So here's chapter one, thanks for the ideas guys – I finally decided on my first Fan Fic being a 'trails of the heart' sort of deal, as I combined all of your suggestions into one~
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I only own my characters, and all that good stuff~
This is my first fanfic, so be patient!
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As dean settled into normalcy back in good ol' home sweet shit-hole, he realized quickly that the thought of the trench coat kid was bugging the heck out of him. I mean, that was just plain weird. One minute he was standing with his friends laughing, the next he suddenly woke up in 8th period 4 hours later. All he remembers is the sight of that weird Novak teenager…what was his name again…Can? Cosmo? Condo? Cab…Cal…Ca…Cas…Castiel! That was it…
Weird.
Weird, weird, weird, weird, weird...
John had been more violent than usual, the whole 'your the reason for mary's death' thing was getting old too. Dean Winchester knew his father loved Mary, and Dean loved his mother too...but drunken violence is not the solution. Besides of which Mary wouldn't like how badly Sam and Dean were abused...
Eh, whatever – he'll just listen to some Rock and hope that it carries him on his wayward. So he popped the first tape he grabbed into the cassette player by his bed and gave the play button a good shove when it didn't push down the first time. The button was sticky sometimes, so you had to apply some serious force to get it to work for you.
When Led Zeppelin filled the room with Dean's personal favorite Ramble On the Winchester teen yawned, stretched, and sighed with content. This was his element; locked in his room in the attic, away from his father, away from school, away from worrying over his little brother Sammy, away from the worries of the estranged sensation around that Novak teen, away from all of it, and surrounded by nothing but Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Def Leopard, Alice Cooper, and the other great bands/artists of their ages he was completely at ease. It was a relief considering the fact that it seemed like everything was getting way to creepy lately.
The dark blonde shoved his legs out so that they hung over the edge of the shitty mattress he was forced to sleep on every night (in favor of his brother getting any kind of sleep) and pulled his hands behind the soft fuzz that settled on the back of the male's skull. The teenager fell asleep to the soft patting sound of the beat in Ramble On rather quickly as he's sometimes apt to do when it comes to Led Zeppelin. He always liked the artist, but it put him to sleep sometimes…not in a bad way…no – rather it was nice for him.
His eyes opened wearily when the alarm clock beside his bed struck 6 pm…that was when he heard the sound of Dream On by Aerosmith settle into the air. He didn't bother going downstairs to settle at the dinner table…there wasn't anything but Budweiser and a few grapes in the fridge. He'd have to take Sammy out to eat later…
It wasn't until a few blinks of his heavy eyelids that his phone went off in that god-forsaken pocket of his. When he checked it, it was bobby asking if he could come in at 7.
Ah, bobby, more of a father to him that his own was for the most part. The guy had given him a job, gave him a place to stay when his father got violent with him or Sammy, and put food in his mouth when his father doesn't do shit to pay for them in any way. Dean owed so much to bobby; he gave it his all when working at the guy's body shop. After a quick confirmation to bobby and goodbye to Sammy via text, he began getting ready for his unexpected shift.
He didn't complain though…when he went to his job, it was an excuse to get away from his father. He shut off the player, got shoes on, and changed into his work clothes. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, and then shook his head.
As he opened his window and started out his phone buzzed again.
Sammy had texted him back, asking if he could come with. When Dean frowned and his eyes softened upon the digital screen…he texted back in the affirmative. He knew Bobby wouldn't mind, especially not with that big honking bruise on Sam's face where his father had struck his brother. Bobby might be angry at John for sure, but he wouldn't stop Sammy from staying…especially considering what could happen when he found out Sam snuck out along with Dean.
Well…that is…if he found out. Usually as long as they were up in the attic or their rooms John wouldn't come looking for them because he found them a nuisance if they were near him.
When the brunette appeared with a hood over his face Dean frowned, came towards his brother, and removed the dark cowl. Sammy flinched as the fabric brushed the sore spot…
A growl settled in Dean's throat, and he balled up his fists. The spot looked purple and red now, and was larger than the older remembered it being. When Sammy's puppy dog eyes returned, Dean calmed himself…
Without any words exchanged Dean and Sam left the vicinity carefully, and started up the Impala. The Winchesters drove silently, not really saying much to each other in exchange. Samuel pulled up the amice again sometime along the way as the silence dragged on. They made it to the body shop at least 20 minutes early. It usually wasn't a long shift once you got in at 7, for bobby closed at 10.
