Recovery Chapter 2

Story: SupernaturalCharacters: Sam, Cas, GabrielWarnings: Swearing and mention of past abuseChapter 2-Scars

Cas was ecstatic when he discovered in study hall that he had been hired by the local bookstore. He and Gabe lived in a small apartment ever since their parents had kicked Gabe out when he told them he was bisexual, and he had taken Cas with him to avoid a similar fate for his little brother, since he’s gay. He was glad he finally got to help out, and that the bookstore hired sophomores. He knew that when his brother wasn’t at school, or making inappropriate jokes, he was working to pay off their rent, food, and clothing costs.

After study hall, he met up with Gabriel and told him about the job.

Gabe smiled. “About time!”

By the end of the day, Cas was exhausted. His teachers had piled him with homework, and he was not looking forward to competing it at all. Gabriel however, only had one worksheet to do. Of course. But something seemed to be bothering him.

“You okay, Gabe?” Cas asked on the way home. They didn't have a car.

“I’m okay, but there was this kid in my gym class, today, your age maybe? He’s new.”

“What about him?”

“I don’t know. He was so jumpy, and  today was the trust exercise day. Plus when we did the falls off the bleachers, they dropped him-”

“They did?” that didn’t happen often.

“Yeah, the kid’s so tall. But he panicked, not in the usual way you’d expect. He practically ran away, and was  pacing back and forth and looked terrified. It’s weird.”

Cas nodded in agreement. “Was it Sam Winchester?”

“How’d you know?”

“Meg has a class with him, and when his teacher asked about his home life, he started shaking and stuttering.”

Gabe felt his eyes go wide. “I’m going to talk to him tomorrow.”

After that, they arrived at the apartment and Cas began to cook as Gabriel grabbed a snack and headed off to work. After Cas finished eating, he wrapped the remaining food to eat later as leftovers. He did his homework and showered by the time his brother got home, and they said goodnight.

Nothing too exciting, at least until Cas’ phone started ringing.

Which Gabriel was not happy about since they shared a room, and Cas gave him a small smile before answering the phone, not even looking to see who was calling.

“Castiel.”

He froze. “Father?”

Gabriel looked up and joined Cas on his bed. He took the phone and snapped it closed before returning to his own bed. “Don’t answer him.”

“But-”

“He threw me out for being bisexual, Cas! Said I was going to hell. Maybe he still loves you and take you back, but only until he found out you were gay. Besides, if he wanted you back so badly, why hasn’t he done more than call?”

Cas nodded and went to sleep with tears pooling in his eyes, and although he couldn’t see, so did his brother.

They didn’t talk about their parents on the way to school, and walked a little further apart than they normally did.

Soon it was time for Gabriel to have gym class, and he found Sam as he left the locker room.

“Sam!” the boy in question looked around like he couldn't believe someone was calling his name.

“Yeah?”

Gabriel rocked back and forth, nervous. “I know this is kind of a personal question, but I’m worried.”

“About?”

“Well, there was the incident in gym yesterday, and then something in your AP WH class?”

Sam visibly stiffened. “What are you getting at, Gabriel?”

“Are...are you safe? At home?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “I’m okay, not that it’s any of your damn business.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sam sighed, but seemed to accept Gabriel’s apology. They were partners again, and had to perform more trust activities. Gabriel had to convince Sam that doing the assignments were better than failing for the day.

At the end of gym class, Sam ran into the locker room and whipped his shirt off just as Gabe arrived, ahead of the mob of boys behind him. He gasped, and Sam put his shirt on before turning to Gabe.

Sam’s back was covered in scars.

Sam knew it looked bad. John had pretty good aim with his beer bottles, and as a result both Winchesters had scars on their front and backs. It was rare that they were injured because of anything else. Of course, Gabe didn’t and couldn’t know any of this.

“What the fuck Sam?” Gabriel’s voice was laced with terror, but also anger as he pictured Sam’s back again.

“I-”

“What the fuck?” he repeated as the rest of the boys entered through the locker room doors. Sam finished changing and was out the door before anyone could stop him. All he said to Gabe was “Let me explain tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone”

When Cas asked Gabe how his talk with Sam went, all he got was a grunt in return. Cas didn’t push it.

Say Something Chapter One

Show:Sherlock
Characters: John, Sherlock
Chapter One-Reveal

Sherlock put his violin down and stared intently at the wall in front of him. He could hear John fiddle with papers behind him.

"Are we looking for a case today, Sherlock?" John asked.

Sherlock hesitated, sucking in a deep breath to look at his friend. "If you have something."

Hours later, they poured themselves in a case, and John knew Sherlock was getting frustrated with the whole thing. His face was tight with deep thought and his hands were pressed against the side of his head.

"Hey," the doctor said, abandoning his seat to walk toward Sherlock. "You should probably get some sleep, it's..." John checked his phone. "Two in the morning." he chuckled.

At the sound of John's voice, Sherlock visibly relaxed, his features becoming more calm and his voice softer. "You can. I'm going to stay up."

"Alright." John moved to his bedroom as Sherlock hung onto John's words.

He solved the case while John slept.

John and Sherlock's relationship was evolving, Sherlock could see. They grew closer, but he could see the nervousness John had begun to develop whenever he was alone with Sherlock. The detective didn't know how he should feel about this, but even he was aware of the small pit growing in his stomach, getting bigger every time John avoided him.

"Is something bothering you?" Sherlock managed to spit out one day when John was typing for that blog of his.

"What do you mean?" John said, tense.

"You avoiding me, and being so tense all the time, like now."

