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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      cas_is_a_dirty_babysitter, First_Time, Human_Castiel, dub-con, dean_is
      thirteen, cherry_pickin', Chan
  Series:
      Part 4 of Prompts
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-29 Words: 2960
****** Saving Grace ******
by deanvspanties
Summary
     Prompt: Dean is supposed to be watched by the Novaks while his family
     is out of town but only Cas, who is back from college for break, is
     home. And instead of watching the young teen Cas ends up bending Dean
     over the couch and taking his virginity.
Dean watched as the Impala pealed out of the cul-de-sac, waving halfheartedly
as his dad drove away. John said he was going on a hunt but Dean had long since
come to terms with the fact that that was his euphemism for drinking himself
stupid. Ever since his mom died that had always been the case. For five years
now it was the same story.
Dean turned around to face the typical suburban house that was becoming so
familiar. He walked up to it and rang the bell, hoping Mr and Mrs. Novak
wouldn’t be mad that his dad hadn’t even hadn’t even called first. They were so
used to watching Dean that they didn’t usually give stuff like that a second
thought, but who knew? The disapproving glares directed at John whenever he
decided to come back were telling and even at only thirteen years old, Dean
knew people had limits.
It was okay though. Dean liked staying with the Novaks. They didn’t mind
sharing their meals and they were nothing but decentto him even though they had
no reason to be.
Also their son was nice.
The door opened and he was greeted with the handsome face of Castiel Novak.
Twenty years old and brilliant, Dean was sure he was going to college be a
lawyer or something. He was so smart and so nice.  He never had anything
negative to say about anyone and his energy seemed to radiate like the sun.
Castiel smiled wide and pulled Dean in, hugging him tightly. He didn’t ask any
questions, just welcomed Dean with open arms and Dean felt like he was the
luckiest kid in the world to have such a good friend.
“Hey Dean! Do you want to see my new pet iguana? I named him Chester and he
looks like you!” Dean pouted, smacking the older boy and chasing after him.
“He does not!”
“How do you know? You haven’t even met him yet!”
“Because!” Castiel smirked, picking up Dean and tucking him under his arm like
a football and strolling down the path to his room.
The Novak’s house was big.
Mr. and Mrs. Novak slept upstairs while Castiel’s room was on the main floor.
They past the huge dining room with a table that sat ten and the living room
that was basically bigger than his and his dad’s apartment.
“Where’s your mom and dad?” Dean asked as they entered Castiel’s room. The
young man tossed Dean onto the bed and moved over to a giant tank. Dean
squinted, trying to find the iguana but he didn’t see it until Castiel picked
it up. It blended in with so many of the plants and stuff in there. Castiel
grinned, bringing “Chester” over and sitting on the bed with Dean. Dean
narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the creature and it blinked back at him,
weird eyes moving all over.
“They’re on a business trip in Louisiana and I’m on summer break.” He held up
the reptile to Dean’s face. “Come on, you can pet him. He doesn’t bite. He may
lick you, though if you taste like flies.” Dean scrunched up his face.
“I don’t taste like flies, Cas.” Castiel set the iguana aside.
“Are you sure about that?”
“I’m sure!” Castiel looked at him thoughtfully.
“Then you won’t mind if I’m the judge of that?”
“What?” Suddenly Castiel leaned in and licked a long stripe up his neck. Dean
scrunched up his face, feeling his belly tingle a bit and he giggled, pushing
Cas away. “Hey! Come on stop.” Castiel was licking his neck all over and it
tickled. “Haha… Cas! I’m not a kid, you know!”
“You’re not, are you?”
“I’m not!” Dean said smugly. “I just turned thirteen.” Castiel looked at him
sternly.
“Yes that’s very grown up.”
“I know.”
“Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind watching a grown up movie?!” Dean’s eyes
widened.
“Fight club?!”   Dean jumped up and down in excitement and Castiel laughed,
stroking Dean’s hair fondly.
“I knew you’d pick that one.”
::
They watched fight club on the Novak’s big screen. Dean knew most of his
friends at school had already seen this movie but Dean was never allowed to
hang out with his friends so he was a little behind. He hadn’t even seen Friday
the 13th. Although that one he hadn’t seen by choice. Nobody knew it, but he
was actually really scared of scary movies like that. He could handle any kind
of action movies, though and Fight Club was proving to be perfect. It was
really good!