No doubt Sol or Lunor had a problem and had to run again. As soon as the black muscle car stopped in front of the body shop Dean's hand landed on his brother's arm before the brunette could step out of the car, "Sammy…you shouldn't be afraid to stand up to him just because of this." The 'him' in the equation didn't need to be explained.
Dean watched as Sam's head tucked down under the hood, "You don't have to stand up for me, Dean…I made a-" He muttered.
Before Sam could finish the statement Dean interrupted, "Bullshit, Sammy – you shouldn't have to take that…and you know if I were to ask Bobby he'd say the same Damn thing." The eldest's voice went harsh for a moment, but quickly softened. "You're my little brother, and I'm supposed to protect you remember? I promised you that."
"I know…but we're not children hiding under the bedcovers anymore, Dean." Dean's brother looked over with an irritated tone, gray-green eyes showing up in the dim light of the lantern above the cars. "I mean – what you're…" In typical fashion Sammy had to pause for a second as if it was some kind of dramatic moment worth emphasizing. "You're 18 now…and I'm? I'm like-"
"You're 14, Sammy, I know…you're a teenager..." His eyes closed as he interrupted, "But whether you're 17, 14, 26, or even 5 – I'm still your brother, man. I'm going to protect you and…not to mention…what you did back there…that was sheer bravery, dude. I just thought you should know-" The older one got out of the car with a very final air to it.
Dean walked towards the shop, knowing that Sammy would follow by instinct. The guy turned the corner and walked into the body shop, yawning when he made it to where bobby stood and greeted him in his usual fashion. The shop was a well-sized place, smooth concrete on the floor, walls made of steel, and a great neon sign on top of the shop. Inside you were almost always greeted with cars of different varieties…today there were a few trucks, an SUV, and a small Audi. Nice cars, but still not as good as his baby…
No car or truck could ever stand up to his baby.
When Bobby returned the sentiment he noticed Sam's hood up and grunted, "What'd he do this time, boy?"
Dean's green eyes settled on Sam as he took his hood off slowly, kind of like that moment in the latter of the movie where the main character's stuck in the most dramatic moment. The red and blue mark showed itself and Bobby cursed multiple things all included their father, the wrench he was holding (that fell out of his hand), and everything under the category in the land of 'unholy'.
"Sam stood up to him, that's all." Dean's mind was churning like the oatmeal he sometimes had the royalty of eating with Sam on the days he actually did munch at home. "John over-reacted."
Bobby looked at Dean and then back to Sam, "Come here, boy." He gestured forward.
Sam shuffled his feet forward and Bobby sighed with blatant exasperation, "Go find Crowley, he can help you with the pain from that wound." And so Sam was sent off.
Dean watched his brother walk away, and then turned towards the bearded man, "Where do you want me to begin?" He got down to business, even if it was ten minutes till. His passion was fixing vehicles; he did it all the time when his baby was even slightly scratched, dinged, or dirty. He had to take care of her…she was his precious impala…
Supercatural ~ Superfactual ~ Superactual ~ Superintellectual ~
Two hours later Dean helped Bobby close shop for the night, and after popped a beer on Crowley's request. Dean wasn't 21, but that didn't seem to matter to the oddly dark gray haired adult. Crowley didn't drink them; he had more – quote on quote – 'refined' tastes. Dean preferred Budweiser, but he hadn't truly tasted anything else so I suppose that's all he knew and couldn't really judge another beer by its cover…
Crowley sometimes had a violent way of dealing with things, and could be a bit of an ass sometimes to be honest; however, once you got on his good side (as long as you stuck there) you had a pretty good chance of getting a good/safe seat as things unfurled.
Dean tipped the liquid back and chugged a good portion of it before leaning back on his Impala. Sam had taken a seat nearby on a small tan stump about 3 feet away, holding the bag of peas to the spot that was just under his eye.
Bobby soon joined them, giving Crowley a disapproving look before he too stood before the shop, "So what are your plans for tommorow, boys?" Dean's ears picked up the sound of Crowley's voice.
"Hope to hell we don't get hit again…" Dean muttered, uncommitted.
Dean almost thought he saw a flash in those hues of Crowly's…like a look of irony, "Why do that when you could have some real fun?" The male said, leaning back against the door of the Impala.
"Because fun with you usually ends with us almost getting killed." Dean drawled out blandly.
