Been thinking about doing this for a while. Finally got bored and wrote something. Supernatural Alternate Universe with Teen!Dean, Sam, and Cas, as well as the rest of both "families." No hunters or monsters, angels or demons - an almost normal life. ...I've never done anything like this before...wrote an AU, taken characters out of their element...it looks fun, though. Hope you like? These will most likely be all tiny drabble-chapters, so you've been warned.
There is an intersection Sioux Falls, South Dakota that runs along the outer edge of town. The road hasn't turned to gravel yet, but the fences are easily mistaken for hedges and upkeep isn't much thought of by the citizens. It's out of the way, and the two streets lead very few places, even fewer of them of note. But one way leads out to Singer Salvage, and the other away from town and, more importantly, the Bellator Estate.
As it happens, on this day, there are two boys on that road. They are heading in different directions, but running from the same thing. One wants to save the world, and the other only wants to save his world.
And those worlds collide as they do.
"Ohff!"
The shorter of the two careens off the pavement and into the street, stumbling to a halt, still standing. He's out of breath, but looks back at the figure who obstructed his path expectantly.
"Nailed that landing, right?"
He's wearing a leather jacket, his hair is short and spiked, and his square face is dotted with freckles. He snaps his fingers roguishly as he saunters back onto the sidewalk. He stops to peer down at the fallen fellow man.
"You gonna get up or what?"
The other youth is slightly shorter, leaner, and unenthused at the development. He's dressed smartly, a trench-coat hanging off his frame without thought, his hair ruffled as though by many hands. He watches his assailant without comment, without concern.
The other boy frowns.
"Didja break somethin?"
Slowly, the questioned shakes his head. "I am uninjured."
"Well, great!" The first returns with obvious frustration. "You wanna get off the ground then?"
"Yes." But he makes no move to get up.
Rolling his eyes, Dean reaches out his hand. "You need help with that, sunshine?"
After staring in confusion for several seconds, Castiel takes it.