Castiel turned off the DVD player and turned to Dean, smiling.
“Okay, adult movie watched. What else does Mr. Grown up want to do?”
“What other things do adults do?” Dean asked.
“Well they do all sorts of things. Do you want to try something really adult,
Dean?”
“Yeah!” Cas scooted closer, pulling Dean close next to him so that they were
pressed together. Dean shivered, feeling Cas nuzzle into his hair, breathing in
his scent.
“Cas?”
“You’re so cute, Dean. Have you ever been kissed?” Dean blushed, shaking his
head.
“Girls are gross.”
“Do you want to try it with me, instead?” Dean felt his stomach start to
flutter as he thought about it because yes… He wanted Castiel to kiss him. He
nodded and not a second laterCas was pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Dean
felt heat bloom in his face because this was his first kiss ever and Cas was
giving it to him.  Castiel pulled back. “Mmm, Dean. You’re so cute.” Castiel
went onto his knees, hovering over Dean as he claimed his lips again, this time
more insistent, opening his mouth and kissing and sucking and it was making
Dean so hot. His stomach was fluttering so much and he felt heat gathering in
his belly pushing downwards… Dean moaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut
when he felt Cas’s tongue press inside, finding the boys tongue and licking it
softly. Cas pulled back. “So sweet. Your face is all red.” Dean ignored the
pressure building in his pants and mustered up a glare.
“Y-You kissed me!” Castiel kissed him again, licking his tongue and sucking on
it, nipping at Dean’s lips.
“You liked it.”
“No way!” Dean protested, but Cas smirked, hand digging down between them until
he grabbed Dean’s dick.
“Your dick is hard. That means you liked it.” Dean blushed impossibly redder
and looked away. Cas bit his lip, looking away too, his fingers pressing gently
against Dean’s dick, rubbing it through his shorts and Dean squirmed, trying
not to push up into the touch. “I bet I can make you feel really good, Dean.”
Dean blushed as Cas started undoing his jeans, pushing his hands inside and
rubbing him through his boxers. “You’re so hard already. You want me to touch
you don’t you?” Dean bit his lip, pressing up into Cas’s hand.
“It feels weird…” Cas opened his mouth, panting slightly.
“Haven’t you ever touched yourself?” Dean shook his head, blushing because he
knew his friends did it all the time but he didn’t want to. After the time he
woke up with white stuff all over his sheets, he’d been freaked out. It was
weird.
“Why would I do that?” Cas smiled, laughing.
“So cute…”
“Stop calling me that…”
“I guess I’ll have to show you.” Cas was kissing him again, licking into his
mouth as his hand found it’s way into Dean’s boxers, touching him gently. Dean
bit his lip but the whimpers came out anyways. It felt so good The butterflies
in his tummy were going crazy and the heat down there was building. He wrapped
his arms around Cas’s neck as the man touched him, wrapping his big hands
around his dick and stroking it firmly. Cas used his other hand to pull down
Dean’s pants and start squeezing his butt. Dean cried out, the sound being
swallowed by Cas as he was kissed. He felt Cas’s thumb rub between his balls as
the rest of his hand touched him, squeezing the tip of his dick.
“C-Cas I’m gonna explode…”
“It’s okay, Dean just let it go…” The heat that was tightening in his belly
seemed to snap and Dean started to cry, his penis was on fire and Cas kept
rubbing and rubbing… And then it went white.
“Ah! Ah… C-Cas!” The heat seemed to shoot out the tip of his dick and he
cracked an eyelid, watching as the white stuff came out. It felt so good. Like
all the answers were found in that moment. Was that the stuff they used to make
babies? Cas was rubbing him, getting it all out and mumbling things likeSuch a
good boy and so cute. Dean slumped back and Cas was kissing him again, this
time he felt something hard rubbing against him and he noticed that Cas was
moving his hips. Was that Cas’s dick? It was so big!
“Dean I want to have sex with you. I think you’re grown up enough to handle
it.” Dean narrowed his eyes.
“Sex?” Dean knew what it was… He’d just had sex ed in sixth grade but he never
imagined he would be able to do it for a very long time. “Only girls and guys
can do that.” Castiel smiled.
“Well that’s not necessarily true. I have sex with guys.” Dean blinked.
“Really? You’ve had sex, Cas?” Cas nodded. Dean supposed he shouldn’t be
surprised. Cas was twenty and has been an adult for a long time now.
