Okay, so I decided to do a modern twist of it where Lucifer is ridiculed and hated for his disfigured face. Dean's the bully and Cas is the saviour. I focused more on the theme of the story of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I do hope that you like it! ^^
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The fists rained down on him, the smell of rubber as their shoes kicked him filled his nostrils. Lucifer curled tighter into a ball, hands covering his head as he tried to protect himself from their blows. He sobbed silently as they beat him and called him names.
“Look at you Lucy!” they taunted him. "You're so ugly!" “How could you even think of asking anyone to prom?”
They laughed, loud and boisterous, spitting at him. He bore it all.
“Don’t stare at me you ugly piece of shit,” the boy said hand raised, poised to hit him.
But the blow never came.
“Dean, stop.”
It was the voice of an angel. Lucifer blinked as he looked up, coming out of his cowering position. He saw who it was that had stopped Dean. It’s the boy from his class, Castiel Novak, the good boy who was friends with the bad boys.
“Cas, he was hitting on Jo.”
“What did he do?” Castiel asked.
“He was gonna ask her to prom.”
Castiel looked to Lucifer who lay slumped against the lockers in the hallway. He was the boy with the disfigured face. The burn marks covering the majority of it was what made him the object of ridicule in this school. It was the reason why the bullies always targeted him. Because he was ugly. He looked to Lucifer, “Were you?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“I would say no but he wouldn’t believe me,” Lucifer growled glaring at Dean.
Castiel put his hand on Dean’s shoulder as the boy moved in again, wanting to hit Lucifer. He felt Dean tense beneath his touch, “Go,” he said. He didn’t want to see them fight any more.
Dean sighed exasperated as he shook Castiel’s hand off of him, “Don’t waste your time on this shit,” he muttered then he left, taking the crowd with him down the hallway.
The teachers didn’t seem to give a damn about him either which was why he was shocked that Castiel even spoke up to save his skin. “Take my hand,” Castiel said holding his hand out to the other boy who stared at him wide-eyed and unbelieving. “I’m not going to hurt you I swear.”
Lucifer knew that was true he could see it in the boy’s eyes. He took Castiel’s hand and pulled himself up, grimacing as his body protested, still in pain from all the kicks and punches. He lurched forward, unsteady.
“They got you pretty bad,” Castiel mused as he supported Lucifer around the waist, headed towards the sickbay.
Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Hunchback of Notre Dame [Part 1]
The fists rained down on him, the smell of rubber as their shoes kicked him filled his nostrils. Lucifer curled tighter into a ball, hands covering his head as he tried to protect himself from their blows. He sobbed silently as they beat him and called him names.
“Look at you Lucy!” they taunted him. "You're so ugly!" “How could you even think of asking anyone to prom?”
They laughed, loud and boisterous, spitting at him. He bore it all.
“Don’t stare at me you ugly piece of shit,” the boy said hand raised, poised to hit him.
But the blow never came.
“Dean, stop.”
It was the voice of an angel. Lucifer blinked as he looked up, coming out of his cowering position. He saw who it was that had stopped Dean. It’s the boy from his class, Castiel Novak, the good boy who was friends with the bad boys.
“Cas, he was hitting on Jo.”
“What did he do?” Castiel asked.
“He was gonna ask her to prom.”
Castiel looked to Lucifer who lay slumped against the lockers in the hallway. He was the boy with the disfigured face. The burn marks covering the majority of it was what made him the object of ridicule in this school. It was the reason why the bullies always targeted him. Because he was ugly. He looked to Lucifer, “Were you?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“I would say no but he wouldn’t believe me,” Lucifer growled glaring at Dean.
Castiel put his hand on Dean’s shoulder as the boy moved in again, wanting to hit Lucifer. He felt Dean tense beneath his touch, “Go,” he said. He didn’t want to see them fight any more.
Dean sighed exasperated as he shook Castiel’s hand off of him, “Don’t waste your time on this shit,” he muttered then he left, taking the crowd with him down the hallway.
The teachers didn’t seem to give a damn about him either which was why he was shocked that Castiel even spoke up to save his skin. “Take my hand,” Castiel said holding his hand out to the other boy who stared at him wide-eyed and unbelieving. “I’m not going to hurt you I swear.”
Lucifer knew that was true he could see it in the boy’s eyes. He took Castiel’s hand and pulled himself up, grimacing as his body protested, still in pain from all the kicks and punches. He lurched forward, unsteady.
“They got you pretty bad,” Castiel mused as he supported Lucifer around the waist, headed towards the sickbay.