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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel_&_Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester_&_Gabriel
  Character:
      Castiel_(Supernatural), Dean_Winchester, Gabriel_(Supernatural), Sam
      Winchester, Gadriel_(Supernatural), mentions_of_others
  Additional Tags:
      rich_kids, richkids!verse, Smutty, vague_descriptions_of_sex, no
      dialouge, i_don't_even_know_why_i_wrote_this, Suicide, Forbidden_Love,
      underage!Sam, teenage_drinking, song_lyrics_within_fic
  Series:
      Part 10 of Supernatural_Tumblr_Prompts_and_Drabbles
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-19 Words: 1426
****** Super Rich Kids ******
by summerhurleys
Summary
     Castiel is the son of two multimillionaires and is in a relationship
     with Dean, who isn’t rich and actually loves him. You see what’s
     wrong here? (the world does)
Notes
     let’s just say I listened to Frank Ocean’s ‘Super Rich Kids’ one too
     many times and this almost 2k monster came out. Written without any
     dialogue. also there are music lyric between sections whoops
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends, super rich kids with nothing but
fake friends>
 
Castiel gripped the edge of the building with clammy hands, the wind not doing
much to relieve the intense heat pulsing through his body. He was trembling,
eyes blown wide as he gazed down at the ground three stories below, where his
father’s Mercedes sits restfully, glimmering in the early afternoon sun.
Behind him, his ‘brother’, Gadrael, was casually having a smoke on a cigar, and
obviously wasn’t going to stop the teen from peering over the edge. The smoke
wrapped around his head in wisps, engulfing him in a gray fog as he breathed it
out and down on his Vineyard Vines shirt and green peacoat.
All Cas could think about was Dean Winchester, the simple young man who had
wrapped Castiel around his finger and became the one he yearned for, even when
he was around his brothers. How would he feel if he came over that evening,
sneaking through the forest only to see the flash of police lights and the
screams of his family as they saw the dent in father’s precious car? His body
bleeding on the hood, bones crushed and other unimaginable damages. Eyes glazed
over as Death claimed his life. Castiel could only imagine.
The maids come around too much, parents aren’t around enough
 
Dean would sneak into Castiel’s expensive home every other day, late into the
night when everyone else was gone from the property with the exception of the
maids that the Novaks hired, probably to keep the house secure while they
cleaned. As if state-of-the-art security systems even Dean could toy around
with weren’t enough.
He’d be in Castiel’s room, observing the next day’s choice of clothes that were
already laid out on the edge of the bed by the boy. Castiel would see him when
he came up from his generally late dinner, walk across the room, and wrap him
in a tight embrace as he inhaled the scents of the outside world. The scents of
the autobody shop and of a house with two parents and two younger brothers.
Dean.
Soon, they’d be in the shower together, finding ecstasy unknown to them outside
of their own world. It’d be all hands and little sharp moans as they explored
each other. Everytime they did it, the experience feels as if it was the first
time, shimmering with water and each other by the end of it.
They’d stumble out; barely able to hold themselves up as they dried off, then
they would take it to the bedroom. The same thing occurred, the excitement, the
motions, and maybe something different. Castiel would run his fingers through
Dean’s soft and conditioned locks while he gasped in his ear with low whines
and high breaths. Dean would pull him towards his mouth, and demand a quick
kiss, which would soon lead to extended amounts of kissing while going through
the primitive motions. The bed wouldn’t make a sound, and the door was kept
open, because the maids never made a move to stop them after the first time.
After they tired out and were spent, they would lay on the bed, covered in the
fleece of the blankets, and they’d be given hot chocolate and sometimes a short
glass of wine. They would drink whatever they received and watch the news.
Whenever mentions of Castiel’s family came up at the time, they would drink the
contents of their wine in one go. Then they would turn it off and Cas would
resort to silence as Dean rubbed his back in a comforting manner.
The sweetest submission, drinking it in, the wine, the women, the bedroom hymns
 
Sam Winchester watched as his boyfriend of seven and a half months teetered in
front of him, hands clasping over two half-filled bottles of beer and the
wobbling smile on his face. The lighting was horrible, but it was enough to
tell that Gabriel Novak was wasted, far beyond his usual.
He sat up from the front porch chair and went over to him, fussing over him as
he grabbed the beers away, much to the older man’s complaint. Gabriel was soon
quieted with a quick kiss on the lips and a gentle squeeze to the bum.
As they manage to sit down on the swinging chair, Sam asks him what’s got him
in the horrid state he’s in now. Gabriel can only stutter about his younger
brother and his father. Sam calms him down from his stuttered sobbing and the
shakes that come from his body. He gets him nestled down in his side, silently
reassuring him as the night continues on.
The porch light attracts flies and moths every time they sit out there, until
the sun comes up from the hills, at least ten of the pesky bugs die during the
timespan. The screen door is kept closed while the door is left open, and
Gabriel’s dog Hutch peers out every once in a while, just to be sure they’re
still there. Sam can hear the TV playing in the living room, his father
listening to whatever Dean decides for him, because John Winchester could care
less about anything around him. Still grieving for their mother’s death that
occurred six years ago.
Newsman from the TV is screaming about how the trillionaire family has a gay
son, who happens to be the youngest son. His boyfriend is a lowlife from the
countryside near their Kansas property. Lucian Novak won’t comment on the
situation, which was caught by the gardener of the place. Neither will Anna
Novak or Michael, who both share their parents’ remains, the companies and
locations. And Castiel Novak’s future.
Sam feels for Castiel Novak. At least they don’t know about Gabriel yet. Not
while he’s two years too young for him.
Gabriel is still silent and his honey-gold eyes are blank as slates as he too
hears Newsman’s words. The whole world is silent, if only to hear the harsh-
spat words.
Climbin’ out the back door, didn’t leave a mark, no one knows it’s you, Miss
Jackson
 
The day the world finds out, that’s the day Castiel gave up.
There may have been times when he had in more peaceful times muttered to Dean
about the possibility of jumping off of the roof of his home, onto Father
Michael’s silver Mercedes Benz, all over the matter of what college he would be
sent off to. Everytime this was brought up, Dean would become harsher, and tell
Castiel how much he was worth to him and his older brother Gabriel who was the
only family member who still cared. Castiel would quiet and wouldn’t mention it
again.
But now that everyone on the planet knew he was homosexual and in a
relationship with someone far beyond his family’s social circle, Dean couldn’t
come around, they couldn’t have that time of night together that was theirs
only. It left Castiel to brew with his thoughts as the only other distraction
would be to listen to the hum of the crickets outdoors.
Michael and Lucifer had come back to the property earlier that morning, and got
so angry at him. So angry. It left him with the dark purple bruise on his face
that he was still tenderly touching. They want to take him away from the
country, out of America. To Australia, as far away from the ‘scum’ as they
could possibly think to get him.
Castiel wants to die.
I am going away for awhile, but I’ll be back don’t try and follow me, cause
I’ll return as soon as possible
 
That’s how Dean finds Castiel four days later. Dead.
He’s the only one on the property, and he’s just found his boyfriend’s corpse.
It looks like it’s been there for almost a day.
There’s dried blood in his mouth and on his upper arms, his body looks tangled
up in a broken mess on the pavement of the front drive, and there’s a scrunched
up letter in his hand. But the white is soaked in scarlet red.
Dean tries to hold back his tears as he slowly pries Castiel’s cold, stiff hand
open, taking the note off of him and slipping it in his pocket. But they fall
anyway. He has to get down on his knees as he cries, he can barely hold himself
up as he’s wracked up. He could care less if he were caught now.
Because the only real love he ever had was dead.
 
end.
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