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"Но, папа ... Почему ты делаешь это со мной?" a small boy whimpered up to his father. His father looked down at his son, who resembled his mother in every way. The bright blue eyes as well as the black hair. He couldn't bear looking at his son half the time. The father, had gotten fed up with his son and finally decided something that even his wife would never agree on. He was selling his youngest son, to the american slave trade. It was ran by a man by the name of Dick Roman, who was also running as the president of their country. The man just staired at his son with a glare and yelped out.

"Вы собираетесь сделать это, нравится вам это или нет" the kid flinched back looking around to see his other two brothers playing games like tag. He wanted to join but his father grabbed his arm and shoved him into one of Dick's workers. The young boy screamed out papa as his father walked away with his head held up and a new suit case off in his left hand that had lots of money inside of it. Another boy that was related to the darker haired boy, glanced around and saw his younger brother freaking out calling out for their papa to go back.

"Папа, что ты делаешь?" asked the smaller boy, glancing up at his father with big hazel eyes. His father scoffed and looked down at his son patting his head.

"Кастиэль, уже не твой брат" The father called out to his other sons and walked off with them. The older brother looked over across the grass watching his smaller brother get thrown into the back of the van and the last thing he heard was his brother scream out his name.

"Габриэль!"

In america, a father was running to the hospitle with his son in tow. His wife was giving birth to his new baby and he HAD to be there. His son had this bright smile etched onto his face laughing happily as his father ran around crazingly. The father managed to make it with a couple of minutes to spare. He quickly ran to the front desk.

"Quick! What room is my wife in, she's giving birth!" He screamed. The smaller boy glanced around looking all over the place with his large green eyes with a bright smile etched onto his face. The man glanced at the small child then up to the dirty looking man and sighed, typing feriously on the computer. He looked up with a sneer and pointed down the hall.

"Room 6B, DON'T run!" He warned. The worried man nodded his head and quickly walked (more like mall walked) down the hall with his son in tow and found Rm. 6B. As he walked in his wife was holding a small bundle in her arms. She looked so tired and weak, that he ran over to his wife, letting go of his other son's hand and quickly helped her. The women smiled happily, her usually beautiful blonde hair that flowed, stuck to her face and she had the weakest smile etched onto her face.

"Dean, com'ere" she smiled. The young boy, glued his bright green eyes on his mother and smiled and walked calmly over to her. He pulled up a chair, and sat it next to her bed. He quickly stood up in it and stared at his mother, eyes full of curiousity. Mary pulled back the blue blanket and Dean smiled brightly seeing it reveled a baby boy.

"Sammy!" he smiled. Both his parents looked up at him, with confusion on their face.

"Sammy?" they asked.

"Uh, oh...i'm...sorry, he...he looks like a sam" Dean pulled away from his parents with a look of emberssement on his face. His mother smiled and quickly looked down at her son.

"Sammy...it's cute, and we can call him after my father, Samuel Winchester...How do you like it John" Smiled the women. John smiled brightly and nodded and pulled his wife in a passionate kiss. Dean could've sworn that it was the best thing a kid could ever have.

Back in Russia, It was about 18:32am and the small boy was really tired, but he couldn't sleep. The people his father had given him to, put this needle in his arm making him stay alert. They had also given him little food and water to go off of, as well as a small cage to live in. He felt the cage move and heard the clashing of waves. He then realized he was going not just leaving his papa, but as well as his homeland. The small boy curled up close to himself and whimpered softly. All he wanted to do was go home and pretend that this never happened.

~15 years later~

"Damn it Sam, where's my pie" growled out a more built out man. He stood about 6ft2 and had some stubble. His green eyes and darkish brown hair were known around town, especisally the strip clubs and bars down town. He glare at his brother who sat typing feruociously at his computer. Dean stopped for a moment. Remebering when he was only 6, looking down at his little brother in his mother's arms and he was techneclly gave him his name. He stopped and smiled at that small memeory. Sam stopped typing and look up at Dean who supersingly stopped talking. When he did, he saw his brother's angry demenor change and a small smile form onto his face.

"Dude, you're smilling, Wtf" he laughed. Dean glared at his brother and rolled his eyes. He threw a twenty dollar bill at Sam and growled.

"Get out and get me some God damn pie" he said seriously. Sam sighed and picked up the twenty dollar bill and closed his computer.

"What if i run into an angel again? Dude they creep me out" whimpered sam. Dean groaned out snatching the twenty dollar bill from Sam.

"You are a sad excuse for a human being, they're just slaves dammit, get over it"

"Yes, but they have wings that's sooo not normal!" Sam groaned out. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think there specified as "Angels" and "Demons"...Idiot" he hissed out throwing on an over shirt, as he wore some sweat pants and put on his sliders. He grabbed his car keys and walked out of the door slamming the door.

