Outside These Walls [Destiel]

Chapter 16

Dean could feel the bruises already forming when the branch was released from his back, pain lancing up his body and making him hiss as he forced one arm into the water, digging it into the dirt to keep himself up as the other one clasped at his chest, attempting to relieve the pain that ached through him.

Castiel was by his side almost instantly, sloshing through the water and grabbing tightly onto Dean, pulling him up into his arms and holding him tightly, his eyes squeezed shut with fear and relief, heavy breath escaping him. It sent pain through Dean's spine, but he hugged just as tightly back, his gaze flickering back and forth, the guns of the enemy pointed at them in warning, though neither of them even dared tried to escape.

"You those escapees from camp?" One man asked, his voice slurred in that familiar accent as he nudged at Castiel with the tip of his gun. Dean growled, pulling Castiel a little to the side, his eyes darting back and forth as if daring anyone to get too close.

"Think they're the queer ones," Another enemy soldier pointed out with interest, lowering his gun with narrowed eyes. His accent was slightly different, sharper than the others. He rambled off foreign words to the other enemies, Dean watching as each one had a grin split across their faces.

"Enude's furious with you," The first soldier who spoke pointed out, giving the other soldiers a nod. Instantly, hands were on Dean and Castiel pulling them apart, and leaving them struggling to get away.

"Dean?!" Castiel shouted, the confusion and fear in his eyes palpable as he struggled, his fingers clawing at the hands that grabbed him. One of the soldier's laughed at his futile attempts and Castiel kicked out towards the noise, catching the man right in the gut and forcing him to let go. He tore himself from another soldier's grasp, falling into the water that surrounded him, his fear-filled eyes darting left and right as he tried to make sense of all the noise.

"You little faggot!" The enemy soldier hissed, holding his stomach with a grimace of pain and twisted lips of rage. He brought the gun to Castiel's head, the tip pressed against his forehead and all movement around them froze, only the slap of water against their legs providing sound as Castiel's eyes widened, looking at nothing as he swallowed.

Dean used the momentary shock to his advantage as he jerked free, dragging one soldier into the water as he escaped and grabbed the barrel of the gun, shoving it back and into the man. The soldier stumbled back into the water as Dean grabbed Castiel, pulling him onto his feet and pulling him behind him, staring at the soldiers with unbridled hatred.

"Don't. Touch. Him." Dean growled, each word bringing a new wave of anger that multiplied against the last one until his vision began to glow red. The soldiers watched them with wary eyes, while the one who was pushed down was being helped up, coughing up water.

"He's injured Rudch. That deserves punishment," One of the soldiers growled, the enemy that Castiel had kicked seething with rage as he glared holes in Dean's skin, though Dean merely raised his head a little higher, meeting his glare with one of his own.

"He's blind. He has no idea what the hell is going on!" Dean spat, his lips twitching with his anger. If they didn't have those guns trained on him, he would have killed all of them with his damn bare hands. He could hear Castiel shifting behind him, his hand reaching out and touching Dean's back to keep him calm. Nothing would help if he were to lose his temper now.