Author's note: So hey guys! I recently watched the newest rendition of Flowers in the attic, and after that, I couldn't get the idea for this story out of my head. And now, we have the story. I am subjected to changing the title because I am bad when it comes to creating them, so any ideas are fine. This is my first Supernatural fic. Well, sort of. I posted one back in 2012 and got positive feed back, but after I posted two chapters, I stopped getting reviews. So, please review! And follow! I would like in reviews though specific things, like certain things or scenes. Just saying I love it, it's great is nice, but doesn't tell me what you like. I like constructive criticism, but anything about homosexuality or rude comments is not acceptable. If you do so, I will remove the review. If you have a problem with that, then I offer you a free ticket out the door. After all, no one is forcing you to read this. Anyways, happy readings :)

Warnings: Incest, child abuse/neglect, disappearing fathers, psychotic break downs, violence, possibly more as the story goes on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. It belongs to CW and Erik Cripke. I only own this story and maybe minor, minor OCs along the way

The world we knew won't come back,

The time we've lost can't get back,

The life we had won't be ours again,

~Never too late-Three Days Grace~

Ages:

Michael: 18

Lucifer: 16

Gabriel: 12

Anna: 8

Castiel: 5

(Lawrence High school, September 12, 2013, Michael's pov.)

It was 1:15 in the afternoon when the accident happened.

Michael could remember where he was that day; sitting in his advanced statistics class boredly taking notes, his eyes shifting from the teacher to the window to observe the sun shining on the deep green grass. His mind had shifted to his younger brothers and sister, wondering how their day had been going. His younger brother Lucifer, a sophomore, was in the room right next door. No doubt he was causing trouble for his poor geometry teacher.

Yes, it had started out as a normal day. He'd woken up at six thirty, helped get his younger siblings up since his father had left early to go to the office. His mother, Eve, was a nurse and she had spent another late shift at the hospital so he didn't want to disturb her. He had flipped Lucifer's mattress over, coaxed Gabriel with the promise of chocolate pancakes, and gently woke up the younger two. Anna was never difficult, she was a morning person and Castiel always looked up at him with sleepy blue eyes.

They'd showered, eaten breakfast, and headed off to school and preschool without too much fuss. Besides the fact that Gabriel had put a little gum in Anna's long red hair. Michael had practically kicked him out of the car while Lucifer helped remove the sticky pink stuff.

He was now sitting here bored out of his mind while his teacher droned on. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was at that beach in Florida they went to last summer. The white sand between his toes, the wind blowing his smooth black hair, the scent of the sea in his nose, it was all perfect.

"Michael Novak?"

He opened his eyes to see the teacher staring at him. He was afraid he'd been caught day dreaming, but she only looked at him in sadness. "Michael, we need to talk. Something has happened."

Only minutes later, with Lucifer by his side, they'd found out their mother and Castiel had been in a car crash. Castiel was fine for the most part, besides a few bruises and scrapes, but he was silent when people tried to talk to him. The poor child was traumatized, only clutching onto his father and siblings with terrified eyes.

Their mother hadn't been so lucky. She had died instantly, the steering wheel crushing her lungs and heart. Their father, Chuck, was in a daze, as if he hadn't realized that his wife was gone. He just sat in silence for a long time with a bottle of brandy and locked himself away in his office. Michael didn't say anything, he just tried to maintain as much order as possible.

The funeral was a week later. People from school, the hospital, and church came to see them. Anna had been clutching Michael's hand, staring at the corpse of her mother with teary hazel eyes. A woman had come up, smiling at them and saying how sorry she was for their loss.

If Anna hadn't been there, Michael was afraid he would have screamed at the lady.

This all led to where they were tonight on September 30, two days after his eighteenth birthday. They didn't celebrate it and Michael had found that he couldn't bring himself to care. Michael had been helping Gabriel with his homework when Chuck had come down the stairs, cell phone clutched in his hand. "Pack your things," he ordered. "We're going on a trip."

Michael frowned. "Where to?"

"We're going to my brother's house. Please don't ask questions, just do as I ask."

