This is my first fan fiction ever! But this isn't my first time writing… So experienced in some departments but a complete noob in others. I also do not ship any parings… (I just SUPPORT Destial) and I am not a part of the fandom, too much of headache, But enough about me.
It is a Destial paring but not sexual at all. It's really just a bromance, because I realized to many of ya'll don't know what that is.
Summary: Dean had a pretty perfect life. He was married to Lisa, the girl of his dreams, had a kick ass son, Ben, even if he wasn't his own, and was living the life he only dreamed he could have, until tragedy struck, Lisa dies and Ben and he are left to fend for themselves. Thinking that the only way to survive is to forget Dean packs up and he and Ben move to Houston, Texas. Ben misses his mom and knows Deans trying his best but he kinds of sucks at being a single parent and is a little bit of a drunk. How will Dean cope with Lisa's death, and how will Castiel Novak, Ben's PreAP English teacher and the father of Ben's crush help him get on with his life?
Songs: (You might want to listen to these while reading this) Make You Feel My Love - Adele, Landslide – Gwyneth Paltrow (not the original but the one that I like), Hurt – Johnny Cash, The Prayer – Kid Cudi, Heartbreak Warfare – John Mayer, Dreaming With a Broken Hear – John Mayer.
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"Ben!" Dean yelled," Ben get your ass down here!"
Ben came running down the stairs of his new house. It was newer than the one he lived in before with Dean and his mom. Mom! Tears sprang to Ben's eyes he still couldn't think about her without crying a little. It had only been a month since her death, but he wanted to be like Dean. Big strong Dean, who didn't even cry at her funeral just sort of sat there all manly and taking it all in. Dean was Ben's hero and he wanted to be just like him only he never could keep himself form doing really dumb things like crying whenever he thought about his mom, a couple of the tears ran down his face.
When Ben got downstairs he saw Dean in his Mechanics uniform standing over a box, his head down staring at the box with china in it, his mom's china. Dean had asked him to put it in the attic until they could take it to the storage unit where the put most of her stuff; her clothes, her accessories, her perfumes, and other little girly junk. Dean had put all of it into a storage unit the moment they got to Texas. It wasn't like Ben minded, he wanted to forget to. It just would have been nice to have some of her stuff.
"What did I tell you?" Dean began, "I'm pretty sure I asked you to put all this stuff in the attic before I got home today," Dean was getting ready to chew into Ben. He wasn't really mad at the boy he just couldn't handle seeing her stuff. When Dean looked up at Ben he saw tears in his eyes and his face streaked with tears he had tried to wipe away before getting down stairs. The sight of the young boy pushed away any traces of anger Dean felt.
"Just take it up there now," Dean said looking away from Ben. He couldn't handle looking at him at that moment, it made him feel to guilty. "Wash your hands and come down for dinner, I bought take out."
Ben nodded his head and grabbed the box and quickly brought it to the attic. He came back downstairs after washing his hands. Dean was sitting at the bar in the kitchen with a plate filled with Chinese and a beer. Ben cringed. Dean was a rude drunk. He tended to shout a little more at Ben when he was drunk.
He pulled up a stool next to Dean and dished out some Chinese to his plate. He was kind of worried about it. Chinese from some random place in Texas didn't sound too good.
"Dig in Ben, trust me it's good," Dean managed to get out in between mouthfuls of Chinese.
Ben took a bite of the Chinese and was surprised by how good it tasted, he quickly shoved more into his mouth.
"A lot better than that crunchy spaghetti you made last night," Dean said watching Ben devour his food.
"Yeah, way better than those tacos with the under cooked beef you made a couple nights ago too," Ben shoot back.
"Shut up kid," Dean said and playfully slapped Ben in the back of the head. Ben just laughed. He liked this. It reminded of him of when his mom was still alive.
When Ben first met Dean when he was 10, Dean was supper awkward around him and kind of corny. Always calling him kid and saying dumb jokes he didn't really get. But they sort of grew on each other and formed a bond that went beyond father and son.
Dean and Ben finished his dinner, Dean went back to the fridge to get another beer and Ben went upstairs to get ready for his first day of school tomorrow.
Ben was starting high school in a new state and was a little nervous. Dean had been giving him pointers about girls and school but he felt like no matter what he was going to fuck up.
Ben suddenly woke up. He looked around, it was morning. What time is it? He thought checking the clock, 8:00. Shit! Ben thought jumping out of bed and grabbing his school clothes he set out last night. Ben had meant to go to bed early but unfortunately he was to nervous get any real sleep and over slept.
Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit! I can't believe I overslept! Fuck! Dean was supposed to wake me up.
Ben ran downstairs to find Dean passed out in the living room with a bunch of beer bottles around him.
Why?
"Dean! Dean! Wake up you're gonna be late for work." Ben rushed to Dean and shook him until he began to stir.
"Dean it's 8:10 I'm going to be late for school!"
"Shit I over slept," mumbled Dean.
"How could you drink all those beers?"
"I don't even know, I'm kind of happy I didn't die from alcohol poisoning," Dean answered frankly. "You ready?"
Ben nodded yes.
"Let me brush my teeth, I'll be there," Dean said while getting up.
Ten minutes later Dean and Ben where headed towards Ben's new high school, Bury High. Dean pulled up to the front of the school in his '67 Impala.
"Alright, a few words of wisdom, No one likes a kiss ass, the class clown is tolerated, and the cheerleader on top is usually the most insecure so aim high buddy," Dean clapped Ben on the back and handed him is backpack from the back seat.
Ben got out of the car but before he turned to leave he smiled at Dean, "Thanks Dean," showing gratitude for a lot more than just the car ride.
Dean smiled back, "No problem kid."