Of course he’d had sex…
“W-What’s it like?” He asked, blushing a bit at the thought of Cas having sex.
Cas smiled.
“It’s a lot of fun, Dean. Would you like to try it?” Dean felt his face get
hotter.
“W-With you?!” Cas nodded. Dean gripped the cushions in his hands because he
could have sex right now… But Cas was a guy, right? How would it even work?
“Um… Okay. How do we do it?” Cas smirked and pulled Dean’s jeans off the rest
of the way. His dick was soft now and he saw all the white stuff splattered
everywhere. Cas dipped his finger into it, scooping it up and trailing it down
behind his balls.
Dean squeaked when he felt that warm coated finger on his butthole.
“C-Cas!” Castiel shushed him, kissing him softly before pulling back.
“It’s okay, Dean. It’s only going to hurt a little bit and then it’ll feel
good. I promise.” Dean bit back a yell as Cas’s finger pushed inside. It hurt
a lot!
“Ow! Cas that’s dirty!” Cas shushed him again, swallowing his complaints with
kisses, his other hand gently rubbing his dick.
“This is how boys do it. It’s okay. You’re so tight, though.” Cas pushed deeper
and it felt so weird feeling something wiggling around inside his butt. “So
cute and tight…” Cas groaned and Dean could feel Cas’s dick thrusting against
his leg again. “I want to be inside of you so badly…”
“Y-You mean your d-dick?” Dean said between whimpers. It hurt even more when
Cas added a second finger but Dean tried not to cry out too much. He was crying
though, he knew that.
“Yes.”
“It’s not gonna fit!” Dean complained. Cas chuckled.
“It will, I promise.” Dean looked at him suspiciously but figured Cas wouldn’t
lie to him. He trusted Cas. Dean kissed him then, earning a surprised sound
from Cas before the young man started kissing him back. He pulled back and
smiled, looking into Dean’s bright green eyes with his deep blue ones as he
stuck a third and very painful finger inside of him. Dean was crying now but
the pain was dulled by how Cas was rubbing his dick. “I love you Dean.”
“Y-You love me?”
“Of course,” He laughed, kissing Dean again. “Don’t you love me?” Dean nodded.
“I do!”
“Then we’re boyfriends, okay? This is what boyfriends do and I would neverhurt
my boyfriend.” Dean bit his lip because Cas was his boyfriend. He blushed,
feeling his stomach flutter a bit before he cried out, Cas’s fingers striking
something deep inside of him.
“Wh-What is that?” Cas grinned wider.
“That’s your cum button,” Cas said, pressing on it gently and making Dean cry
out. He could feel his dick getting hard again instantly and it felt so good.
“This is why boys can have sex here and it still feels good.” Dean nodded. He
knew Cas was telling the truth. Cas smiled, kissing Dean again. He pulled his
fingers out, moving up and Dean felt something hot and hard press against his
hole.
“Mmm Dean…” Castiel pulled his legs up and Dean screamed as he pushed in. It
hurt it hurt it hurt!
“C-Cas it hurts!” Cas was hushing him again, stilling his hips as he gave Dean
time to adjust.
“I know, baby. We’ll take it slow. It’s okay. You just really need to relax,
alright? Trust me.” Dean nodded because he did trust Cas. Cas would make it
alright. He wiped away his tears and tried his hardest to relax. Cas was
kissing him again, rubbing his now really soft dick gently and Dean moaned,
feeling the tension leave him because it felt good to kiss Cas like this.
“That’s right, good boy.” Dean blushed because he really wanted to make Cas
feel good too.
“Y-You can move again, okay?” Cas nodded, pushing forward a bit and Dean stayed
relaxed as that big dick pushed deeper inside of him. This time he didn’t stop
until it was buried all the way inside and Dean felt so full. Cas was all the
way in him and Dean had to admit it was kind of exciting. It kind of felt good
and he blushed. Cas’s face was pretty too. His blue eyes were dark and he was
panting, sweat on his forehead and Dean imagined he was trying his hardest not
to go too fast with him.
“Dean are you okay?” Dean smiled, feeling a tear slip down his face but this
time it wasn’t because it hurt. He just felt so happy. He was making Cas feel
good and Cas loved him.
“Y-Yeah, Cas. I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” Cas smiled, biting his lip
before kissing him again.
