Hello! New Destiel fic. Hope you enjoy it. ~Morby
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS
I carry the last box up to my room and set it down on top of my desk. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my arm and flop back onto my bed. I lay there silently, blocking the light from my eyes.
"Dean?" I hear mom gently call out to me from the doorway.
I move my arm from my face and look over at her.
"Yeah, ma?" I ask.
"Do you want something to eat?" She asks.
"Is there any pie?" I reply to her with another question.
She chuckles lightly before answering, "Sorry to break it to you, hun. There is no pie."
I give dramatically gasp and bring a hand up to my chest, mocking offense and shock. She chuckles at me again shaking her head in an affectionate way.
"If you really want pie there is a bakery a few blocks away." She says before leaving the room.
I get up off my bed, grab my phone and jacket, and then head towards the living room. I see Sam sprawled all over the couch and go up to him.
"Why are you so tired? You barely carried anything." I tease him as I poke at him.
He groans and swats at my hand, "Go away, Dean."
"I'm going to the bakery nearby. You want anything?" I ask.
Sam is quiet for a moment before answering, "Can you get me a glazed donut?"
"Sure." I reply and then head over to the kitchen. I was going to ask mom and dad if they wanted anything, but they were already eating some sandwiches. They probably got them from some deli. I walk to the front door and put on my boots.
"I'm going to the bakery!" I yell out so mom and dad can hear.
I close the door behind me and start walking down the staircase since the elevator just had to be out of service today. We were on the 9th floor and carrying all that furniture was a pain in the ass. I walk out the main door of the apartment complex and start heading for the bakery. I don't think I'll ever get used to the city life any time soon. Mom just suddenly had the idea to move into the big city and see all these amazing sites. She was so determined and now here we are. The big apple. NYC.
It's so crowded here and there's so much traffic. I wait at the crosswalk until the red hand changes into the little man walking. I start to cross the road but my attention snaps to my right as I hear a loud car horn blare at me. I freeze in place staring wide eyed at the speeding car as it stops right in front of me. My hearts racing as I think about what just happened. He could've hit me! I could've gotten badly hurt or worse. I come back to my senses and notice the people around staring at me in shock. A few came up to me and asked if I was ok or needed an ambulance but I shook my head and told them I was fine. I glared at the driver and flipped him off before heading back home. I've had enough of this wild city for one day. Maybe I've even had enough for this whole week.
I take off my boots at the entry way and Sam comes towards me.
"Where's my donut?" He asks.
"I didn't go to the bakery." I reply. Mom and dad must've heard by now because they both came over to me and Sam.
Dad had an arm draped over mom's shoulders. "Why didn't you go to the bakery?" She asked.
"Uh, well…" I scratched the back of my head and looked down at my feet. "I almost got hit by a car."
"What?" Mom and dad exclaimed simultaneously. Mom started to check me all over for injuries even though I told her I was fine. Dad also checked for injuries but he wasn't as panicked as mom.
"Did you get that bastard's license plate number?" Dad asked.
"No. It's fine the car didn't even touch me; I was just a little shocked." I replied shrugging mom's hand off me.
"Sweetie, please be more careful. We don't want you getting hurt." Mom wrapped her arms around me and squeezed.
"Sorry, ma. I promise I'll be more careful next time." I hugged her back and then headed to my room to sleep. That adrenaline rush made me lose my appetite for some reason.