Dean watched Ben to hurry to class, he felt bad for the kid he lost his mom a month ago and had to move because Dean couldn't handle living in the house where his wife died. He was up rooted a lot like Dean often was when he was young. Dean sighed and drove away, he wanted to be there for Ben the way his father never had been there for him or his younger brother Sam, he just didn't know how.
Ben stumbled through his classes. Bury High or The Burry as the other students called it was a giant high school far from typical. You were not cool because you were a jock, you were cool because you were important. You were important because could get people to follow you. The Burry was filled to the brim with minorities and it was kind of weird being one of the only white kids in the school but what made The Burry hard to cope with was that freshmen were in a campus across the street from the main school. Freshmen Academy, they called it, kept the young students nearly isolated from the rest of the school and made it harder for Ben to make friends. Most of the students knew each other from middle school and cliques were formed long before Ben was aware and could make his way into one. So he spent most of his day alone, and when lunch came around he struggled to find a place to eat.
The cafeteria was in the main school so when the bell rang the students rushed across the blocked off the street for their lunch. Every one ate at the same time so the small cafeteria was filled with students, running around shouting.
Ben hurried into the growing free lunch line, he had forgotten to ask Dean for lunch money and was forced to eat the nasty school lunch. He quietly got his food and sat at the end of a table with only a couple of students on it.
"Oh My GOD! We got a white boy!" someone shouted behind Ben. Ben whipped his head around to see a black girl dressed in supper tight skinny jeans, a shirt that read "You Mad bro" (which was out of dress code), and an abundance of accessories.
"Where you from?" she asked sitting down next to Ben.
"Kansas," Ben said lowering his head in embarrassment.
"What?"
"It's a state D," another black girl with a less aggressive manner got up from the table D had come from and sat on the other side of Ben.
"I know that!" fired back D
"Sorry about that she's ghetto and dumb."
"What I tell you about calling me ghetto?" shouted D
"I'm sorry is that the only thing you heard in that sentence?" the other black girl stuck out her hand to me "Hi I'm Ana Marie Novak, but everyone calls me Reno."
"Hi, I'm Ben Braden."
"Well Ben I'm having a party a week from now," Reno grabbed a pen and paper out of her bag and wrote an address on it, "How about you stop by?" she passed the paper to Ben.
"Sure I'd love – I mean cool… I'll think about it," Ben finally settled on, he didn't want to sound desperate.
Reno just giggled and got up and walked away D followed her. All the freshmen sitting at the table with Ben just sat there awe struck.
"Do you know who that is?" one of the freshmen sitting across from him asked.
"Yeah, Ana Marie Novak, she just told me-"
"No that's Reno, school bad chick and the only daughter of freshmen English teacher Mr. Novak," said the freshmen. "Look I know you're new here but FYI she's a Junior and kind of the Queen Bitch, like for real. You might want to slow your roll."
"I'm sorry what?"
"Gosh do I have to spell it out to you? Don't-go-to-that-party she invited you to. It's tradition here to screw with the freshmen. Save yourself, don't go," the bell rang and the other freshman got up and left leaving Ben sitting there confused and worried.
But he couldn't forget about Reno, her crinkly afro, that appeared black but when the light hit it just right you could tell it was actually brown, her light brown eyes with an amazingly bright blue border, her lips, Oh God her Lips!, they looked so smooth so soft, and her skin it reminded Ben of some delicious pastry, warm and this golden brown. Ben had Reno on the brain and was willing to bet it all on her.
After Ben had finally managed to pull himself together he dragged himself to his next class. English.
Ben was still lost in thought when he managed to make it back to Freshmen Academy and hardly noticed the looks he was getting form his fellow classmates. Late on the first day of school? Someone thinks they're a bad ass. Ben grabbed a syllabus off of his teacher's desk and found a desk in the front.
The man standing in front looked kind of strange. His dark hair was a mess, with spikes sticking everywhere, he wore a black waistcoat and a blue tie, and he had a trench coat hanging on his chair.
"Welcome to English I A PreAp," Ben's English teacher had a deep gruff voice, it didn't quite match the small man, "You will be learning-"
"Hey Mr. C let's quit it with that boring stuff! It's the first day we need to get to know each other!" one of the students in the back called out, "Like you PYT, we can get it poppin'!" the boy shouted out to a rather annoyed Hispanic girl sitting next to Ben, she shouted back something in Spanish and the other Hispanic kids in class laughed.
"Hey I know what you said! That wasn't even called for," the young boy said with a mock face of hurt.
"Thank You Mr. Donovan, now that you've managed to completely disrupt my class can you please sit down and reframe for talking form the rest of class?" there wasn't anything weird with what Mr. C said but the way he said it, he sounded like he was legitimately asking Donovan a question.
"Alright, I'm a stop for now. But you know… when I start back up again, you gonna have to remind me," Donovan answered and sat back down and began talking to the other boys around him.
Mr. C looked content with Donovan's response and went back to talking to the class, "As I was saying, You will be learning a combination of freshmen English and sophomore English to help you prepare for future AP courses. My name is not Mr. C," he honestly sounded worried we thought it was, "My name is Castiel Novak, you can call me Mr. Novak or Mr. C, but for the best results please call me Castiel," Castiel said all of that in his gruff monotone voice without any expression.
Castiel Novak? As in Reno's dad? Is she adopted? No, his eyes are the same blue that borders hers. Crap, I guess I can see the family resemblance, guess she takes after her mom. Crap!
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Do you like my OC, and I bet you're wondering "Where is the Destial!" Don't worry it will come, but please remember it's a bromance, there will be no sex or almost sex. Unless it's between their two off spring. Who knows I wrote this for the hell of it so please read and tell me what you think and remember this is my first fanfiction and don't be bitchy. :)