So I'm still trying to think of a good way to end 'I Can't Believe You're Gone' so I decided to start a new story. This time, wee!chesters and abusive John. Sorry if you don't like him. Anyway, reviews are always welcome and I hope you guys like the first chapter anyway so I can update more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural in any way. I just wanted to have a little fun with the characters.
Warning for this chapter: Abuse
Young 12 year old, Dean Winchester, walked out of the motel they were currently living at. He sat down on the cold sidewalk. His eyes darted over to a boy around his age, who was staring at him. The boy had bright blue eyes, and messy brown hair. What caught Dean's eye the most was that the boy was wearing a trench coat and his face was emotionless. He pushed himself off the ground and walked over to the boy. A smile covered his face as he stuck out his hand. 'Hey. I'm Dean.' The blue eyed boy looked into Dean's eyes.
'I know who you are. I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. I have been sent to watch over you.'
Dean shoot a glare at Castiel. 'Really? I don't believe you. Angels don't exist.'
Castiel tilt his head to the side, 'Why do you say that?'
'If angels existed, why would they kill my mom? Why would they bring me and Sammy into this life?' Dean 's voice began to raise. Castiel took a step closer to Dean,
'We did what we had to Dean. I'm sorry, I really am. What can I do to make you believe that I am an angel?' Dean shrugged, not looking away from the angel for even a second. Castiel put his hand up and put his index finger on the young boys forehead. The hunters, green, musky eyes widened as they appeared in a wide park, there was green everywhere. A man was flying a kite and looking at the very blue sky.
'Um, where are we?' the boy questioned as he looked over to Castiel, he saw a faint smile on his face.
'This is heaven. One of the people's heaven anyway. I find this one very peaceful.'
Dean sighed, 'okay, I believe you.' In a blink of an eye they were back at the motel. 'So, now what?' The angel shrugged. A smile grew on Dean's face, 'Let's play a game! Cowboys and Indians? I can go get Sam, he can be on your team!' he turned around but stopped when the angel grabbed his wrist.
'Please, don't. I would rather not be seen yet. It will make this harder to protect you if your dad knows of me.' the angel said in a low voice. Dean looked over to the motel then back to Castiel and nodded.
'So, can I call you Cas?' The blue eyed boy blinked but nodded. If Dean was right, he could of sworn he saw a smile appear on Castiel's face. They had spent hours playing Cowboys and Indians. Well at least, they tried to, Cas didn't quite understand. John pulled in the driveway and got out of the Impala. Dean looked over to his dad and back to Castiel, but the angel was no where to be seen. The green eyed boy walked over to his father, who smelt of alcohol and gas. John gave a glare to Dean.
'What are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be watching your brother? Get inside. Now!'
'I went outside to play for a bit-' the boy was cut off by his father grabbing his arm roughly. 'D-dad.'
'Do not call me dad.' John growled quietly. Dean simply nodded as his dad released him. He ran inside to find Sam, sitting on the couch, watching old cartoons. John walked inside shortly after Dean, he ruffled Sam's hair. 'Hey champ, how you doing?' The youngest shook his head and puffed out his cheeks.
'Dad, Dean went out for hours and left me alone!' That sentence earned the middle Winchester a deadly glare from his father. John looked back at Sam and smiled.
'It's late. Go to bed. You have school tomorrow. Your brother will be there soon.' Dean looked at Sam, knowing that his little brother didn't know anything that was about to happen. He tensed as his father stepped closer to him after Sam went to bed. 'What the hell were you thinking? You have to keep an eye on Sam!' John grabbed the boy by his hair and yanked him towards him. Dean's eyes widened as he was struck across his back, with a belt. He bit his lip and withheld the sound of pain that ever wanted to escape him. 'Now get your ass to bed.' John growled and pushed his son away.
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The next morning he was awoke by getting his stomach smacked, hard. He groaned as he sat up to see his father. 'Get ready for school or you'll be late.' Dean nodded as he threw off the covers and stood up. His back was hurting like a bitch but he hide the pain, there wasn't anyway he was going to let Sam see. Him and Sam both got dressed and made their way to school. The middle Winchester sat down at his desk when his teacher strolled in, with a wide smile.
'Kids, we have a new student. His name is Castiel. Everyone say hello.' The angel walked in wearing the same clothes Dean saw him in before. The green musky eyes of the boy lit up, a smiled spread across his face. 'You can have a seat next to Dean. Dean, raise your hand.' Castiel shook his head.
'No need, I know who he is.' Castiel walked over to Dean's table and placed himself next to the hunter.
'Cas, what are you doing here?'
'It were my orders to go to school with you. It would be easier to keep an eye on you.'
'Well no offense but you aren't doing that well of a job.' He groaned.
Castiel tilt his head, eyeing the younger boy suspiciously. 'What do you mean?'
'Nothing. Nevermind.' Castiel noticed how Dean moved uncomfortably, avoiding any contact to his back. 'Dean, what has happened? You didn't go on a hunt, did you? How did you hurt your back?' Dean shook his head and avoided eye contact.
'Castiel, really, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong.' The younger hunter said faintly, a weak smile on his face. The angels eyes widened as he saw a tear fall from the Winchester's cheek. He didn't know what happened, but he was going to find out what, and make sure it never happens to him again.