For those of you reading I Want to Break Free do not worry, I will continue with it. There are only three chapters left. I just had this premise on my mind lately and wanted to take advantage of the writing fairy inspiring me today.
Dean Winchester sipped from a frosty ginger ale can, John handed to him a couple of minutes ago. The small Winchester family which solely consisted of three males: John, the dad and his two sons. Dean was sixteen and Sammy was 12. John finally decided to set roots somewhere safe where his kids could get to live a normal life. Dean fought with him heatedly last night. The teen wanted to drop out of high school. Dean wasn't set for the academic life like Sammy, the brain is. The adolescent wished to pursue his father's former lifestyle. John hunted supernatural beings since he himself was thirteen years old. His father, Henry taught him the trade. John was adamant that his two boys attend college and make something of their lives.
At the age of 40, John Winchester felt old and had no accomplishments to brag about. Yeah saving innocent lives from things that go bump in the dark was fine and dandy, but John would give anything to have enough money to provide for his growing sons. He'd been fortunate in finding employment as an auto mechanic in the small South Carolina town of Magnolia. His old friend Bobby Singer recommended him for the position. John couldn't wait to reunite with the guy. Geez it's been seventeen years since he last saw the bearded man. Bobby must be in his late fifties now.
Things were so different now compared to how they were when he last saw Bobby. Mary died in a house fire that was caused by a rare yellow eyed demon. John trained Dean since the age of six to hunt down the monster that killed his mother. Thanks to Azazel, that's the sulfur smelling monster, who killed his beloved Mary, Sam grew up not knowing his mother. He was six months old, when the horrific incident occurred. Dean was four and recalls his mother's long blonde tresses, her singing "Hey Jude" to him at night and her mouthwatering apple pie.
After a thirteen year old Dean assisted his father in annihilating the yellow eyed demon, John decided to take things slow. He still travelled across the country whenever supernatural cases popped up. John loathed leaving his kids behind in flea bag motels. Sam hated switching schools. The kid was a big nerd and actually loved school. Dean on the other hand, loved fixing cars, classic rock, pie and ganking things that go bump in the night.
Lucky for John, Bobby tracked them down through Facebook. Then last week he called him about the mechanic position. John was interviewed via Skype by Bobby's best friend, Rufus Turner, who owns the auto shop in Magnolia. Turner was impressed by the younger man's vast knowledge in automobiles and hired him immediately. Bobby assisted his old friend in finding a modest house for the small family.
Dean finished the ginger ale and throws the empty can at Sammy, who sits in the backseat with his nose pressed against the rolled up window. The kid is mesmerized by the passing scenery which consisted now of a never ending field of yellow evening primrose flowers. An old rickety wooden sign welcomed them to Magnolia, South Carolina. The town's population was a little under 1000.
Sam gave his older brother the stink eye, when the can hit his elbow. Dean chuckled. "It's about fucking time you pulled your ugly mug away from the window. Your nose was so scrunched up, you looked like a pig. Oink oink!"
John slapped Dean across the head. "What have I said about cursing, Dean Henry Winchester?"
Dean rolls his eyes. He pulls dark shades over his eyes. The sun is a fucking scorcher. It's the middle of August which is known to be the hottest month of the year down south. Dean turns on the radio and Lynyrd Skynyrd blares from the speakers. The teen accelerates and the Impala is soon speeding down the vacant road at 70.
"Slow down there, Mario Andretti! There are cops hiding around here. I can't afford to pay for any speeding tickets." John plants a hand over the steering wheel. Dean frowns before slowing down.
"Finally we are here. I hope our new place has AC. My pits are more humid than a swamp." Dean asks Sam to procure him another can of soda. Sweat streams down his temple.
"I read there's a swamp in the area called Hell Hole. I can't wait to explore!" Sam the nerd bounces in the backseat.