“You’re so strong, Dean. I love you so much. It feels so good inside of you.
It’s so tight like it’s sucking on me… I love it.”
“It feels good, Cas?”
“So good, Dean. You make me feel so good.” Dean cried out as Cas started
moving, thrusting slowly in and out. It was so deep and so much inside of him.
It felt so good and Dean didn’t know what to do. His dick was so hard and he
wanted Cas to touch it again. He wanted—
“Ah!” Cas hit that spot. His cum button. Dean’s entire body jerked and Cas
laughed, hitting it again. “Mmm… Cas! It feels good…”
“You like it, Dean?” Dean nodded, feeling more tears escape his eyes because he
couldn’t help it. It felt so good.
“I love it…”
“I’m fucking you right now, Dean. That’s what adults call it.”
“Fucking?” Cas groaned, sucking on Dean’s neck for a bit.
“Mm yes fucking. Fucking your sweet little hole. So cute…  Feels so good,
Dean.” Dean blushed, feeling his eyes roll back into his head as Cas hit that
spot again.
“I-I like it. I like it when you fuck me, Cas. It feels good.”
“I told you it would.” Cas thrust deeper then, harder, faster and Dean moaned,
feeling like Cas’s dick was pressed up against his tummy inside.
“It’s so deep.”Dean commented, panting hard as Cas thrust deep in and out. Cas
was groaning, his voice deep and husky as he moved.
“Dean you’re going to make me come…”
“Your white stuff is gonna come out?” Cas groaned into his neck, jerking his
cock in and out of Dean’s tight heat.
“Y-Yeah.” Cas grabbed Dean’s dick then, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Come with me Dean…” Dean bit his lip, sounds tearing from his throat as Cas
kissed him, moaning too. With every stroke of Cas’s hand it brought him closer
and closer and Dean knew that feeling. He was going to explode. He was going
to come. Castiel stilled, burying himself deep inside of Dean and cried out,
filling Dean’s ass with warmth and Dean realized his white stuff was coming out
and that set him off.
He came with a shout, clutching onto Cas as he was lifted higher than ever. He
knew he was making a mess of Cas’s couch but he didn’t care. It felt so good
and Cas kissed him again as they calmed down, chests rising and falling with
each labored breath.
“Dean you’re so cute. I love you.” Dean pouted.
“Stop calling me that, stupid!” But Dean mumbled I love you too before kissing
Cas, his boyfriend, fully on the lips.
::
The day John came to pick him up, Cas promised him that when he graduated in
two years, Dean would be able to move in with him. He would go to to school and
he wouldn’t have to deal with John’s crap anymore. Dean deserved better than
that and Dean believed him. Cas loved him and though he loved his dad, he knew
Cas would take care of him better. He was sad to leave Cas, knowing the man
would be going back to college but he had hope now. He knew he’d see him again
on Christmas break and they’d be together someday a little more permanently.
That’s what kept Dean’s hopes up. That would be his saving Grace.
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so not what his body was use to. He survived off of stale ramen and shitty
sandwiches for nearly all of his life.
When it was finally too much and his body started to reject the food, lock
cupped a hand to his mouth. He stared down, trying to will himself not to blow
chunks in front of his temporary new family. Barrel could tell what was
happening before lock started to slow his eating. He'd forgotten to tell his
mom to take it down on the portion sizes, and now lock was going to puke his
guts out because of it. His parents seemed to notice. They stopped their
conversation about boring adult stuff immediately.
"Lock, are you okay?" The sugary voice that he heard had to have come from
barrels mom. He gently shook his head. Bile was steadily rising in his throat
and he couldn't fight this for much longer. "Do you need the bathroom?" Louis
asked. Lock nodded and then wished he hadn't. His stomach did a flip and soon
barrel was practically running him to the bathroom.
All of his stomachs contents spilled into the toilet. He dry heaved when
nothing else came up, tears streaking down his cheeks. He hated puking. He
hated things in his throat, hated having to hunch over a toilet seat and hurl
until he passed out.
Barrel placed a comforting hand on locks back. He used his other hand to sweep
the cherry red hair from locks eyes again. He smiled when he saw that lock had
two very extreme cowlicks right above his temple. They stuck out like little
horns, barrel smiled. He was brought back to reality when lock hurled again. He
was sobbing by this time. His cheeks were blotchy and shiny with tears.