Michael stood to attention, silently ushering Gabriel out of the room to go pack a suitcase. He didn't pack a whole lot, mostly clothes and a few books as well as his laptop, cellphone, and IPod. He helped Anna and Castiel pack their things, the younger two being a bit fussy and curious as to why they were leaving. As far as Michael was concerned, he didn't even know his father had a brother.

They'd crammed their things into the van and sped off into the night, their house looking dark and abandoned when they left. Things were quiet, until Gabriel spoke up in a needy voice.

"Daaadddd, can we turn on some music? I'm booorrreeedddd."

Michael turned around in the shotgun seat, giving Gabriel a quick glare. "Stop whining. Why don't you listen to your iPod?"

"It died."

"Read a book."

"Books are boring."

Michael grimaced at his father's annoyed expression through the rear view mirror. He took out his IPod charger, handing it to the twelve year old. Gabriel flashed him a grin, plugging it into his device and settling into his seat. Michael sighed, looking at his other siblings. Anna was coloring, showing Castiel how to color inside the lines. The five year old watched intently, blue eyes set in concentration. Lucifer had his eyes closed, his head leaning on the window.

"Dad?"

Chuck glanced at him, jaw set firmly. "Hm? What is it Michael?"

"Who is Crowley? And why haven't we met him?"

Chuck's hand tightened on the wheel. "Crowley and I don't exactly see eye to eye. He didn't like me marrying Eve."

"Oh. I see."

The older man gave a tired smile. "But don't worry about it. Just look after your brothers and sister."

"Alright."

There was no more conversation after that.

"Michael? Hey Michael, wake up! We're here!"

Michael blinked his eyes open feeling Chuck nudge him in the ribs. He stretched, his legs and arms tensing. Chuck leapt out of the van, opening the hatch to get the suitcases out. Lucifer let out a groan, looking as if he wanted to go back to sleep. Michael didn't blame him; it was past midnight.

"Come on Cas, time to get up."

Michael unbuckled Castiel out of the seat. The child was surprisingly light, resting his head on Michael's shoulder as he supported him on his hip. All of them grabbed their grabbed their suitcases, staring in awe at the large house. It was more of a Victorian house, with a wrought iron gate and a gray stone fountain. Yet despite the grandeur of the home, Michael thought it looked…creepy.

Chuck walked up to the door, smiling reassuringly at his kids. A man opened the door, shoving back a large black dog. His eyes racked over Chuck with annoyance, as if he didn't want him there, before letting him and the others in.

"Well look what the cat dragged in," the man sneered. "Haven't seen you in a while Chucky."

Chuck flinched at the nickname. "It's nice to see you, Crowley," he looked over at his children. "These are my children: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Anael, and Castiel.

"Lovely," Crowley said dryly, his tone stating otherwise. "Seems like you and Eve never got over your obsession with angel names."

Castiel looked at Crowley with wide eyes. "Mommy?"

Chuck opened his mouth to say something , but Crowley let out a laugh. "Still thinks his Mommy is here, does he?"

Castiel's lower lip trembled, his eyes beginning to water. Lucifer glared, his hand tightening around Anna's. "Shut up!" he growled. "Don't talk to him like that!"

Chuck placed a hand on his brother. "Please Crowley, don't mention her name. It's only been two weeks."

Crowley simply rolled his eyes. "I really don't care if it's only been two weeks. She's dead, move on!" he looked at Michael, his eyes lighting in a strange way. "Your second oldest boy, Michael is it?"

"It's Lucifer."

Crowley eyed his brother. "Don't care," he stepped forward a little. "You need to learn some respect, boy. This is my house you're standing in."

Lucifer only glared. "I don't care. No one speaks to my brother like that."

"I could kick you out of my house right now."

"Do it then. Does it look like I care?"

Anna looked up at Lucifer, hazel eyes fearful. Michael nudged his brother, giving a silent plea for him to back down. Lucifer looked at him sharply before looking at Anna and wrapping an arm around her. Michael sighed, giving Chuck a tired look. "If we're going to stay here, may we please know where we're going to stay? We can't sleep on the floor, can we?"

