It was completely dark in the abandoned house, apart from a small, flickering light in the corner. It was really cold in there, too. Even though that could probably be blamed on the cold December weather, he didn't want to take any risks. The room he was in had an unpleasant smell and he had no doubt that the yellow dust by the light was sulfur. Perfect horror movie scenario, he thought. If he hadn't been nervous already, he definitely would have been then.
Blaine was out hunting by himself, it was his first hunt without his dads or uncle. To say he was nervous was putting it lightly, so the sulfur definitely wasn't doing him any good. His hands were trembling, and he just couldn't relax long enough to actually look for anything more important. His dads had said that it was a bad idea, with him "only being seventeen." But his uncle Sam had backed him up and he was eventually allowed to go. Now he was having second thoughts though. Maybe he wasn't ready? He had no idea what he was looking for, besides the sulfur. Sam had said it would probably be a ghost. But since Michael had escaped you never knew what you were facing anymore, and now Blaine had no step-by-step plan. He knew how to handle ghosts, but demons? No, they were a bit too advanced for him.
His dad always tackled the deduction and the actual killing of the demon or whatever it was they were hunting. Dean and Cas both tried to raise him differently than Sam and Dean had been. They tried to stop hunting altogether when Blaine was a kid. Mostly because they didn't want him to be raised in a world that looked a lot like hell, but also because they wanted to keep him safe. They didn't want to take any risks that could harm Blaine in any way. They tried, and they failed. He was kept out of the whole apocalypse 2.0 thing, but by then he was old enough to at least understand what was going on.
He was ten when his dads took him on his first hunting trip. It was just a vengeful ghost outside of New York but still, it was a huge thing for little Blaine.
Ever since then he'd only been on trips involving ghosts. Cas had refused when Sam tried to take him to fight a shape shifter when he was 14 and Dean had said they didn't really want him doing the family business. That their family line of hunters would stop at him. At the time, Blaine took it as an insult, but now, he was more experienced and understood why they had said that. The family business was dangerous.
So, when he found himself alone in abandoned house with signs of demons, he was having a hard time staying calm. To say the least. He knew all about what was happening around the world. The irregular storms, the hell gate in Australia, everything. So he knew that taking down a demon in the middle of nowhere was almost as easy as it could get these days. That didn't mean he wanted to though.
He warily went over to the light just to double check that it was, in fact, sulfur. Which it was. Trying to avoid casting any shadows, he walked back over to the entryway. He looked across the deserted living room and thought, I really don't want to face a demon, please don't let it be a demon. He kept repeating the last sentence over and over until he was dragged out of his thoughts by a familiar tune.
Grabbing his phone hastily out of his back pocket, he looked at the caller ID. It said Dad #2. He silently chuckled. It was a thing he'd made up years ago. He usually called Dean "dad" and Cas "papa", but whenever he wrote about them in class, he had been told it was confusing for the other students. So he had just started to write Dad #1 and Dad #2 and it had stuck with him. He pressed the green answer button.
"Hey." he said as quietly as he could while making his way outside. In front of the house there was nothing to see but a gigantic green forest. You could barely see the main road through the trees now that it was dark. It was also freezing. Blaine shivered and wrapped his free arm around himself, trying to maintain his body heat. Freaking December, he thought.
"Hey, buddy. Everything going okay out there?" Cas asked. He tried to say it with a smile on his face, but Blaine could hear the hesitation in his voice. He was worried. Of course he was. With everything happening right now he too would be worried if Cas or Dean went out on a hunt alone.
"It's going great, I guess." Blaine replied with a sigh. He was far enough away from the old house to speak with a regular voice now.
"You guess? Are you sure? I can just hop in the car and come get you if you want me to." Cas suggested.
"Yeah, no, I mean- I'm pretty sure it's not a ghost, I think it's a demon. But if it's okay with you I'd rather not finish this job. I'm still not so good at the whole exorcising demons thing."
To be honest, Blaine was terrified. He wouldn't say that though.
Cas let out a sigh. Thank god, he thought. He knew sending Blaine out alone was a bad idea. Especially when they weren't even hundred percent sure of what they were facing. Not just in that old house, but in the entire town.