Sam just jumped up with a big smirk and ran over to his cell phone pulling it out of his backpack. He quickly dialed in some numbers and a big grin etched itself onto his face. All of a sudden he heard the other line pick up.

"Hello?"

"Can I come over...Gabriel" He smirked. He could practically hear the grin come over the other man's face.

"Come on over sugar"

Dean walked downstairs out of his apartment groaning and whinning about the light that was hitting him directly in the eye. He quickly opened up his car door, which is a sexy 67' chevy impala and slammed the door. After a moment, he realized what he did and quickly patted the dashboard with a look of regret.

"Sorry baby" he mumbled under his breath. He then took his keys and shoved them perfectly into the ignition and turned on the car. He threw the car in reverse and backed out, once he was satsfied with the distance he kicked his car in drive and drove out of his complex out into the open road. After about 15 minutes later, he arrived at Costco. He got into the turning lane waiting for the light to turn red, banging his head to metellica's song Enter Sandman. As the light turned green he drove into the parking lot and found a decent enough parking spot. He quickly pulled off turning off his car and getting out of the car. That was, till he saw a man push down a slave to the ground, and not just any slave but an angel slave...a higher level slave. Dean growled out and walked over to the two and pushed the man away from the angel.

"Dude back the hell up really, you can't be doing that" he hissed out. He looked down at the angel and held out his hand. The man that pushed down the slave gawked at Dean. The angel was shocked but took ahold of Dean's hand and stood up. Both the angel and Dean started to pick up the things the angel had dropped and helped him to the car he was given.

"Um, thank you" spoke the angel. He had a deep russian accent and his blue eyes were un natrual. His black wings were tightly wrapped around his back. Dean just smiled.

"You deserve to be treated with more respect" he said. He went to walk away, till the angel ran over to him.

"Wait" he whispered, Dean looked down at the angel "I didn't get all my things, do...do you mind helping me? I know it's a lot to ask...but.."

"Sure, i'm here anyways" Smiled Dean. The man, that Dean pushed away, walked over to him and glared.

"Exactly what do you think you are doing with my angel?" Hissed out the big bald man. Dean puffed out his chest and glared.

"There is most likley a contract you're ass signed and it literally states "You, the owner, can not put you're angel in ny pidigament such as violence" now tell me if i'm wrong"

"He steped out of line" growled out the man.

"Well, maybe you did to" glared out Dean holding his head up high and bruhes past the man. The angel quickly followed Dean and kept close to his side. As they finally made it into through the Costco's door Dean glanced down at the angel.

"So what's your name?" Dean asked.

"I'm known as, Jimmy...by my master...but my name is Castiel" Castiel whispered. Dean nodded his head as he glanced at Castiel.

"Welp, what do you need?" Smiled Dean. Castiel went through his trenchcoat's pockets and pulled out his master's list and handed it to Dean, betting he would know where everything is. Dean quickly glanced down at the list and noted that his owner also wanted, wait for it...pie. He smirked, knowing he can get that last. So he went with the first thing that was on the list, Toilet paper. Dean started to walk towards the bathroom section of the store. Castiel quickly followed him. Dean had ended up turning down an isle and walked down it looking around the isle. Castiel noticed a small boy trying to reach for the box of soap, appearently Dean notcied this as well and quickly walked over to the young angel boy and handed him the box of soap with a smile.

"There ya go buddy" smiled Dean. The young angel smiled brightly and ran off to his, master handing him the box of soap. Castiel just stared at Dean with big eyes. He's never met a human this...nice. Dean walked over to the toliet paper and picked one bundle and hand it to Castiel. Castiel took it and followed Dean around. After about 20 minutes of getting almost all the supplies, Dean walks over to the Pie section. He looks at the pies and picks up a apple pie for himself.

"What does your...master...like?" growled out Dean. He wasn't mad at Castiel, he was just disgusted at the fact Castiel got a poor excuse of a master.

"Blueberry" whispered Castiel. Dean picked up that one slightly making a face, clearly making it known he hates blueberry pie, and that's saying something considering he's the pie king. Castiel smiled and walked with him to the cashier.

"Ah hello today, how are you?" the young clerk asked.

"I'm fine thank you" he smiled.

"And how about you...oh..." she stopped seeing he was a slave. Dean glared at her and said

"He's fine." He paid for his pie and without realizing paid for Castiel's master's things. As he leaves the store with some of the Castiel's bags, Castiel just contiously smiles at Dean and as they went to get into Castiel's master's car...it was gone. Castiel's eyes widen and looked around.

"He...he deserted me" Castiel whimpered. Dean felt bad, this angel that's never been around civilization before just got left by his previous owner. That was the last thing Dean needed to handle right now, but he can't just leave this poor guy out here in this unstabled world and he is partcialy the reason he got abandoned.

"Um...do you want to come with me?" Asked Dean.