Chapter 1 : New Beginning

The ringing of his phone brought Dean back into consciousness. " This better be good Sammy." He grumbled softly and blinked a couple of times, staring up at the ceiling of his room as he placed his phone against his ear, hearing a sigh of relief at the other end of the line.. It was still dark out, he noticed as he sat up and leaned against the headboard. He turned his attention to Sam's voice and tried to make sense of what he was trying to say.

"...so yeah, I was wondering if you could do that for me." Sam finished, sounding incredibly nervous.

"Do what?" Dean yawned and rubbed his eyes. He looked over at the clock and let out a small groan, closing his eyes. "Do you realize what time it is? What the hell are you even doing up, Sam?"

"Can't sleep. School starts in a few hours" His brother replied, sounding way too excited for three o'clock in the morning.

"Did you hear what I said about my friend?"

"Not really, no."

Sam sighed. "His name is Castiel. He used to live down the street from us? I don't know if you remember him. You do a pretty good job at ignoring people who don't have huge breasts - "

"Hey, that's not true!" Dean protested even though he knew it was...kind of true. Just a little bit though.

"Anyway, he needs a place to stay. He's going to the same school. He's in year two of medicine though and the dorm situation hasn't worked out so well for him last year. It was too loud for him and he had a crappy roommate... and I just thought since you live alone in that apartment and have two bedrooms, maybe you could share?"

"Oh, are you serious? I don't even know the guy! He could be a serial killer for all we know!"

"Dean...don't be ridiculous. He's probably the nicest guy you'll ever meet and he's not loud. All he needs is a room in a quiet house close to school. He can't afford to live on his own but he's willing to use his monthly allowance to pay for the bills and whatever else that's required."

"Sammy - " Dean started to protest then Sam jumped in quickly, not letting him get out another word.

"Please, Dean? I'll owe you. You have no idea how miserable he looked when he told me...Just try it? For me? And if you guys can't live together then that's fine, he can move out, no hard feelings. I promise. "

"Yeah and where is he going to go? I'm pretty sure this is a whole year commitment here."

Dean sighed and didn't say anything else, thinking about it. He was looking forward to living alone but who was he kidding? He had no use of the other bedroom and he really wouldn't mind the company if Castiel was as quiet as Sam said he was.

There was a long pause between them then Sam asked, "So? Will you do it for me?" He sounded unsure, like he expected Dean to say no, even though he should know better by now.

Dean rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Give him the address. I'll be home all day today so he can move in as soon as he wants. You owe me big, little brother."

Sam squealed over the phone. "Thanks, Dean!" Dean smiled at the obvious happiness that he could hear in Sam's voice and was probably showing on his face. "I'll probably come with Cas. Just to introduce you two and make sure you won't bully him or something."

Dean rolled his eyes and muffled another yawn. "Great. Can't wait to see you. Now let me sleep."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, okay. Night Dean."

"Night. You know the address right?"

"Yep, 221B Baker Street. Right?"

"Yep, that's it. Okay, hanging up now. See you later."

"Okay, night!"

Sam hung up and Dean put away his phone, sighing softly and shaking his head. He tried to go back to sleep but after fifteen minutes of shifting from one side to the other, he gave up with a frustrated sigh and got up, mumbling. to the empty room. "Dammit Sammy, couldn't you wait a couple more hours?"

He walked slowly to the other room and pushed the door open with his foot, listening to the door creak in protest. He frowned at the layer of dust covering the floor and sighed. He definitely needed to clean the room before Sam's friend could move in here and what the hell was that smell? It smelled as if someone died in there.. Damn. Wasn't he lucky? Everyone knew how much he just /loved/ cleaning.