sucked ass as per usual. 5 hours of getting screamed at by blue haired old ladies because he dared to put a bag of marshmallows in with bread. (Yes, he seriously had a complaint put in against him for this very thing.)
Home and two hours of homework and arguing with Sam about money, Sam's plans, and their dad.
This was Dean's life over the next month. School, work, and homework. Cas's time in the library seemed be getting less frequent. He missed a week straight one time. Not that he was keeping track or anything because he wasn't.
Their dad popped in and out. When he was home, Dean had to admit that things got worse. Whatever case his dad was working it was leaving him grouchy and in a permanent pissed off state. It seemed like he was the one baring the weight of his dad's anger. Dean could only figure that the case could only have to do with one thing.
Mom.
The only time Dad got this obsessed was when he was chasing a lead over the thing that killed their mother. He tried asking about it one time only to have their dad literally shove him aside and head out of the apartment. Dean banged his head and had to use one of his imitrex doses. He learned not to ask after that.
Sam wasn't making things easier. When their dad was home it was like he went out of his way to pick a fight. It didn't matter what how big or small, from Sam wanting to go on an overnight away game to the fact that their father bought chunky peanut butter one day.
He tried to stay out of things and keep his head down. When Sam ticked off their father, he was more often than not the one punished. In addition to work his weekends were filled with extra miles, push-ups, sit-ups and chores.
He didn't mind helping out, he really didn't, but even he had to admitted he was getting downright frustrated, not to mention seriously pissed off, that all house work seemed to fall on his shoulders. Sam did an occasional sink of dishes but that was about it. He tried to talk to both of them about it but they both seemed to have more important things to deal with.
Like he didn't. It wasn't like he was trying to keep up with homework or hold down a job or keep the place in shape or find ways to placate both his dad and Sam. Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit bitter but damnit, he had a right to be.
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It was a typical morning, Dean got up, got ready for school, fought with Sam over something he couldn't be bothered remembering and went to grab the mail. He usually hated the start of the month because that was when the bills were in. He'd dodged a bullet because their father had just left and paid the rent (he didn't ask where the money came from. He knew better) and left him another $50 for food, $40 for the phone and the full $150 for the power, plus he went and bought a weeks worth of groceries so Dean could put $40 aside for emergencies. After he finished his shift he decided to do something reckless. He'd take $10 of the money and got himself a treat at MacDonald's. He'd probably come to regret it but he figured he deserved it and their dad would never know. It wasn't much but he was kind of proud of himself for going against orders.
They say that pride goeth before a fall and he found out that today was no exception. He went down to grab the mail and found the power bill and the phone bill. He opened both on the way back up to the apartment. He suddenly felt himself get dizzy and he barely managed to keep himself from falling backwards. The walls felt like they were closing in on him and it felt like his chest was closing up. He knew what was happening and he sat on the step and tucked his head between his knees. Fuck, this hadn't happened in a long time. Not since...last year when all the shit went down. He took some deep breaths until the walls stopped spinning and he could breathe normally again. He scooped up the bills and headed toward the apartment. He'd been planning on having breakfast but he decided to skip it and took his peanut butter and bread and made it into a sandwich for Sam's lunch.
"So can I Dean?" Sam asked as he came back into the kitchen.
"Can you what?" Dean asked distractedly. He hadn't paid attention to anything Sam had said that morning.
"You never pay attention to anything I need. I said I need $20 dollars, for our science project. Me and Ian are going to build a volcano and that's my share of the stuff we need."
"No!" Dean said tensely.
"But..."
"You have your money. That was the deal Sam. You got an extra $15 in tips. Where's that money?"
"I had to use it when we went to the movies and then out to eat. I spent the rest on treats when I spent the night at Billy's house. "
"So you wasted it. To bad."
"But Dean, I need this money. It's for school," Sam all but whined.
"Tell me where I'm supposed to get it."
"Dad gave you some. I saw him."
"For food and bills," Dean argued. "I just don't have it."
"But what about my project?"
"You're smart, either figure it out or get a job. Now let's just get to school."