"One time…and it's not a rampage around the town this time-"
"What Crowley means to say is that I have a couple of folks coming over tommorow for dinner-" Bobby was interrupted as much as he interrupted Crowley.
"And by 'over' I'm guessing you mean at the Roadhouse." Was Dean's comment.
Bobby had an odd expression come over his face that was almost as if it was his version of blushing – as manly as that was. Yeah, Bobby was really pumping the testosterone; "At any rate…since you've been doin' good work here Dean…I figure I should take you and Sam out for dinner to get a little relaxation time…and a burger or somethin'…"
Dean knew this was Bobby's way of getting Sam and him away from their father, and he didn't mind the sentiment.
"Yeah, sure, bobby." Sam said before Dean could confirm anything. That settled it, they were both in agreement then…they'd go tomorrow.
"Great, it's at 5 pm, we'll pick you up at your father's house…"
As the two started to walk away, Bobby added. "Oh, and we're buying – so don't even think of bringing that wallet of yours Dean."
Dean gave a laugh, which was all the confirmation the Adult needed.
~Supernatural, Supermatural, Superex-lax-tural, Superinteractual~
The school day on Tuesday was pretty fast, nothing short of more shit to talk about and one teacher assigning homework. Dean's interest in the Novak teen's weirdness drove him mad; I mean what was it with that kid? He looked as ridged as a board sometimes (like a stick up the ass kind of stiff), and then others he seemed almost human.
That kid was just plain weird…
And come on – the way he talks…
It's like they're in the BC era! All the vocabulary and BS – he actually understood the preview they had of the Shakespear book they will begin to read for English Arts class perfectly…
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS SHAKESPEAR PERFECTLY! EXCEPT SHAKESPEAR…or Sam!
Shut up.
The fact of the matter was Dean was content to rush out of his locker faster than ever and meet Sammy as well. The kid was a freshman, but he was taller than most seniors…it threw people off, man.
Sammy seemed as excited as Dean felt for that night's trip, yet when they got home Dean looked over at Sammy and at the small white med patch under his eye he'd put up. When the teachers asked him what it was he was forced to say a baseball, while watching a game with Dean out of town, hit him. They really didn't want to be put into the system, because didn't trust that they would be adopted together. A horrible parent was better than Dean and Sam getting separated…
They had decided this a long time ago.
"Let's take the roof, we can get ready in my room…all you have to do is sneak to your room and back…not that hard." Dean said.
They'd decided after yesterday's events that avoiding their dad was a good idea. It was easy enough to get on and off the roof; they had a large trash can outside the garage that allowed them to climb up onto the low slanted roof. Then it was as simple as climbing up onto the small ledge just outside of Dean's window to get into his room.
Dean went first, and Sammy second…after they'd both climbed into the room and flopped down onto the floor they pulled themselves up and smiled at each other.
Sammy did a quick through the floorboards check that their father wasn't below before he headed down. The stairwell slowly was let down, Dean sliding it as quiet as he could so that it wouldn't make noise when it hit the pale floorboards below. Once the white steel made it down, then it was Sam's turn. The lanky teenager quietly made his way down before he began tip toeing towards his room. The wood squeaked under his feet on the very last step and Sam's eyes widened.
"DAMNIT I TOLD YOU NOT TO WAKE ME UP YOU FUCKS…"
Cover.
And.
Operation.
Blown.
"HURRY SAM." Dean yelled, knowing that this was worse than their father drunk. When their father was woke up and had a hangover…
LOOK OUT.
Sam took off towards his closet, and Dean lost sight of him. Dean knew he couldn't let Sammy get hurt again, so he'd have to draw attention away from the place. The roof was low enough he could pull Sammy up if his father broke the stairs again.
Dean took one of his small pillows and pulled his arm back like a crank. He was ready as soon as the pounding sound of John Winchester's feet made it to the floor just bellow the door to his attic. The pillow went flying out of his hand on command, hitting John in the back of the head. Dean wanted to destract him from his brother.
"You little shit-" Dean crawled back, and put his hands up above his head to take the blows that would have went to his brother otherwise. As soon as John made it before him he was struck hard. Two strikes and a beer bottle came crashing down on him with flaming pain that seared his nerves.
Dean thought he heard John fall back into a spluttering cursing spree as he heard shuffling and a loud bang. Arms lifted him in the air, and Dean's ears registered a scrapping sound like wood on glass. His vision was wonky, fading in and out…but he knew enough to know that he could see blood…
Oh no…had Sammy gotten hurt? Was that the sound he heard?