Crowley stared at him, eye brow perched upwards. "I suppose I should show your rooms. But after the way your brother was talking to me, I don't think I want to."

Chuck looked at Lucifer. "Apologize. Please."

Lucifer only looked at the wall. "Why?"

Michael nudged him. "Just do as Dad says."

"But why? He doesn't deserve it. You saw how mean he was to Cas!"

"Lucifer!" Michael glared at him. "Just do it."

Their gazes met heatedly, Michael's gray blue eyes clashing with Lucifer's pale blue. They stared at each other, neither one wanting to back down. The room was silent, everyones' eyes on the two brothers. Finally, Lucifer turned away to face Crowley. "Sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't have been impertinent."

Crowley smirked. "Better. Now, follow me."

The Scottish sounding man led them down the hall, walking up two flights of stairs and down two hallways until they reached a slightly large room with three beds. "This is your room," Crowley said shortly. "Don't like it, complain to someone who cares."

Chuck gave his brother a thin smile. "Thank you, Crowley."

"Just keep your children under control. Don't want them sneaking around with each other, do we?" he gave his brother one last sneer before closing the door.

Chuck sighed. "I'll be in my old room. I'll see you all in the morning," he grabbed his suitcase, opening the mahogany door. "Goodnight."

The five of them stood in silence before Michael indicated to the smallest bed with the pink and blue quilt. "Anna, you sleep in that bed. Gabriel and Lucifer will share that bed over there and Castiel and I will share this one."

Gabriel made a face. "I don't want to share a bed with Luci! He has cold feet!"

"And Gabriel snores."

"So do you!"

"Why you little s-"

Michael clamped his hands tightly over Castiel's ears. "Enough! There are children in the room," he scolded. "Lucifer, why don't you share a bed with Cas?"

Lucifer snorted. "He moves around too much. And he cuddles. I don't do cuddling."

Cas looked at his older brother. "Luci doesn't like me?" his voice sounded crushed.

Michael kneeled down. "Of course not. Luce loves you, he's just being cranky," he glared at his younger brother, who looked a little guilty. "Since he's being crabby, why don't you share a bed with Gabe?"

Gabriel sighed. "Fine. Hey wait a minute, why does Anna get her own bed?"

"Because she's a girl. And since there's four of us boys, it makes sense."

Anna gave Gabriel a smug look and stuck her tongue out. Gabriel glared at her and Michael noted the devilish gleam he got in his eye. She would pay for this, that he was sure of. Michael only shook his head sadly, knowing there was nothing he could really do about Gabriel and his ways.

The second his body crawled under the cool mattress was when he felt truly tired. The mattress dipped beside him and he felt the cooler temperature of his brother. Lucifer had his back to him, so all he could see was his scruffy blonde hair. He closed his eyes, listening to the chirp of cicadas outside and the gentle breathing of his siblings.

"Michael?"

He opened his eyes when he heard Lucifer's voice, turning his head to face his brother. "Yeah?"

"I don't like it here."

Michael smiled gently. "Me either, but since Dad thinks it's best we stay here, then it's for the best. Besides, we have a whole house to explore as long as we stay away from Uncle Crowley. And we have each other too."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I still don't like it. I wish Mom were here."

There was an awkward pause for a moment before Michael responded softly. "Me too," he looked at the waning crescent outside the window. "But she's watching over us right now, I just know it."

That didn't change the annoyed look on Lucifer's face. "But why did we have to come here? It's obvious Crowley doesn't like us. And what did he mean by "Don't want them sneaking around with each other?"

Michael frowned. "I don't know. I just wonder why we've never even met this guy."

"Let's ask Dad tomorrow."

"No," Michael shook his head. "He's made it clear to me that he doesn't want to talk about it and told me not to mention it again, so I won't and you shouldn't either."

"Damn what he says, I want some answers!"

He couldn't help but grin. "Now you sound like Gabriel when he was three and Mom wouldn't let him buy candy," the smile tightened on his face. "We'll get answers. For now, we have to watch over the others. I don't trust Crowley."

"Agreed," Lucifer agreed, turning over on his side. "Well, good night."

"Good night, Luce."

Word Count: 2,582

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