Ch. 1
"Your what?" "M-my sexuality, s-sir."
"We'll talk more in the morning."
"You're part of this family and without you... well, I think Sam and I'd end up killing each other."
"Confused? I am not confused, Dean! You're sick! I can't believe you would do this!"
"What I'm tryin' to say is, don't let go of what you already have. Love what ya got and try to understand it."
"Sam! Help!"
"Dad, he left me to die out there. He just stood there while the siren dragged me down! I begged him for help and he didn't do a damn thing!"
I can't stay in a place I don't belong.
"You've got the job."
"How am I supposed to not worry about a friend?"
"Shh. It's gonna be okay Dean. Everything's gonna be okay."
"Have I ever told you that you have the most gorgeous eyes?"
"I love you."
7 years later...
I heard the crash ring through the silence of our dark apartment, followed by a string of harsh profanities that would make a sailor blush. I opened my eyes and perked my ears, listening attentively. The clinking of objects echoed from the living room, heightening my apprehension.
I slowly untangled myself from the sheets and comforter and began to creep across the bedroom, muscles tense and ready to defend myself.
I turned into the living room, thankful that the intruder had his back turned. The man set down something, probably a picture frame, just as I came up behind him with the baseball bat we kept in the corner for safe keeping.
The blow to the back his head caught him off guard, but he quickly turned and counter attacked, hitting me hard in the chest and forcing me to drop the bat. I struck back and went for a blow to his abdomen, but his hand was already there blocking it.
He used my momentary thinking to knock me to the ground and pin me down.
I struggled against his weight, but couldn't. The intruder smirked down on me and I was about to flip him over when I recognized the face grinning down.
"Hiya Sammy," he greeted, green eyes sparkling just like I remembered them to.
"Dean..."