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Dean was sitting in the library staring at the two bills in front of him. He kept hoping he was looking at them wrong. He'd known that his father had spend large amounts of time on the phone but it never really occurred to him that the majority of them were long distance. His dad had been making calls all over the states, he'd called Scotland (Scotland?) and he even called the Zaire. At least that made sense. Pastor Jim did a lot of missionary work all over the world.
Dean smiled when he thought of the Pastor. After his dad and Sammy, Jim was his favorite person. He'd even offered to let Dean come with him one time on trip to Costa Rica. At first he'd been hesitant because he was an atheist. Something Pastor Jim always respected. Jim said the trip was so much more. It was about helping people, and teaching them usable skills, such as farming techniques and helping them learn to read and write. He said he would even introduce Dean to some Hunters he knew there. Plus, there would be lots of time for fun and they'd visit Nicaragua and Panama and Dean could try surfing if he wanted, and Scuba diving.
The trip was sounding better and better but Dean knew his dad would never let him go. Jim just told him to leave John to him. To his surprise John thought the trip would be good for his eldest. Dean wished he'd been a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Then his darling little brother had to get involved. He got jealous and whined endlessly that the trip was more suited to him because he could appreciate it more. Jim told Sam that he would take him when he got older but that wasn't good enough. John said no one was going just to shut Sam up.
Dean did what he always did. He sucked it up and was a good soldier and tried not to let his disappointment show. Then Jim worked another miracle and the trip was back on. What did Jim have on his dad? Once again Dean allowed himself to look forward to something.
Then it all came crashing down again when their dad got a lead on a hunt and took off, one day before they were supposed to leave. With nothing but a note that said look after Sam. He'd forgotten Dean was supposed to leave and there was no one to look after his darling little brother.
With all the long distance calls the bill was $311. The power company apparently wanted a deposit of $200 along with the $120 dollar budget payment. That left him figuring out how to pay $631 with the $150 his dad left him.
It was why he should know better than to think something good could ever happen to him. Nothing ever did.
"Hey Dean." A voice cut into his thoughts as he heard someone pluck into the seat across from him.
"Hey," he mumbled unenthusiastically. It had been 3 days since Cas last sat with him. Probably needed help with his math homework.
Sitting down Cas reached into his bag and pulled out some homework. He tried to engage Dean in conversation but his friend seemed upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked tentatively.
""Everything's great," Dean ground out.
"It's just that you've been starting at the same page for the last 10 minutes."
"So I'm too stupid to figure that out," Dean snapped.
A hurt and confused look past over Cas's face. "I never said that," he defended himself. "You know I don't think that."
"Nevermind. You just needed help with your math. Just go find your real friends. Maybe one of them can help you."
"I don't have any friends, except you."
"Whatever. Look, just leave me the fuck alone, okay," Dean said losing his temper.
Cas for the life of him couldn't figure out what he did wrong to make Dean mad at him. Maybe he could go back to being homeschooled. It would be so much easier than coming here and getting bullied every day. "Fine, I'll never bother you again," he said sadly as he got up and walked away.
He tried to tell himself he didn't care. Cas was only here for help on his math homework, otherwise he stayed away. He didn't want or need friends. They just got in the way. You had to leave them behind but damnit, he liked Cas. "Damnit!" he said allowed as he finally allowed himself to admit that he missed the little geek when he wasn't here. He was the one things that made coming here every day bearable. "Cas wait," he called after his friend. At least he still hoped so.
"What?" Cas asked stiffly. "You want to insult me some more."
"I'm an asshole. I...I was just having a really bad day (week....life actually) and I'm sorry for snapping. It's not you, okay. It' all me."
Even though he was still feeling hurt, Cas reluctantly sat down again. "Can I help with anything?" he offered sincerely.
"It's..." What? Money, his dad being completely clueless and his brother being a dick? "It's just your dad's not here today. So that means I get Ms. Best as my inclusion advisor. I hate her. She's so condescending and makes me feel like I have an IQ of 12. I even get my math homework wrong when I'm around her," Dean confessed in a rare moment of honesty." Not to mention Ms. Best was his PSHE teacher and she's want to know about the project he'd decided not to do, but he wasn't ready to mention that secret to Cas just yet.