"You won't go by yourself. Swamps are dangerous. You never know what kind of creatures lurk there. So only way you will go to Hell Hole is accompanied by me or your brother. Understood Samuel?" John's eyes catch with his youngest hazel eyes through the side view mirror. Sam quickly nods.
"Where's the house again?" Dean inquires right before burping out loud. John smacks him on the back of the head again.
"Turn right at the end of this street and then make a left at the first traffic light. It's a block from there. I think the house is in Daffodil Road." John closes the small cooler they brought along for the road trip.
"What is up with this place? Everything is named after a damn flower. How gay is that?" Dean says.
"Shut up, jerk. You know nothing about culture. All you do is see the nude pics in Busty Asian Beauties and jack off to Japanese cartoon porn." Sammy sticks his tongue out at Dean.
"Why don't you come up here and make me, little bitch?! You get a raging boner just by reading an encyclopedia." Dean flips Sam the bird.
John's had it. His kids have grown obnoxious due to being cooped up in the car for two straight days. The sweltering heat is not helping. "The two of you put a sock in it! Dean, slow down. Our house is the light blue one in the corner."
"Looks really nice!" Sam is thrilled to live in an actual home. No more rinky dinky motels for the Winchesters. The house is a two story adobe surrounded by an honest to God white picket fence. The green lawn seems to have been recently mowed. A large wrap around porch is situated in the front. There is a bench on it.
As soon as Dean parked the car in the driveway, Sammy is the first one to fly out of the Impala. He waits impatiently by the trunk. John and Dean soon join him and the trio unloads their meager belongings from the trunk. John finds the key under a Welcome mat by the front door.
The house smells like lemon Pledge. The cherry wood floors are shiny. By the look of things, every crevice of the house has been cleaned immaculately. A velvet sofa and matching loveseat comprise the living room, along with a glass coffee table. A 32" LCD TV hangs on the wall across from the couch. A fan hangs from the ceiling. Dean instantly finds the switch and then pulls a string that sets it on.
Sam darts off to the backyard. He rapidly gets in the middle of a tire that swings from a thick rope attached to the bark of a large cedar tree. Dean takes in his surroundings. The smell of wildflowers that are scattered all around the backyard is sweet. The yard is huge. There is a picnic table in one end and an old grill. His mouth salivates at the thought of a thick juicy steak grilled on it.
"Dean, stop obsessing over bbq and come swing me!" Sam orders his older brother.
Dean chuckles at seeing his kid brother's shaggy locks flying madly while he swings him higher. John looks at his boys through the kitchen window. It warms his heart to see his kids so carefree. It's about damn time they lived a normal life.
Half an hour later, Dean volunteers to go to the market to get some grub for dinner. He also needs to fill up the Impala's gas tank. John suggested for him to go to Singer's Market. The place was owned by Bobby. Turner's Auto Repair was located adjacent to the market. It served as the town's main auto shop/gas station.
Sixteen year old Castiel Singer listens to Madonna's "Unapologetic Bitch" while he reads "Tied Up, Tied Down", the latest erotic novel he was devouring. He chews a large wad of watermelon flavored Bubble Yum. Thank God he was set to close his grandpa's store in twenty minutes. Last customer came by fifteen minutes ago. Since it has been a slow day, Cas has been able to read more than half of the book.
He fans himself. The hero of this particular book is a sexy cowboy, who meets the feisty heroine, who is into BDSM. His rodeo rope sure comes in handy for their hot sex antics. Castiel adjusts the small fan over the Formica counter. Today was turning out to be the hottest day of the year. The temperature went all the way up to 102 degrees around noon. Cas couldn't wait to get home, have dinner and then go skinny dipping at Daisy Lake. Castiel was so engrossed with the book and the music he was hearing in his iPod that he did not notice a stranger walk in.
Dean's shoulders deflated. The interior of Singer's Market was almost as hot as it was outside. He quickly grabs a basket and starts perusing through the aisles. He grabs a packet of hot dog buns and containers of ketchup and mustard and dumps them in the basket. Today he plans on grilling hot dogs. He finds a small deli section and fetches a tub of potato salad. Then he gets the hot dogs.
