Howdy, This is gunna be my first story I am posting out to the public and trust me this is only the first piece. If I get a good feedback then I will post more.
So yea have fun y'all, sorry its so short.
-Angel Crisps
Dean had grown tired of the world he was living in. At the age of 18 he had grown sick of hearing his father argue with Sam about his future. It had been a constant argument since Sam turned 13 and refused to work with Dad, Bobby and himself at the repair shop. Dad took it as a personal insult after Sam said he thought working on cars was a job for people with low IQ points. Now the two barely spoke and Dean was stuck in the role of messenger whenever an important event came up that everyone needed to be aware of. It was extremely tiring and Dean was sick of it.
On May 12th 1997 Dean snuck from his home in Lawrence Kansas, He did not plan on coming back. He put his goodbye letter on his Impala that he had inherited from his father, He couldn't leave without some form of goodbye. He also left a leather jacket of his on the front seat, Sammy would like it, He knew. He picked up his duffel bag of clothing and essentials and walked away from the only home he ever knew.
Dean had been walking for two days before he came to his first destination, a bus station where he caught a bus to Huntsville, Alabama where his destiny would await him. The bus ride was long and gave Dean a sore neck along with a charlie horse in his calf. Once at the station he began walking until he found a diner not far from a motel with decent rates. Upon walking in he was hit with the smell of freshly made pancakes and couldn't help but feel his eyes close. He remembered when Dad's ex girlfriend Anna would make pancakes that tasted like heaven, such a shame she turned out to be the devil.
"Ey brother, what can I get ya today?" the question came from a man in his thirties with brown facial hair
Dean stepped towards the counter and sat at a stool not quite sure what to say yet.
"Um, I was wondering if you had any job openings? I am a fast learner and willing to get my hands dirty." Dean flashed a smile at the man along with some pleading eyes, if he didn't find a job tonight he was screwed. He needed more money, knowing that a paycheck was coming his way could set a lot of his worries to the side.
"Let me get the guy you need for ya, just hold tight brother." The man went into the back for a moment and came back with a younger boy with black ruffled hair.
Dean was speechless as the boy made eye contact, he was faced with the blue crisp eyes of an angel. The boys features softened with concern.
"Sir? Are you alright?" The boy asked
Dean nodded as he regained his thoughts.
"Yes, Yea I am great. Um I am Dean, Dean Winchester." He held out his hand for the stranger to take.
The boy gripped his hand tight and gave him a smile that made the boys face wrinkle around his eyes.
"I am Castiel Engel."