"I don't like her either," Cas confessed. "She acts like she knows everything about everything and God forbid if you correct her."
"Tell me about it," Dean mumbled. "Me and my brother also go into a fight, and I have to work tonight and can't stand the grocery store. It seemed like everything just piled up on me. You just came in at the wrong time. So, sorry again."
"Did you know that the Hardware store is hiring?" Cas offered.
That intrigued Dean. If he could get on there, maybe he could quit the grocery store. He liked being around tools.
"Yeah, Miller Family Hardware, its just around the corner from FoodWorld. I'm not sure what the job's for. It could be CEO or something but you could check it out."
"I will, thanks Cas," Dean said genuinely. He took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Can I ask you something?"
"You want to know why I stay away for long periods of time?" Cas guessed. "It's stupid."
"What?"
"It's Alastair, Zacheriah and Crowley. They like to pick on me. I try to avoid them but they know that I like hanging out in the library so they wait. If they get here first, I go to my Dad's office. He knows I need a break and he gave me a key."
Dean resisted the urge to get defensive that Cas used him as a body guard. He got enough of that with Sam.
"At first, I asked to sit with you to keep them away but I really like hanging out with you. I was almost tempted to ask you if you'd come to my dad's office but I didn't want to admit to how big a wimp I am."
"I don't think you're a wimp," Dean said honestly. "Those guys are wimps. I'd like to see how tough they are with someone their own size."
"Thanks Dean. I was wondering. Do you want to go see the new Raiders movie?"
"You like Indiana Jones?"
"I like the archeology stuff."
"I would but I have to work," Dean lied and he felt his resentment building again. Why did only Sam get to go out and have fun?
"Maybe next week," Cas offered.
"Maybe," Dean said non-committedly. "I better get going," he said when the bell rang.
"Me too."
Dean left the library. He still had no idea what to do about the money situation but surprisingly he felt better than he had in a long time.
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The next day, rather than have to sit by himself he went and waited for Cas by his locker and they walked to the library together. Alastair and his cronies were waiting by door but Dean's theory that they were cowards proved correct when they just turned and left when they saw Cas with him.
Unfortunately, Mr. Lafitte was still off sick so Dean had to put up with Ms. Best during his time in hell. Although maybe that was insulting hell. It couldn't be as bad as inclusion.
After she lectured him about the chaos of his notebooks and his note taking and how sloppy he'd done his physics homework, she brought up the thing he was dreading. He'd deflected her questions by bullshitting his way thought it, but she wanted to see his notes and have him work on it under her direction so she could make sure he was on track.
He had nothing. "I forgot it," he said lamely. He knew she wouldn't buy it.
"Do you remember that you had my class earlier today."
"Yes," Dean said defensively.
"I told you in class to make sure you brought your notes. How can I see if the work you've done is even close to what I want."
"You could ask me?"
"Okay, what have you found out."
"I know the signs, symptoms, and how doctors attempt to treat...it."
"What are they?" she challenged. She suspected that Dean hadn't done a thing on the project and was surprised when Dean could list it all. "I have to say I'm surprised you know that, but its all fairly common knowledge.
Test me bitch. "Ask me any question." Dean was sure she was trying to trip him up but hey, there was nothing about this disease he didn't know. He knew the statistics, complications, and all the ins and outs. When she was done, he resisted the urge to smirk because he knew what was coming next.
"Okay, you've done some reading but tomorrow I want to see some written notes and research and a rough outline of your poster board.
"Sure," Dean agreed even though he had no intentions of doing so. He was glad to hear the bell and he took off before she could say another word.
He was going to have make something up. His dad wasn't due back and he was already at two strikes with her. One more and she would want to see him. He couldn't fake his whole dad. But he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to remember. He'd be getting no sleep tonight because of the extra work but also the memories this whole crappy project was stirring up.
He detoured to the library and picked up some books on the topic. He didn't need them for info just references. He could already feel his stomach starting to hurt.
His therapist at the...clinic told him he had a nervous stomach and it acted up in times of high stress. He was surprised he wasn't in constant agony, although it had been acting up more lately.
