Hey guys! So this is my first time writing any kind of fan fic, so if you're unhappy with it, don't read it. I'm not the best writer out there, but I enjoy it from time to time. I do encourage you to at least try it though! I would love some criticism too :)

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Castiel listened to the springs of his mattress creak under his weight as he sat down. He rubbed his eyes and laid down with a sigh.

Life wasn't exactly "peachy" for the 15 year old Castiel Novack. Living in random foster homes every couple months, only to pack up and move back to the orphanage was exhausting. He'd only been back a few days when Mr. Crowley, the director of the orphanage, kindly informed him that he would be moving once again.

Going to live with a new family was always rough. The few friends he had lived at the orphanage, and they moved just about as often as he did. Then there's the factor of the family. If they have other kids, pets…weird habits. But, the worst part? The new school.

Castiel wasn't the social type. Making friends was one thing that didn't come very easy to the teenager. Despite the fact that Castiel was always at the top of his class wherever he went, no one really paid much attention to the quiet blue eyed, brown haired loner. He might as well paint a target on his forehead.

"DINNER!"

Castiel heard Crowley call. With an exaggerated sigh, he raised himself from the paper thin bedding to join the rest of the teenage orphans for another dreadfully prepared dinner.

~.~.~.~

Dean placed another rose on the grave of his younger brother, letting a tear fall. Dean read the tombstone for the hundredth time before leaving his mom and dad to grieve.

Adam Milligan Winchester

September 29th 1990- September 4th1993

Son|Brother

Always Remembered, Always Loved

As Dean walked back to the car, Sam caught up with him.

"Dean, do you think mom and dad are doing okay?"

it had been 10 months since the accident. Dean couldn't help but think it was his fault, no matter how many times anyone could tell him otherwise.

He was supposed to be watching him. He was only inside for a few minutes getting a drink, and he didn't hear the splash.

By the time Dean got outside, it was too late.

He dragged Adam out of the pool to try CPR after yelling to Sam to call 911.

Telling his parents was the worst part. Watching your mom fall apart because of something you could have prevented puts you in a dark place that multiple therapists and medicines couldn't even shed light on.

"They're doing fine. They just need a little more time adjusting."

with Sam only being 10 at the time of the accident, it was hard for him to understand the loss they'd suffered.

They both climbed in the car and patiently waited for their parents to finish, and doing so on a hot summer day in June was becoming more difficult by the minute, especially with Sam nagging the whole time.

"Hey Dean, you know what I wanna be when I grow up?"

Dean let out a grunt, while picking at them hem of his shirt, not really in the mood to converse with his younger brother.

"A lawyer."

Sam said with confidence, slowly wandering into a daze, thinking about his future as a lawyer.

"Well, shouldn't be too hard. You're already a bloodsucking leech."

Dean teased with a smile.

"Shut up jerk! You know you love me."

Sam jokingly threw him a seductive wink.

Dean just tousled his hair, knowing that Sam was the one that got him through the worst part, after the accident. He cared for his little brother more than anything, and knew he had to stay strong for him.

Dean's thought was interrupted with the opening of a car door, and soon, they were on their way home.

As they pulled into the driveway, Mary, their mom, finally spoke the first words since they stopped at the cemetery.

"Why don't you boys don't get washed up for dinner. We have something very special to share with you guys tonight!"

She said with a wide smile, glancing over at John, their dad.

Dean stole a glance at Sam, who was looking at his older brother in confusion. The last time Mary said that, it was to announce the arrival of their new brother.

As Dean and Sam were climbing the stairs of their two story home in Lawrence, Kansas, Sam spoke up, which Dean was expecting.

"So… what do you think it is?"

Sam said, treading carefully. He could tell Dean was a little down after their visit to Adam.

"I don't know Sam, maybe they've finally decided to trade you for a new dog."

Dean replied sarcastically, although a little bit of annoyance laced his tone.

Truth was, he was just as curious as Sam.

What COULD they want? Especially after a visit like that.

He thought, as he felt the nerves bubble inside his stomach.

~.~.~.~

"Dinner was great, Mary."

John said, throwing his napkin on top of his half eaten pile of corn.

"Thanks dear."

Mary replied, a little bit giddy. Sam and Dean exchanged another nervous glance at each other.

"It's been so hard to keep it in! I'm so excited to tell you boys what me and your dad have decided."

She grabbed her husband's hand, lovingly. John responding with a smile. Dean saw something in his forced smile, though. Almost like something he didn't want to happen was about to be let out into the open.

"Me and your father have been discussing this for a while, and we've finally come to a decision. We're… going to be foster parents!"

Mary let out a sigh of relief and prepared herself for the repercussions.

"Is this about Adam?"

Dean blurted out, without even thinking. He watched his mother's smile fade, knowing the damage he probably just did to his mom's heart.

"Excuse me for a moment."

She murmured quietly while standing up and quickly making her way to the bedroom.

"Dean Winchester! Do you realize how much thought your mother has put into this? This was a big decision for her to make, and she was very nervous about telling you. Please, do not be so close-minded and give it a chance, just to make your mother happy. When she comes back in here, apologize. Is that clear?"

Dean couldn't argue with his dad, and quietly sighed, defeated.

"Yes sir."

Just as he finished, Mary made her way back into the dining room.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm just a pessimist. Don't mind me. I'm glad you're doing this. I think it'll be good for you."

He said with a forced smile.

As he got up started to hike up to his bedroom, he began to think about what it might be like. Maybe it would be someone his age, someone he could get along with. He promised himself to have an open heart about it, and not totally shut the person out.

Hey, maybe it doesn't have to be so bad.