Once they'd managed to get some kind of medicine in his system and some off
brand crackers into his stomach, lock looked better. Barrel still kept close,
refusing to let lock be alone unless he had to go to the bathroom.
Lock smiled weakly when barrel tucked him into the fuzzy blankets. Today has
been a long day, he wanted nothing more than to sleep and wake up as if
everything that'd been happening to his was a bad dream.
***** Five *****
Chapter Summary
     Five
Later that night lock woke up shaking. He'd dreamed of his dad, that he was
still at his old mine and that the camera was back. But this time barrel was
there to, and he had joined in with his dad. Lock slipped from the soft, warm
blankets and stepped to the floor. He'd forgotten about the socks, they did
hardly anything to block out the cold anyway.
He was about to step up onto the ladder leading to barrels bunk but stopped, he
didn't know if he was allowed to do this. He didn't know if he was allowed to
sleep in barrels bed and seek comfort in him. Biting his cheek, lock climbed
up. Barrel was sprawled on his back, one arm across his stomach and the other
tucked under his pillow. The blankets were half off and his pajama pants had
slipped down enough so that his boxers showed. Lock smiled at the design,
little multicolored candies were printed on in a random pattern.
He carefully moved so that he could curl up against barrels side without waking
him. Lock had to freeze a few times to avoid rising the sleeping boy but he
made it soon enough. Barrel was warm, lock them understood why the blanket was
half off, barrel radiated to much heat that lock would have pulled away had he
not been permanently freezing cold.
Barrel woke before lock did, he tried to move to his side but something was
stopping him. Turning his head either way, barrel smiled at the sight. Lock was
snuggled up to him, his hair messy and his little fingers grabbing onto barrels
shirt.
As much as it hurt his heart to do so, barrel detached himself from the still
sleeping boy, he just really had to pee and his mouth tasted horrible. He was
fast and quiet when he maneuvered off the bed. His feet padded lightly against
the floor, grateful that they had carpet and not hardwood.
Lock woke to an empty bed. He tried to look around and see where barrel went
but he just want there anymore. Now he was starting to panic. Had he upset
barrel by sleeping in his bed? Was barrel telling his dad how disgusting he was
at that very moment? Lock tried to will the thoughts from his head but they
wouldn't leave.
He climbed down the ladder, now intent on finding where barrel went. He first
checked the hall, poking his head out from the doorframe. No one was there. He
walked oto the dining room but not even barrels parents were there. Now fearing
that everyone had left him, he wandered back down the hall to the room that he
was supposed to be sharing with barrel. Silent tears were pricking in his eyes,
he just wanted to be loved. Was that to much to ask for?
He bumped into something hard and almost screamed. Looking up quickly, he saw
that he'd run into barrel. "Did you forget where the bathroom was?" He asked.
Lock shook his head, ducking in down so that barrel wouldn't see that he'd been
crying. "Well you've still gotta brush your teeth, that's a house rule." Barrel
laughed. He offered a hand and lock gladly took it.
***** Six *****
Chapter Summary
     Six
The rest of the day went better. Lock found out that it was a Friday, and
barrel was on his summer break. "Mom and dad are at work, mom usually gets back
at 5 and dad comes in around 7." Lock nodded. He felt odd calling barrels
parents anything other than barrels parents. Surly they wouldn't want to have
him as a son?
They watched television for awhile. Lock let barrel pick all of the shows
because really, he didn't know anything other than black and white horror
movies. "Oh, I forget to tell you but my cousin is supposed to come and stay
with us for awhile. She's coming next week," barrel said after an episode of
some strange kids show. Lock nodded. He'd taken his pen and pad with him.
'What's her name?' He wrote. "Her name is Suzy but she hates anyone who callers
her that so we all just call her shock." Lock nodded. 'Is she nice?' He really
didn't want to meet another person for a long time. It was hard trying to get
use to a full house of love. "She's decent. Kinda like a cat really. If you
don't bother her and let her come up to you first then she's pretty cool. But
if you go up to her first, she'll just hate you until she's ready to know you."
Barrel explained. He seemed so calm about the whole situation. Lock was happy
to let barrel do the talking.