"That's fine. We're not going to judge, you know that. Tell you what? I'll meet you by the Lima Bean in twenty minutes and then we can get coffee and talk about... stuff." Cas said to his son. Stuff? He wasn't talking about- no, that couldn't be it. Blaine's thoughts went wild. He doesn't know does he?
"Uhm, okay. Sure, that sounds fun. I'll meet you there." Blaine mumbled and hung up.
There had been signs that his dads may have picked up on, but they're weren't the brightest people on the planet, so for all Blaine knew, Cas could have been talking about literally anything.
He decided to ignore it for now. He tucked his phone away and slowly started towards the main road. The sky was gray and the air was heavy with rain. Just like it always was this time of year. It sucked. Wasn't there supposed to be snow in December?
The path was full of mud and Blaine had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid getting dirt on his shoes. It didn't work though, he would have to blackmail his uncle Sam to wash them for him.
By the time Blaine reached the road he had managed to calm himself down from his mini freak-out. He retrieved his skateboard from under a nearby tree. The board had been a gift from Dean on his 12th birthday. He never really learned any advanced tricks, but he regularly used it to get around town when he couldn't borrow the car.
He jumped on the board and cruised down the old road into Lima.
Blaine hopped off the skateboard and grabbed it swiftly. He had arrived at the Lima Bean in just under ten minutes since it was Christmas break and the streets were empty. He always loved it when they were empty, he loved just rolling down the middle of the road without worrying about anything at all. Though he did have to listen closely for any incoming cars.
The sun was peaking through the clouds and that was apparently all it took for the ground to semi dry and the air to smell much, much cleaner. He went over to the entrance and just stood there, with his arms crossed and board between his legs, looking across the parking lot to see if Cas had showed up early. He hadn't.
Blaine let out a sigh and strode over to the nearest bench. It was located right near the entrance. He sat down and discretely started people watching. There were few people in the parking lot. They were all likely at home with their families decorating the house last minute, or wrapping up their gifts – definitely not at a coffee shop at seven pm two days before Christmas. He spotted a girl out with her boyfriend, they both looked his age, maybe a year younger. They stood with their arms around each other, looking like they were blocking out everything but themselves. Blaine silently wished he had someone to do that with, but stopped the thought immediately, he couldn't afford to get that close to someone. At least that's what his dads had told him.
The slam of a car door brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up towards the sound and for a minute he thought he must have fallen asleep and was dreaming, because the person who had slammed the door was walking towards him – or the building, but, same thing – and he was the most beautiful man Blaine had ever laid eyes on. He looked like he still went to high school, but at the same time he looked like a Hollywood actor. As he got closer Blaine tried not to stare creepily, he really hoped it didn't look creepy. The boy – man? - had perfect porcelain skin. His hair was sort of brown and perfectly coiffed. Blaine found himself wondering how long it took for the guy to get ready in morning. It must be hard work to look that good everyday. He wore a simple button up with a scarf and dark jeans. Blaine couldn't stop staring. By now he was absolutely sure he was getting creepy.
He finally realized he must have looked like an idiot, so he tore his eyes away and looked down, feeling the faint blush in his cheeks.
He had always been comfortable with himself, he had never hid the fact that he was gay to anyone, if someone asked him about it he wouldn't lie. That had never happened though, and he's never had a boyfriend to share with his family. So yeah, he was technically out, but nobody knew. His dads and uncle wouldn't mind of course, he knew that, so he really had no reason not to be entirely out. Except for the fact that he was scared shitless of being an out and proud guy in Lima, Ohio. That was a minor fact he simply couldn't ignore. He had heard of the trouble his dad – Dean – had ended up in when he came out, and he didn't want to put himself – or his family – through that. Well, preferably not now at least.
Blaine heard the guy walk past, but since he wasn't looking, he didn't know that the guy had done a double take himself when he first saw Blaine sitting there, in his used hunter jacket and worn jeans, his hair making him look like he just woke up – curly and all over the place.
When Blaine dared to look up again the guy had disappeared into the shop. Letting out another sigh, Blaine stood up and started for the door. It didn't look like Cas was going to be on time so he might as well get coffee without him, he thought.