Since We Were Kids Chapter 1, a supernatural fanfic

Title: Since We Were Kids - Chapter 1: Dean Winchester Hates Surprises

Author: November Glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Description: AU in which Sam, Dean and Cas are high schoolers. Mary is dead and John lives with his two sons, Sam and Dean. Dean has had a crush on Castiel since fifth grade, but Castiel doesn't seem to notice him. They have completely different friends, different interests, amd different lives, until the day Dean gets a shock and their fates collide, and any plan either had for their future is thrown out the window.

Rating: (first chapter) K

Warnings: FIRST CHAPTER HAS NO SEX.

Spoilers: Up to Season 4 (because Cas)

Ships: Castiel/Dean (Destiel)

Disclaimer: I'm not associated with Supernatural or the CW

Author's Notes: There's no sex in the first chapter because I was thinking of making it a longer story. If you like the first chapter, let me know, and tell me if you think I should make it a longer work (and how long it should be). All of my fanfics so far are short one shot sort of things, so I'm a little new to long term things, but I'll give it a try if you like.

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Dean searched the bleachers again. He'd already looked at least five times, but a part of him hoped Cas would come late (even though Cas never went to football games). Coach called him over to go over their play with the team. Dean joined the team and listened to coach give them directions.

"Winchester! Be careful, number 11 is a big one, you gotta be fast." Dean nodded. He was quarterback, and pretty damn good, too, so he was, as coach called him, "a valuable player."

Dean knew he was good. He always won, ever since he'd started football two years ago he'd been fast, effective, and now, as a senior, he had taken the varsity team to regionals. If they won this game they'd be competing for the state championship.

The game was a close call, but they beat the opposing team, just as Dean predicted.

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Dean turned off the shower, feeling refreshed. He always took a short shower in the locker room after a game. He may be an athlete, but he didn't need to smell like sweat all the time. He dried himself and got dressed quickly-he didn't want to keep everyone waiting. By now the field was full of students and families, all celebrating the Friday night victory. Dean didn't feel like celebrating, though. He'd really hoped Cas would be there, it was an important game after all. But no such luck. At least he had his dad, his brother, and his girlfriend there to support him.

His girlfriend, Lisa, was nice, smart, and pretty. Dean knew she was a catch, but… well then there was Cas. He'd had a crush on Cas since fifth grade, and after he'd come to recognise his sexuality for what it was he'd started dating Lisa in the hopes of fixing his attraction to men. It didn't work.

Lisa also provided Dean with a facade of normalcy, though, so there was that. If people know that Lebanon High's star Quarterback was gay… well he'd be cut from the team and his life would become hell (though having a huge crush on a straight guy was hell in its own way). Dean felt guilty for using Lisa like that, but he justified it by telling himself that he treated her better than most guys would have. He did all the right things: He brought her flowers twice a month and took care of her when she was sick. He sent her good morning and good night texts, the whole thing. He still felt bad, though. They'd been together for… what was it? Eight months? Yes, that sounded right. His eighteenth birthday was coming up, just at the end of the season in a couple weeks.

Dean finally reached the three. He gave Lisa a hug and a kiss, hugged Sam, and then his father, John.

"Dean, you were so good today! I'm so proud of you," Lisa gushed.

"Great job out there, Dean," John said, slapping Dean on the back. "You win these next two games and that's it, you're set for college."

Sam smiled at him, his long brown hair in his eyes. "Great job."

"Thanks you guys," Dean said as Lisa laced her fingers with his. "I'm tired. You ready to go home?"

They all agreed that it was time to go, and the three men dropped Lisa off at her house before heading home. When they got there, they all went out to the backyard and fired three shots into the air with John's revolver. It was a family tradition of theirs which had started in Dean's Sophomore year after his first win. After every win they went home and fired the gun three times in the air. Dean always collected a shell and scratched the date into the casing as a momento. It was one of the things he loved most that his family did-That and the monthly hunting trips.

It had been a good day and Dean went to sleep content. Later he'd be immensely grateful for that night of sleep, for the next day would throw his life into chaos.

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Dean rushed down the stairs, freshly showered and eager for breakfast. The breakfast after every game was his favorite and a classic: eggs, toast, bacon, and orange juice.

He sauntered into the kitchen, content and hungry.

His jaw dropped.

There, sitting at the table across from his father and next to Sam was a figment of his imagination, for he couldn't actually be there.

Castiel Novak was sitting in Dean's kitchen.

Holy fucking shit was all Dean could think. No, no, that had to be someone else. After all all Dean could see was the back of his head- fuck. Cas turned in his chair to face Dean, smiling at him. That's when Dean noticed Amara, Cas' mom and local news anchor sitting next to John. Everyone looked at Dean, all smiling. Why were they smiling like that?

John was the first to speak. "Good morning Dean. Why don't you join us?" Dean took a seat next to Sam, confusion written all over his face.

"Dad?"

John beamed at his son, taking Amara's hand in his own. "We have some great news: Amara and I are getting married."

And that's how Dean Winchester's life exploded.

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