Barrels mom came home, said hi to the boys and then went to shower. Lock
wondered how she did it. How she didn't yell at him or call him names. The only
memories he had if a mother were from when he was 5. She always hit him. His
dad would laugh and neither of them would comfort him afterwords. Lock could
remember his parents fighting and he heard a loud bang. When he went out to see
what was wrong, his mom was laying in a pool of her own blood and his dad was
holding a gun. Lock went back to his room and cried for the rest of the night.
His dad told him that she went off on her own with another family and that she
didn't want lock anymore. He just cried more.
Barrel for up from the couch and in doing so dragged lock back to reality. "Do
you want anything to eat?" He asked. Lock shook his head. Barrel frowned. "You
haven't eaten all day, you need something," he tried. Lock just shook his head
again. He didn't want to puke anymore.
Barrel came back with a bag of popcorn and two water bottles in his hands. "I
made the choice for you. Popcorn shouldn't do anything to bad, and it's low on
pretty much everything so it shouldn't make you get sick." He handed lock a
bottle and slid back under the blanket, putting the bag between them, almost
crushing it with the closeness.
Lock decided to try it after another episode and a rather painful lurch from
his stomach. It was salty, but he supposed that's why he had such a big bottle
of water. It did taste good, and he trusted barrel enough to not lie about it
hurting him at all. He only took one piece at a time, not wanting to take it
all from barrel. "You can take as much as you want you know, we still have a
lot in the cabinet," barrel said after he'd seen how little lock was taking.
Lock jumped at the suddenness of barrels voice. He looked slightly guilty as he
took a handful. Realizing that barrel wasn't going to yell at him for eating,
he took another.
Soon their hands scraped the bottom of the bag and their water bottles were
nearly empty. Lock wasn't quite use to having his stomach full of something
that wasn't stale or rotten, or even getting the recommended amount of water in
his system. He scribbled down a small, 'where's the bathroom?' And passed the
paper over to barrel. He looked confused. "Are you sick?" Lock shook his head,
he really didn't want to have to write it down. "Wait you have to pee, don't
you?" Barrel said with an edge of laughter. Lock nodded, his cheeks flushed
with embarrassment. "Just follow me, we have two bathrooms here, the on
difference is that the first one has a shower." Lock nodded and let barrel drag
him by the hand.
Barrels mom had her hair wrapped in a towel, as much as he tried to figure it
out he just couldn't. She seemed to notice him staring while she was typing
away on her computer. Barrel was busy trying to get candy inside the house.
"Confused about how it stays?" She asked with humor in her voice. Lock jumped
and looked away. He didn't think she would've noticed that he was staring.
"It's okay, sweety, barrel doesn't understand it either." She said with a sad
smile. Lock watcher her take the towel down, her hair was a dark brown and
looked like it would've been wavy if it was dried. "This is what I do," she
explained. She leaned so that her head was tilted down and all of her hair was
dangling in front of her. She then wrapped her head in the fabric and lifted
her head up, twirling the towel so that it would stay. Lock watched in wonder.
He was suddenly grateful for his short and choppy hair.
Barrel came back a few minutes later with an excited dog jumping up and down,
trying to lick his face. "Was she giving you trouble?" His mom asked with a
laugh. Barrel did his best to nod, not opening his mouth so he wouldn't swap
spit with his pet. Lock almost ran from the room. With a name like candy, he
expected a small dog with fluffy, shaggy fur. Candy was not at all in his idea
of a dog with her name. She was almost as tall as him, granted he was quite
small for an 11 year old. She was speckled with black, white, and grey. Her fur
was short and sleek, she looked nothing like a 'candy.'
Barrel had to drag her over to lock. Candy seemed to understand lock
immediately, she calmed down in an instant. She paced slowly up to him, ears
relaxed and nose twitching. She gently poked him with her snout and lock
reached a testing hand out to pet her. She tilted her head up and nudged him
further along. Soon candy was sitting on the couch with the boys, laying across
the both of them. She wasn't a acting crazy anymore, something about lock had
to have tamed her down.
***** Seven *****
Chapter Summary
     Seven
It had been nearly five days of living with barrel before he managed to get the
family's schedule down. Barrel woke up at 9 or 10 in the morning, he'd wake
lock up an hour later and they would watch the tv for awhile. Barrels mom
always came home at 5:15 and his dad came home at 7:20 or 7:30 if he stopped to
pick something up. They'd eat dinner as soon as his dad came home, it was
lights out for the boys at 9 and they were expected to be asleep by no later
than 12. Breakfast was a free for all, there was usually nothing home made or
out and ready. Lunch was either pizza ordered by barrels parents or set out of
the counter for the boys. Dinner was always something home made.