Dean notices a kid at the counter. The little guy is mesmerized by a book and is dancing on a stool. He smacks a large bubble gum bubble. The Winchester approaches him. "Hey dude, where's the ice?"
The kid ignores him. He flips a page and licks his pink and puffy lower lip. Dean has never seen a guy with lips like those before. Dean clears his throat and still receives no response. He becomes impatient and bangs a fist on the counter. The kid blinks and drops the book. He scowls at Dean before removing the buds from his ears.
"You scared the beejezus out of me!" The kid places an old Yoda bookmark on the page he left off.
"Dude, are there any adults here? How old are you…13?" Dean smirks.
"I am sixteen!" The kid stands up. His cheeks are pink. He stands at around 5'6.
"Yeah right, shrimp. Isn't it illegal to hire twelve year olds?"
The kid is furious. For some reason Dean loves getting a rise out of the guy. Blue Eyes retrieves a wallet from the back of his olive cargo shorts. He pulls out his license and slides it towards Dean on the counter. He picks it up and reads the dude's name first: Castiel James Singer. It says he is certainly sixteen and his actual height is 5'7.
"Odd name there Castiyell," Dean reads from the license.
Castiel clenches his jaw. He swiftly clutches the license from Dean's fingers. He pronounces his name correctly. Dean raises his hands in surrender. "Sorry man wasn't my intention to twist your panties in a bunch."
"Haven't seen you before?" Castiel starts taking the items out of the basket.
"Just arrived today." Dean stares at the guy. Now that they are closer, Dean can see light stubble cover the dude's jaw. Castiel has clear skin that is almost olive toned. His arms are slightly muscular. There is a tiny dent in the center of his chin. Dean's eyes travel upwards. Castiel's hair looks like he just rolled out of bed.
"Hello Earth to Mcfly! That will be 22.55." Castiel is waving his hands in front of Dean.
"I am Dean." The Winchester flashes Cas a bright Colgate smile.
"I didn't ask." Castiel bags all the items.
"Where's the ice, Cas?"
"Only family and friends call me Cas." Castiel folds his arms and narrows his eyes at the newcomer.
"Geez you are a feisty little thing. Where's the fucking ice, man?"
"Do me a favor and never curse in my presence. I hate using or hearing bad words. The ice is an additional dollar."
"Whatever"
"Ice is outside to the left. You can get it once you pay, big city boy."
Dean paid Mr. Sassy Pants. Castiel gave him back some change and handed him two bags.
"Can you hurry it up? I have to close the store now." Castiel locked the cash register and turned off the fan. He stuffs the iPod in his cargo pants pocket and grabs the book.
Dean is almost at the door. "You should be careful next time. An axe murderer can get in here and you won't even notice him until it's too fucking late. You can't be reading and listening to music when you are all alone."
"Thanks for the advice, Deputy Dean, but I can take care of myself." Castiel turned off the lights. Dean exits first. Castiel puts on the alarm and locks the door.
Dean jogs to the Impala and dumps the bags on the backseat floor. He returns to the front of the store to get the ice. He turns and sees Castiel getting in a pick-up truck. Dean smirks. "Hey you need a booster seat, Mister Sassy Pants?!"
Castiel scowls at him and sticks out his tongue. Dean is going to love getting a rise out of Cas every time they meet. The two of them will attend the same high school and who knows they may end up sharing a couple of classes. Dean groans when he remembers school starts in two weeks. Cas drives by. Dean yells bye at him. Castiel honks before disappearing down the dusty road.
The youngest Singer turns on the radio. He hums along to Taylor Swift. City Boy sure ground his gears. Just cuz he is hotter than a Hot Pocket and is from the city doesn't give him the right to be such a cocky son of a gun. Castiel tries not to dwell much on Dean's muscular chest and green apple eyes. And let's not forget about those plump juicy lips. Cas shakes his head.