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After a horrific shift at work he finally made it home. Sam was still in a pissy mood because of the money for his project and hadn't done any of the chores Dean asked him to do. He'd had to clean up because even though he doubted it, their dad could come home unexpectedly. It was like went out of his way to make things messy.
Dean sucked up his pride and called Bobby. He knew he'd catch hell from his dad when Bobby tore a strip off him for it, but he couldn't be bothered figuring out the money. Bobby agreed to pay the two bills. So that was taken care of.
He finally sat down to homework and as predicted he was having trouble concentrating. He was right and all the memories of the two weeks he spent in a psych ward being treated for Anorexia assaulted him from all directions.
Dean Winchester, eldest son of John and Mary Winchester, badass hunter in training had a disease that was commonly associated with teenage girls.
TBC
Authors note: Sorry this took so long. I must have rewrote the conversation between Dean and Cas about 5 times. I'm a destiel fan and it coming across as a little to romantic or one that was had by two teenage girls. Finally, I just decided to go with it because I'm not sure I'll ever be completely happy with it. The same for the reveal of Dean's big secret. Since I didn't think I'd ever get it the way I want it, I decided to post as is.
Also next chapter there will be more details on what happened to Dean but I was wondering how detailed you all wanted it. Do you want Dean's memories as just part or would you like a more detailed chapter thats told more flashback style. Since I don't want to bore anyone I thought I would ask.
As always please leave my muse some feedback, she's shy and needs encouragement.
Title: So Tired
Author: Crowley_Gal
Characters: Dean, Sam, John. Some names you may recognize but AU, for example Benny is Dean's math teacher.
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: Teen for swearing
Word-count: ?
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Dean likes to swear. Mentions anorexia. May be a little triggery
Summary: The boys settle down for an extended period while John's away on hunt. It might be all fun and games for Sam but Dean's having a hell of a time trying to keep everything together.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything and I'm not making any money from this.
Chapter 6
Dean had been right, it never lasted. When he woke up on Monday morning his father was gone with nothing more than a vague note and 50 bucks and instructions to watch out for Sam. He wondered if he could get another away with another day off. He probably could but decided against it because he felt rested and caught up for the first time since they moved here. He didn't want to fall further behind.
School was typical. He sat through boring classes and boring inclusion. He was kind of disappointed when Cas didn't show up in the library. Dean saw him chatting with someone on his way out the door so he figured Cas probably made a real friend. It didn't matter if he came or not. It really didn't. It's not like he cared one way or the other.
Work sucked ass as per usual. 5 hours of getting screamed at by blue haired old ladies because he dared to put a bag of marshmallows in with bread. (Yes, he seriously had a complaint put in against him for this very thing.)
Home and two hours of homework and arguing with Sam about money, Sam's plans, and their dad.
This was Dean's life over the next month. School, work, and homework. Cas's time in the library seemed be getting less frequent. He missed a week straight one time. Not that he was keeping track or anything because he wasn't.
Their dad popped in and out. When he was home, Dean had to admit that things got worse. Whatever case his dad was working it was leaving him grouchy and in a permanent pissed off state. It seemed like he was the one baring the weight of his dad's anger. Dean could only figure that the case could only have to do with one thing.
Mom.
The only time Dad got this obsessed was when he was chasing a lead over the thing that killed their mother. He tried asking about it one time only to have their dad literally shove him aside and head out of the apartment. Dean banged his head and had to use one of his imitrex doses. He learned not to ask after that.
Sam wasn't making things easier. When their dad was home it was like he went out of his way to pick a fight. It didn't matter what how big or small, from Sam wanting to go on an overnight away game to the fact that their father bought chunky peanut butter one day.
He tried to stay out of things and keep his head down. When Sam ticked off their father, he was more often than not the one punished. In addition to work his weekends were filled with extra miles, push-ups, sit-ups and chores.
He didn't mind helping out, he really didn't, but even he had to admitted he was getting downright frustrated, not to mention seriously pissed off, that all house work seemed to fall on his shoulders. Sam did an occasional sink of dishes but that was about it. He tried to talk to both of them about it but they both seemed to have more important things to deal with.