Lock started to relax as the time passed. He felt like he could get use to
this. Forgetting that barrels cousin would be coming that day, he just wore his
only pajama pants and a pair of socks. Barrels parents promised to take him out
shopping for cloths the next day and he was grateful that they even considered
that.
He was smiling and throwing a ball around for candy to play with while barrel
was trying to draw her. "Why can't she just stay still? I'm trying to make her
pretty!" Barrel groaned with a sign. Lock smiled and gave a half raspy laugh.
His throat was healing, he still didn't have a clue as to why it hurt like it
did.
A loud knock on the door made lock jump and candy start barking. The person
outside didn't wait for an answer but just burst in. "Barrel! I'm here!" She
yelled lock stood frozen on his feet. The girl who just walked in looked about
a year older than barrel, she had wispy black hair and an aura of power. Barrel
ran to welcome her in, he assumed that lock would do the same. When barrel saw
that lock was standing there, still shirtless and in a pair of shocks old
pajama pants, he jerked his head to the hall, hoping that lock would take the
hint and that shock wouldn't notice. He was lucky in the sense that shock was
to focused on candy and that lock was a fast runner.
Lock stayed in the room just hiding. He didn't know if shock was okay to
approach and he was taking barrel literally. He'd avoid her until she came up
to him.
Barrel came in later to tell lock that he was okay to come out, and that shock
wouldn't hurt him. He grabbed locks hand and slowly walked back down the hall
with him. "Hey, shock, this is lock. He's been living here for about a week and
he's actually staying permanently." Barrel introduced when they'd stepped out
of the hall enough to see her sitting on the couch letting candy jump all over
her. "Is he cool?" She asked, eyeing lock up and down. "Yeah, he's pretty cool,
but he can't talk yet cause his throat is messed up but he should be able to
soon." Lock was shifting glances barrel, he hated being stared at.
Shock wound up pulling him to sit next to her. Lock tensed up and refused to
look at her. "You're cute, ya know," she said after awhile of locks behavior.
Lock moved away from her in the slightest. He really didn't want her to do this
here and now. "Shock leave him alone. He's been through some bad stuff," barrel
yelled from the kitchen. "But he's so cute, barrel! I just wanna squish him!"
With that she threw her arms around locks neck and yanked him down to the
floor. Pure terror flooded into locks blood. He made himself completely limp.
If she was going to hurt him then she could do it with out a problem. "Why
aren't you fighting back? Come on I called you cute! You're supposed to wrestle
with me and kiss my cheek! All boys do!" Lock didn't move from his position on
the floor. Barrel ran out of the kitchen at her words.
He'd picked lock off of the ground and placed him into the couch without saying
a word. "Shock you don't do that to him." He said after a moment. She looked
confused, "say he's cute?" "Well that and pull him to the ground and stuff, he
won't play like we do." She looked angry at his words. "What? Does he think
he's better than us?!" She screamed. Barrel moved to cover lock from her.
"Shock he's been through some bad stuff." Barrels voice was bordered on sorrow
but he managed to keep an unusual edge of seriousness. "Lock I'm going to tell
her." He said and smoothed locks hair out from his eyes again. "Shock come with
me." And with that they both walked down the hall, leaving lock laying on the
couch.
He could hear them from across the house. "When he was 7, his dad started
raping him, shock. You can't just pull him to the ground and have him laugh and
join in. He was abused, to, by his mom and dad but his mom died before his dad
started doing all of that." He had to give him some props, he'd pretty much
nailed it. "So why can't I call him cute still?" She seemed mildly offended.
"That's what his dad would say. He use to call him cute and pretty before he
raped him, I know it's hard to understand but it's harder for him to live
through," barrels voice had a firm sadness to it. "So I can't touch him or
compliment him?" She seemed annoyed with it all. "Just be easy with him for
awhile. He's scared. He's been here a week and he's hardly gotten use to
anything. Be nice to him. I know you want to hate him for all of this but he's
too hard to hate this time. Give him a chance to get use to you is all."
Shock came down the hall looking annoyed. "I'm sorry I scared you." Her words
seems to drip with venom. She glared at him until she noticed that candy was
sitting calmly on the couch with him. Her ears perked up and her nose
twitching. For a dog like her, her personality was much too sweet. But breeds
like Great Danes could look so scary. Candy was the hardest dog to anger that
shock had ever seen. Right now she could guess, candy was about to be angry.
