Children are afraid of the dark. Everyone knows that. They are scared of all the monsters hiden in the shadows, of thier sharp fangs, claws, long limbs slowly crawling from under thier beds when they flick the lights off.
But sometimes…sometimes, children learn that the worst monsters can have a face of normal human. And after this discovery, nothing that could be hidden in the dark seems to be really scary.
Dean learned that after his mom died,they moved to new house, and his father started to drink. Sometimes he just walked out the doors and didn’t come home for days. Sometimes when he came back, he was so drunk that he couldn’t even stand. Dean had to take care of everything. Of his little brother, of the house, of his always-drunk father. He always did everything the best he could. But sometimes it just wasn’t enough, sometimes he did something wrong. And that was when John got angry. So, very, very angry. He yelled, he cursed, sometimes he grabbed Dean’s shoulders a little too hard, leaving ugly, purple brusies on his pale skin. He never cried in front of his father, he knew that It would only make him furious. But when he was alone in his room, he allowed himself to sob quietly into his pillow. At one of evenings like this, he has met Him. First thing that he noticed - He wasn’t a human, He looked like one, but… The shadows near him were darker, liquid black that was moving, looking like a living creature. But that really doesn’t mean that He was scary.
He was more…. awkward standing in the middle of Dean’s room with His too big coat and crooked tie. You could even say that He actualy looked way more scared than Dean did. They looked at each other in silence for few long seconds. ’ I…I could read you. A book. If it would make you feel better’ His voice was low, a little rough. But there was a lot of warmth in it, and Dean decided that he likes it. ’…Sure’ The weird not-human man relaxed a little and picked up one of Dean’s books. Dean sat up on his bed, and hugged his pillow. ‘I’m Dean’ he said eventually, because it would be really rude not to introduce himself to someone who wanted to read him a story. ’ Castiel’ the man answered, sitting on the floor ’ It’s nice to meet you, Dean'
From that night, Castiel became a constant presence in his life. They talked mostly at night, because Cas felt really bad in the sunlight. But sometimes, when John was especially mean to Dean, he would made an exception and show up in the middle of the day, throwing something from the shelfs or turning on the tv, radio, and lights all at once. He helped Dean with his homework and taught him a lot of things about the stars, the universe, and the history of the Earth. Castiel always had the answers for all Dean’s questions. And he was always protecting him and Sammy. Like that one day…one day when John hit him.
And few hour later, he feel from the stairs, and broke his hand. Dean saw it. He saw how cold Castiel’s eyes were when he was looking at John lying on the floor. That was the first time when he was really scared of Cas. And he didn’t talk to him for a week after this incident. Because John was still his dad. And Cas couldn’t just hurt someone from his family like this.
His eyes were sad when he spoke to Dean for the first time after a week. 'I’m sorry Dean. I won’t do this again’. It was all that Dean needed to hear. Because Cas was family, too.
Children are afraid of the dark. Everyone knows that. And still, the monster living in the shadows was the one who became Dean’s best friend.
They first met when Dean was not even 5. When he leaved the house to live with his uncle Bobby with Sam at the age of 11, he manages to tell himself that Cas never was real. Just an imaginary friend . When his father dies 12 years later and he moves into his old house again, he expect all those bad memories to come back to him. But he never thought that when he wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, he would saw those familiar, icy-blue eyes looking at him with worry. He never thought that he will see that man agian, looking the same as he looked the first time Dean saw him. And for sure he never expected to hear that low, gravelly voice again.
’… Hello, Dean'
let me introduce you to my newest Destiel AU This was eating me for days, I had to do something with this story, so… what do you think? Should I continue this?