Castiel is not popular in Magnolia High. He has two close friends Charlie and Kevin. The three of them are outcasts. Charlie because she is the only person brave enough to come out as gay, Kevin for being dirt poor and Cas for having two grand dads and always having his head in the clouds. Castiel's only escape route from his mundane small town life was getting lost in the romantic and sexy storylines of the books he bought at the Five & Dime.
He parks the truck in the driveway of his family's plantation home that the Singers built in the early 1800s. The house was no longer in its glory but Bobby and Rufus maintained the lawns and garden. The foundation remained sturdy. Castiel has a huge bedroom and en suite bathroom. When he was a boy, he loved chasing after dragon flies with the help of his two grandpas.
Bobby lost his beloved wife Karen six years ago to cancer. Rufus, his lifelong best friend, who even served with him in the army, became his constant companion. He looked after the store during the three months Bobby was in a deep depression and took great care of Castiel. The boy never knew his mother. Becky suffered from bi-polar disorder and one month after giving birth to Castiel, she took off and no one heard from her again. The identity of Cas' father remains a secret till this day. Bobby and Karen raised the boy as is he was their own child. Castiel was ten when his grandmother passed away. The boy had been inconsolable just like his grandpa. Fortunately, for them Rufus Turner became their own guardian angel.
Bobby and Rufus became closer than friends three years ago. Mr. Singer had never been interested in men but he first fell in love with Rufus' soul and personality. Then he got over the fact his best friend was male. Bobby got drunk on Wild Turkey, in order to grow a pair and declare his feelings to Rufus. Turned out he didn't have to. Rufus confessed to him he had always been in love with him; hence why he never married.
Castiel took the news rather well, when the two men sat him down. Cas was happy to have two grandpas, and explained to Bobby he was pansexual since he doesn't care about his partner's sex and more about Rufus' personality.
Cas enters the front parlor. The smell of fried catfish greets him. His mouth waters at the thought. Rufus is the best cook he knows. Bobby went fishing yesterday morning and caught four fat catfish.
"Take your shoes off, idjit!" Grandpa Bobby bellows from the kitchen.
Castiel rolls his eyes but obeys. He leaves the flip flops by the entrance. He enters the kitchen. Rufus is by the stove and Bobby is making iced tea. "Go wash your hands before eating," Rufus orders Cas.
Cas kisses Rufus on the cheek and does the same with Bobby. "How was everything at the store?"
"You weren't called by Sheriff Mills or the fire department." Castiel says before going into the downstairs bathroom.
"Sassy fucker," Bobby mutters under his breath.
Rufus swats his partner's butt with a kitchen towel. "Reminds me of someone"
"I can't believe I was feisty as that boy. That mouth is going to land him in hot water one of these days." Bobby places the pitcher on the kitchen table.
Castiel enters the kitchen and sets the table for three. Five minutes later, the trio is enjoying crispy fried catfish and Cheddar Bay biscuits. Castiel gulps down a tall glass of iced tea. He volunteers to wash the dishes since his grandpas were tired. Rufus' auto shop was busy this week with the town's school buses getting maintenance there. Bobby offered his services. That's why Cas manned the market by himself in the afternoons.
"May I be excused? I have been looking forward to going to Daisy Lake."
"Sure thing idjit…just be careful. Take the necessary stuff," Bobby told his grandson.
Castiel gives his two grandparents a military salute and leaves. He drives to the small lake within five minutes. The forested area that surrounds the body of water is surrounded by pine trees. The sun has already set. The only sound heard through the silent night is the chirping of crickets and cicadas. Dragon flies circle the edge of the water.
Cas removes the beach towel he hung around his neck and places it on the grassy surface. He slowly removes his clothes. The air is humid. The teen dips into the water which is heavenly cool. It soothes his hot and sweaty skin. Cas takes a few laps and floats in the water for a while. All this time he is unaware a pair of eyes from within the water have been following his every move.
Thanks for reading and I hope you stick around.