Barrel came out to tell the two that his mom would be back at 3 instead of her
usually time. Lock praised whatever God was up there.
***** Eight *****
Chapter Summary
     Eight
It was lights out and lock was cuddling with barrel again. He couldn't sleep on
his own no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't sleep in his own bed if he
wanted to, shock was snoring away under his covers.
Barrel remained a constant heater throughout the night. His body was pressed
against locks and for once in his life it didn't feel weird to have someone
touching him. It felt right to have so much contact. To have barrels arm looped
around his waist and to have their bodies to match up like puzzle pieces. It
felt good to be loved. Lock was slowly finding all of this out, and the more he
discovered, the more he craved affection.
Barrel came to wake him with a plate full of toast, jelly, jam, and butter. He
hopped on the bed and gently shook lock awake as always, using the same quiet
and reassuring tone that one might use when talking to a scared puppy. Lock
always had an odd way of waking up. He'd roll over, face down and take the
covers off. Barrel would always prod him in the side until he rolled over again
and reached for something that wasn't there. He'd open his eyes, see that it
was barrel, then get up with a smile to brush his teeth. Barrel never took
notice to it until lock asked him if he still did that. Barrel had told him
yes, not knowing what it meant. Lock his his face in his hands and refused to
leave the room for the day.
The next day barrel found out that his dad had pretty much trained him to do
that. He took the covers off and rolled over so his dad could have his way, and
if he didn't want it that way he'd make lock give him a hand job. Barrel didn't
prod his side in the mornings anymore. He just grabbed and held locks and while
waking him.
Things got easier as time went on. Barrel found out that locks favorite color
was red. He made sure that lock was in the shower before he asked his mom to
make him a red onsie. She smiled and told him they'd go to the store the next
day. Barrel bounded back to his room with a happy grin plastered onto his
cheeks. He noticed that he'd been smiling more often now. Maybe he and lock
were changing each other for the better, maybe this really could be a good way
for them to both grow up.
Lock always had a habit of covering as much of himself as he could with his
towel. It didn't matter if no one was in the room, he just hated being to
exposed. Barrel could catch snippets of bones and pale skin stretched to no
end. Shock had to have seen it to, she just kept the same silence that barrel
did and pushed more food onto his plate.
Every day meal time was a struggle for lock. He wasn't use to getting three
meals a day, and now having stayed two full weeks, he couldn't understand why
his body hated him. He loved the way barrels mom made food. She did it with
such ease that lock was almost tempted to ask her how she did it. She would
always ask him what he wanted for dinner, she would even make just enough food
for him if he didn't like what she was making for everyone but that was a
rarity. Lock would eat whatever she put on his plate even if he hated it.
Barrels mom seemed to notice his bones more than anyone. She pulled him into
the kitchen one day. "Would it be okay if I looked at your chest? I won't hurt
you, I just want to see if you're getting better." Lock nodded and slipped his
shirt off. He couldn't stop the shiver at the sudden rush of cold air against
his already chilly body. His ribs jutted out a lot. He always counted them,
some times he got it wrong, but he wasn't the best counter due to the fact that
he had missed every bit of schooling. He just managed to pick up small things
from the people he was around. Lock also poked at his collar bones every
morning. He didn't like how they made him look like a girl, but he just had to
deal with it until he could gain enough weight to cover them.
Barrels moms fingers were warm. She traced over his ribs and collar bones with
a frown. His hip bones poked out from just above his boxers, they were almost
always rubbed raw. "Look like we gotta take you to a doctor, my food just isn't
doing it." She seemed to be talking more to herself than to lock. With a final
sigh, she wrapped her arms around him. Lock froze. Never, had he experienced
this before. It wasn't bad, but he felt a rush of emotions over take him and he
let himself cry. She rubbed circles into his back and whispered soothing words
into his ear. He'd never felt a mothers love before. He didn't know how to feel
about any of it.
Once he'd calmed down enough, he put his shirt back on and barrels mom asked
him what was wrong. "I, I just haven't been hugged before." He said, eyes
downcast to the floor. "I felt like it was okay to cry," his voice was still
raspy and he was thankful that you at least couldn't hear that he was crying.
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