"No I'm not." he replied too quickly, and closed his eyes in defeat. "Okay, I'm tense, but it's nothing you need to worry about."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "Come here."

"What?" John's eyes grew.

"Are you deaf? Come here."

The pit grew again as John hesitated. Finally, he walked to where Sherlock was sitting.

"Please sit down."

He did.

"What's bothering you?" Sherlock tried again, his voice more firm than the first time.

John laughed softly. "Are you that blind?"

Sherlock blinked.

"You."

Recovery Chapter One

Show: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, John, Gabriel
Warnings: Swearing and memories and mentions of past abuse
Chapter One-Moving

Dean didn’t want to move in with Bobby.

All he wanted to do was take Sammy and run far, far away, escape from the hold John Winchester held on them, even in death. However, that wasn’t an option, according to Bobby, who insisted on them living with him. Graduate from his town’s school. Live in the same area until they were old enough to leave.

The second Dean turned eighteen, he was fighting to take Sam away from Bobby, and they were leaving. The brothers had the whole thing worked out, and it helped that Bobby was giving them jobs at his used car lot.

Another thing that bothered Dean was that Bobby was driving the Impala. It was easy to see the boys discomfort to anyone but John in the driver’s seat.

A few hours later, they pulled into Bobby’s driveway. Sam unfolded his long legs and Dean followed, walking into the unfamiliar house. They both ignored whatever Bobby was saying and went into their shared bedroom. Dean would start as a senior tomorrow, and Sam as a sophomore.

This wasn’t going to be fun.

Dean could see the nervousness and fear in Sam’s eyes as they walked the few blocks to school. They hadn’t stayed in one school for longer than a few weeks since Sam was in third grade. This was the first time in a while that what they did in school really mattered, the first time that friends would be an important tool. They could settle down, and Dean didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about it. Sam was excited to have friends, however. The older Winchester vowed to try for Sam, and to kick the ass of anyone who hurt his brother.

Once they arrived at the school, they went their separate ways to class. Dean signed up for easy classes since he has no intention of going to college. So Public Speaking it was. His teacher introduced him to the rest of the class, and then found an empty seat in the back of the room.

Someone nudged Dean, and he turned toward a guy with a lollipop in his mouth and another one stretched toward Dean. “Want one?”

“Umm...no.”

The boy shrugged and turned back to the teacher. Dean rolled his eyes and wondered what Sammy was and how he was doing. The boy was a nervous wreck and had always been jumpy as hell, so, probably not doing too well.

He met up with Sam at lunch, sitting alone at a table. Dean was right-Sam hadn’t talked to anyone during class and when a teacher asked him about his home life Sam started shaking and stuttering.

“I’m gonna fucking kill your teacher.” Dean muttered. “Which class was it?”

“AP World History.”

“Expect a sub tomorrow.”

Sam snorted and finished the salad he was eating. “Don’t harm my teachers. She didn’t know. No one but us. I mean, Bobby has suspicions, but...he’s not sure.”

“Let’s keep it that way.”

They stayed silent after that.

Sam had gym after lunch, something he really wasn’t looking forward to, but was needed to graduate. He walked into the locker room and panic flared in his stomach. There was no privacy, and no way to conceal the many scars on his back and chest. He swallowed and went to the very back, trying to think of a way to get this over with before anyone sees him. He hurriedly switched shirts and pants before running out into the gym. His gym teacher seemed nice enough and told him that they were doing partner work today. He ended up paired with someone named Gabriel, whose lips were blue, probably due to some sort of candy.

“Hello.” Sam said.

“You’re fucking tall.” was Gabriel’s response. He was rather short.

Sam cracked a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

For the class, they were supposed to be working on trust. Things like trust falls and doing activities with one or both of them blindfolded. Sam frowned as the falling section began. “Are you going to be able to even catch me?”

“We’ll see?”

Sam sighed. Gabriel went first, and Sam caught him easily, and them Gabriel caught Sam. It was a little nerve racking, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Until the teacher decided to step it up a notch and had someone fall into a group of people from the bleachers. Everybody had to fall. Gabriel went first, and so far everyone who went was fine. But Sam was the tallest in the cass (no surprise there) and his stomach twisted at the thought of trusting so many strangers. A feeling of dread ate away at his stomach.

And he was right. Since he was so big, the eight people with the jobs to catch him stumbled, and Sam fell to the floor.

“Sam, get out here!” John called from the kitchen. Dean wasn’t home, since he got a detention for swearing or something. Sam approached his father hesitantly.

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you break this plate?” John was holding up a shattered plate, and Sam winced. He had thrown it out, hoping his father was drunk enough not to notice.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

John put the plate down and calmly walked towards Sam, who knew better than to try and escape. John rammed into his son’s shoulder, causing Sam to fall backwards and hit his head on the radiator. He stayed there long after John left, watching the lights flicker on the ceiling as pain spread throughout him.

Sam blinked, and could see Gabriel kneeling beside him. Panic clawed at him, and he sat up like he had been jerked by an invisible string. He wasn’t hurt, so he stood and went to the other side of the gym. Gabriel followed as Sam paced back and forth, trying to calm himself down from the memory.

It really wasn’t that bad of  night. John had simply pushed Sam to the floor without the usual drunken shouts or thrown beer bottles, so he wasn’t sure why this memory was freaking him out so much.

“You okay?” Gabriel asked.

“Fine.” Sam stopped pacing. Just a little shocked they dropped me.”

“That’s cause you’re a giant.”

“Guess so.”

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