Like he didn't. It wasn't like he was trying to keep up with homework or hold down a job or keep the place in shape or find ways to placate both his dad and Sam. Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit bitter but damnit, he had a right to be.
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It was a typical morning, Dean got up, got ready for school, fought with Sam over something he couldn't be bothered remembering and went to grab the mail. He usually hated the start of the month because that was when the bills were in. He'd dodged a bullet because their father had just left and paid the rent (he didn't ask where the money came from. He knew better) and left him another $50 for food, $40 for the phone and the full $150 for the power, plus he went and bought a weeks worth of groceries so Dean could put $40 aside for emergencies. After he finished his shift he decided to do something reckless. He'd take $10 of the money and got himself a treat at MacDonald's. He'd probably come to regret it but he figured he deserved it and their dad would never know. It wasn't much but he was kind of proud of himself for going against orders.
They say that pride goeth before a fall and he found out that today was no exception. He went down to grab the mail and found the power bill and the phone bill. He opened both on the way back up to the apartment. He suddenly felt himself get dizzy and he barely managed to keep himself from falling backwards. The walls felt like they were closing in on him and it felt like his chest was closing up. He knew what was happening and he sat on the step and tucked his head between his knees. Fuck, this hadn't happened in a long time. Not since...last year when all the shit went down. He took some deep breaths until the walls stopped spinning and he could breathe normally again. He scooped up the bills and headed toward the apartment. He'd been planning on having breakfast but he decided to skip it and took his peanut butter and bread and made it into a sandwich for Sam's lunch.
"So can I Dean?" Sam asked as he came back into the kitchen.
"Can you what?" Dean asked distractedly. He hadn't paid attention to anything Sam had said that morning.
"You never pay attention to anything I need. I said I need $20 dollars, for our science project. Me and Ian are going to build a volcano and that's my share of the stuff we need."
"No!" Dean said tensely.
"But..."
"You have your money. That was the deal Sam. You got an extra $15 in tips. Where's that money?"
"I had to use it when we went to the movies and then out to eat. I spent the rest on treats when I spent the night at Billy's house. "
"So you wasted it. To bad."
"But Dean, I need this money. It's for school," Sam all but whined.
"Tell me where I'm supposed to get it."
"Dad gave you some. I saw him."
"For food and bills," Dean argued. "I just don't have it."
"But what about my project?"
"You're smart, either figure it out or get a job. Now let's just get to school."
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Dean was sitting in the library staring at the two bills in front of him. He kept hoping he was looking at them wrong. He'd known that his father had spend large amounts of time on the phone but it never really occurred to him that the majority of them were long distance. His dad had been making calls all over the states, he'd called Scotland (Scotland?) and he even called the Zaire. At least that made sense. Pastor Jim did a lot of missionary work all over the world.
Dean smiled when he thought of the Pastor. After his dad and Sammy, Jim was his favorite person. He'd even offered to let Dean come with him one time on trip to Costa Rica. At first he'd been hesitant because he was an atheist. Something Pastor Jim always respected. Jim said the trip was so much more. It was about helping people, and teaching them usable skills, such as farming techniques and helping them learn to read and write. He said he would even introduce Dean to some Hunters he knew there. Plus, there would be lots of time for fun and they'd visit Nicaragua and Panama and Dean could try surfing if he wanted, and Scuba diving.
The trip was sounding better and better but Dean knew his dad would never let him go. Jim just told him to leave John to him. To his surprise John thought the trip would be good for his eldest. Dean wished he'd been a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Then his darling little brother had to get involved. He got jealous and whined endlessly that the trip was more suited to him because he could appreciate it more. Jim told Sam that he would take him when he got older but that wasn't good enough. John said no one was going just to shut Sam up.
Dean did what he always did. He sucked it up and was a good soldier and tried not to let his disappointment show. Then Jim worked another miracle and the trip was back on. What did Jim have on his dad? Once again Dean allowed himself to look forward to something.