Then what was with the reprieve?
That was when he realized he was being air hauled out of his window, and he came down on the roof. Green eyes lifted through the blood to get a better assessment of the situation. Sammy was crawling through the wooden outline of his window, reaching and pushing on the broken and chipped white walls.
Sammy almost got through, and then he stopped…
Dean's eyes registered that John had a hold of Sam's foot, and wasn't about to let go.
Sam's shoe came lose and that was it, he flung himself down and twisted his ankle. The limb gave him a warning through searing pain after it went at that odd angle and popped, but he knew he had to get Dean out of here before his father came after them. Dragging his ass up along with Dean he ran down and jumped off the lowest point of the roof. A ten-foot drop made his ankle crack. Great, now he had a broken ankle…and the icing on the cake was that Dean went flying out of his arms on the lawn. He could have wasted time trying to get down using the damned trashcan route, but getting down wasn't as easy as getting up and he couldn't risk John catching up to them…for he was already rushing downstairs.
He knew this, cause it didn't take a genius mofo to figure it out.
Sam forced himself onto the ankle and walked on it. His foot twisted unevenly, and he cried out in pain, but he still managed to pick up dean and throw him into the Impala.
It was then that he stupidly realized that Dean's keys weren't here. Great…what now? Run all the way to the hospital clear that was clear across town?! He didn't have any time to waste, so picking Dean up he limp ran, as fast as his broken ankle could take him, around the fence on the neighbors lawn and hid with Dean in the bushes…hoping that John Winchester would give up and go back to drinking when he didn't immediately see them…
He controlled his breathing, covering Dean's mouth with his hand. Dean was bleeding a lot, and he knew he had to get to SPNC as fast as possible. Oh, and in case you didn't realize that stood for Supertown's Pain-relieving and Nurture Center. Basically it was the town's hospital/pharmacy combined.
He heard shuffling on the other side of the fence, and a few minutes ticked away before he heard his house door slam. Sam let out a breath of relief before he hauled Dean up painfully again and sat on his neighbor's lawn. That's when Sam saw a familiar dark truck grind to a hault before the house.
Bobby…
It was heaven sent…
But that was until Sam remembered that it was five. Yet as soon as Bobby caught sight of them he said something from behind the windshield that looked a lot like the S-word to the brunette.
That's when his ankle gave out and he landed face first, along with Dean, into the cement. The blow to his head, after all the trauma and pain, knocked him unconscious.
Supernatural ~ Superunatural ~ Supersadural ~ Superhatural~
Dean came around god knows when. All he remembered was the enraged look on his father's head as he struck him practically unconscious. That was when nerves struck…he was in a white room…
That meant medical bills he couldn't afford. Wait…
But more importantly…
Where WAS SAM?
The male jolted upright and accidentally ripped out a cord sustaining him. Alarms went off and his eyes drifted in and out of focus from his lack of energy trying to remain conscious.
A hand landed on his chest and pushed him back…
Then a needle was pushed into his body…
Pain caused him to grunt as his eyes adjusted.
The Novak kid was standing above him, expression worried. Wait…what was he doing here?
His eyes scanned the white area, which was when he saw that Bobby, Crowley, Mr. Novak, a woman he didn't recognize, and (his favorite teacher) Gabriel were in the room. Christ, where was Sammy?!
Dean got only more worried, and the heart monitor beside him beeped rapidly with his worked up heart.
The screen turned red and someone cursed.
He heard a deep voice yell in surprise, "He's going into shock…"
That's when Dean blacked out.
~Supernatural ~ Superfucktural ~ Superso-suretural ~ Superfantastical ~
Dean's eyes adjusted once more, the ceiling coming into view again. A poster was there with a rainbow that said 'believe in the good things'. How cute…
Not.
The blonde breathed softly, eyes lifting to a soft light. It appeared that the only people left in the room was that weird Novak kid and Bobby.
The old man was asleep, and the Teenager wasn't.
When he saw Dean start to lift his head it was like he was over him in an instant. Weird how fast that guy moved sometimes…
"Shhh…it's alright, calm down…" That's when it hit Dean that Castiel must be training to be a doctor or something. Probably for like…COE or some shit…
But why was he here so late?
Maybe he'd been called in before Dean's…well, arrival.
"Where's…Sam?" Dean choked, man his throat was parched. His voice sounded like a desert would if it talked - all cracked, gritty, and dry.