Then it all came crashing down again when their dad got a lead on a hunt and took off, one day before they were supposed to leave. With nothing but a note that said look after Sam. He'd forgotten Dean was supposed to leave and there was no one to look after his darling little brother.
With all the long distance calls the bill was $311. The power company apparently wanted a deposit of $200 along with the $120 dollar budget payment. That left him figuring out how to pay $631 with the $150 his dad left him.
It was why he should know better than to think something good could ever happen to him. Nothing ever did.
"Hey Dean." A voice cut into his thoughts as he heard someone pluck into the seat across from him.
"Hey," he mumbled unenthusiastically. It had been 3 days since Cas last sat with him. Probably needed help with his math homework.
Sitting down Cas reached into his bag and pulled out some homework. He tried to engage Dean in conversation but his friend seemed upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked tentatively.
""Everything's great," Dean ground out.
"It's just that you've been starting at the same page for the last 10 minutes."
"So I'm too stupid to figure that out," Dean snapped.
A hurt and confused look past over Cas's face. "I never said that," he defended himself. "You know I don't think that."
"Nevermind. You just needed help with your math. Just go find your real friends. Maybe one of them can help you."
"I don't have any friends, except you."
"Whatever. Look, just leave me the fuck alone, okay," Dean said losing his temper.
Cas for the life of him couldn't figure out what he did wrong to make Dean mad at him. Maybe he could go back to being homeschooled. It would be so much easier than coming here and getting bullied every day. "Fine, I'll never bother you again," he said sadly as he got up and walked away.
He tried to tell himself he didn't care. Cas was only here for help on his math homework, otherwise he stayed away. He didn't want or need friends. They just got in the way. You had to leave them behind but damnit, he liked Cas. "Damnit!" he said allowed as he finally allowed himself to admit that he missed the little geek when he wasn't here. He was the one things that made coming here every day bearable. "Cas wait," he called after his friend. At least he still hoped so.
"What?" Cas asked stiffly. "You want to insult me some more."
"I'm an asshole. I...I was just having a really bad day (week....life actually) and I'm sorry for snapping. It's not you, okay. It' all me."
Even though he was still feeling hurt, Cas reluctantly sat down again. "Can I help with anything?" he offered sincerely.
"It's..." What? Money, his dad being completely clueless and his brother being a dick? "It's just your dad's not here today. So that means I get Ms. Best as my inclusion advisor. I hate her. She's so condescending and makes me feel like I have an IQ of 12. I even get my math homework wrong when I'm around her," Dean confessed in a rare moment of honesty." Not to mention Ms. Best was his PSHE teacher and she's want to know about the project he'd decided not to do, but he wasn't ready to mention that secret to Cas just yet.
"I don't like her either," Cas confessed. "She acts like she knows everything about everything and God forbid if you correct her."
"Tell me about it," Dean mumbled. "Me and my brother also go into a fight, and I have to work tonight and can't stand the grocery store. It seemed like everything just piled up on me. You just came in at the wrong time. So, sorry again."
"Did you know that the Hardware store is hiring?" Cas offered.
That intrigued Dean. If he could get on there, maybe he could quit the grocery store. He liked being around tools.
"Yeah, Miller Family Hardware, its just around the corner from FoodWorld. I'm not sure what the job's for. It could be CEO or something but you could check it out."
"I will, thanks Cas," Dean said genuinely. He took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Can I ask you something?"
"You want to know why I stay away for long periods of time?" Cas guessed. "It's stupid."
"What?"
"It's Alastair, Zacheriah and Crowley. They like to pick on me. I try to avoid them but they know that I like hanging out in the library so they wait. If they get here first, I go to my Dad's office. He knows I need a break and he gave me a key."
Dean resisted the urge to get defensive that Cas used him as a body guard. He got enough of that with Sam.
"At first, I asked to sit with you to keep them away but I really like hanging out with you. I was almost tempted to ask you if you'd come to my dad's office but I didn't want to admit to how big a wimp I am."
"I don't think you're a wimp," Dean said honestly. "Those guys are wimps. I'd like to see how tough they are with someone their own size."