"Your sibling is fine." The novak teenager said, holding up a straw to his mouth. "Drink if you can…"
Dean took the straw not so gracefully, but gratefully none-the-less. It was a liquefied heaven that went down his throat and taught him a little more meaning to the phrase 'the liquid of life'.
"Cosmo…"
"Castiel."
"Yeah…whatever…look, my brother means so much to me…you sure he's alright?"
"He will be…for he's in good hands…"
"What do you mean will be?" Dean became concerned, and the heart monitor sped up slightly.
"You need to keep calm, Dean."
"Bullshit…tell me what's wrong with my brother!" The lines became rapid.
"His ankle was severely broken in different places…not to mention out of place…but they're doing surgery, and they should have him up on his feet in no time…I can assure you, Dean." Cas looked into his green hues with a very human glance. Dean relaxed slightly.
"How bad?"
"What do you mean?"
"The surgery, how extensive is it?"
"You love your brother don't you?" The brunette tilted his head, his eyes like he was looking deep into Dean's soul. It was a switch from that very 'business' like approach he had earlier.
Dean was taken aback, but then he frowned. "I have a lot of friends…but…there horse friends." Dean paused, and then frowned, "Sammy…He's all I have, honestly…and if I were to lose him…" Dean couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
Castiel's eyes softened during his explanation, "I can relate." He tucked his head down, and then said. "Can you lift your arm for me, I'm going to check your wounds for infection again…"
Dean grunted as he did what he was told to do.
Castiel mumbled quietly, noting things down on what appeared to be a small black Ipad.
"All teched up, huh?" Dean said for no reason in particular.
"It's the new thing…I'm still getting used to it…but I suppose, if I'm going to be a real doctor someday I should…"
"Are you in for COE or something?" Dean kept the ball rolling.
"Yeah, but it's not my first time working with doctors. My mother was one…the only reason why I can do this on my own is because I've already got previous experi-ahah…" He suddenly cut off the thought as he finished what he was doing, "…ok, I'm going to change the bandages on your chest, so don't be surprised if you feel a little cold to your skin…" Dean didn't know why he blushed so hard when the other lifted up the patient's shirt.
Dear god…
~Supernatural, Destieltural, Superfuntural, Superinfortural ~
Dear god…
He tried not to notice Dean's abs, but it was like trying to avoid an elephant in the room. Good lord this guy was ripped…
He caught himself and began the process of changing the large bandages on Dean's chest. The hard part of this process was that you had to be careful not to rip off the cords around the med patches. If you did you could harm the patient as well as the machinery.
When he heard Dean hiss in air, he halted, "How painful is it on a scale from one to ten?"
"One thousand five hundred and sixty seven..." Dean grunted hoarsely.
Castiel had to hold back the smirk. Dean could be a little charming when he wanted to be. Instead of responding to the answer, he lifted Dean up so as to take off the med tape on Dean's back that held the white cloth there. Castiel's face came close to Dean's chest, and his arms shook with the effort of holding himself back from acting on the infatuation he was starting to feel for the guy…the very hot…very strong…
Keep it together Castiel. He finally got it off, and Dean shifted afterwards even after being advised not to by Castiel during the removal. Dean's free hand landed on a pillow that he struggled to drag over, and eventually rested his hand on over the lower portion of his torso. Odd…
Dean's face was concentrated as Castiel stole a glance. He must be in a lot of pain.
"Arm was uncomfortable." Dean muttered, and Cas nodded. That's what he thought.
After another close encounter with the six-pack Cas wanted to have so badly, he straightened slowly and made sure he had control over his biological responses.
"Alright, you seem good to go, and your wounds aren't infected which is a good sign." Castiel redirected his mind, "I'll be back to visit you regularly, probably with a doctor tomorrow…and I know how much you love your brother…so I'll tell you more on his progress tomorrow."
"Thanks." Dean grunted, still having that concentrated look on his face.
As Castiel turned to go he saw that old man that brought the other in give him a suggestive look…as if he knew exactly what Castiel was thinking about Dean. The male ignored it and scurried out the door.
End chapter one
This was fun to write, mostly because this isn't going to be a twenty chapter long deal before Cas and Dean come together. This is a story on how they met, when they were together, and then latter. Get ready to feel guys, cause it may not be as sad as Twist & Shout, but it's gunna have it's moments where your going to tear up.