"Thanks Dean. I was wondering. Do you want to go see the new Raiders movie?"
"You like Indiana Jones?"
"I like the archeology stuff."
"I would but I have to work," Dean lied and he felt his resentment building again. Why did only Sam get to go out and have fun?
"Maybe next week," Cas offered.
"Maybe," Dean said non-committedly. "I better get going," he said when the bell rang.
"Me too."
Dean left the library. He still had no idea what to do about the money situation but surprisingly he felt better than he had in a long time.
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The next day, rather than have to sit by himself he went and waited for Cas by his locker and they walked to the library together. Alastair and his cronies were waiting by door but Dean's theory that they were cowards proved correct when they just turned and left when they saw Cas with him.
Unfortunately, Mr. Lafitte was still off sick so Dean had to put up with Ms. Best during his time in hell. Although maybe that was insulting hell. It couldn't be as bad as inclusion.
After she lectured him about the chaos of his notebooks and his note taking and how sloppy he'd done his physics homework, she brought up the thing he was dreading. He'd deflected her questions by bullshitting his way thought it, but she wanted to see his notes and have him work on it under her direction so she could make sure he was on track.
He had nothing. "I forgot it," he said lamely. He knew she wouldn't buy it.
"Do you remember that you had my class earlier today."
"Yes," Dean said defensively.
"I told you in class to make sure you brought your notes. How can I see if the work you've done is even close to what I want."
"You could ask me?"
"Okay, what have you found out."
"I know the signs, symptoms, and how doctors attempt to treat...it."
"What are they?" she challenged. She suspected that Dean hadn't done a thing on the project and was surprised when Dean could list it all. "I have to say I'm surprised you know that, but its all fairly common knowledge.
Test me bitch. "Ask me any question." Dean was sure she was trying to trip him up but hey, there was nothing about this disease he didn't know. He knew the statistics, complications, and all the ins and outs. When she was done, he resisted the urge to smirk because he knew what was coming next.
"Okay, you've done some reading but tomorrow I want to see some written notes and research and a rough outline of your poster board.
"Sure," Dean agreed even though he had no intentions of doing so. He was glad to hear the bell and he took off before she could say another word.
He was going to have make something up. His dad wasn't due back and he was already at two strikes with her. One more and she would want to see him. He couldn't fake his whole dad. But he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to remember. He'd be getting no sleep tonight because of the extra work but also the memories this whole crappy project was stirring up.
He detoured to the library and picked up some books on the topic. He didn't need them for info just references. He could already feel his stomach starting to hurt.
His therapist at the...clinic told him he had a nervous stomach and it acted up in times of high stress. He was surprised he wasn't in constant agony, although it had been acting up more lately.
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After a horrific shift at work he finally made it home. Sam was still in a pissy mood because of the money for his project and hadn't done any of the chores Dean asked him to do. He'd had to clean up because even though he doubted it, their dad could come home unexpectedly. It was like went out of his way to make things messy.
Dean sucked up his pride and called Bobby. He knew he'd catch hell from his dad when Bobby tore a strip off him for it, but he couldn't be bothered figuring out the money. Bobby agreed to pay the two bills. So that was taken care of.
He finally sat down to homework and as predicted he was having trouble concentrating. He was right and all the memories of the two weeks he spent in a psych ward being treated for Anorexia assaulted him from all directions.
Dean Winchester, eldest son of John and Mary Winchester, badass hunter in training had a disease that was commonly associated with teenage girls.
TBC
Authors note: Sorry this took so long. I must have rewrote the conversation between Dean and Cas about 5 times. I'm a destiel fan and it coming across as a little to romantic or one that was had by two teenage girls. Finally, I just decided to go with it because I'm not sure I'll ever be completely happy with it. The same for the reveal of Dean's big secret. Since I didn't think I'd ever get it the way I want it, I decided to post as is.
Also next chapter there will be more details on what happened to Dean but I was wondering how detailed you all wanted it. Do you want Dean's memories as just part or would you like a more detailed chapter thats told more flashback style. Since I don't want to bore anyone I thought I would ask.
As always please leave my muse some feedback, she's shy and needs encouragement.