Don't Let me go
"Hurry up, Sammy! We're going to be late!" Dean shouted up the closest set of stairs as he looked around for his keys.
"I'm coming! Just getting my backpack, Jeez." Sam hurried down the stairs and jogged to the front door, his backpack bumping between his shoulder blades.
"It's only the second day of school. It's not that important, Dean!" He added, as he unceremoniously slid past his elder brother, hoping to get there late anyway.
"Sam, every day of school is important. Don't end up like me, a damn grunt in the Army." His tone was becoming laden with exasperation. Sammy couldn't follow his path, he just couldn't, he deserved better.
Opening the door to the silky black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the two boys kept up the bickering about whether school was important. Sam Winchester was in his senior year, and he was still antsy. He wanted to leave, and only return to see his brother. He didn't want to live in Freemont, Kansas any longer. It was small, and everyone was too similar. He hated it. But he had to finish high school (at least that would let his older brother he wasn't going to be a total looser), and he tried to go through it as quick as possible.
Dean Winchester had finished High School four years prior, and had decided to join the American Army. He had thought about the Air Force, but he discovered his fear of flying on the way to the interview, so that was a no-go. He had already gone on his first tour to Afghanistan, and he had enjoyed it, to the degree that you could enjoy a warzone. He enjoyed taking orders, saving people and hunting the bad guys. His father was a Marine, so he thought he'd join the family business, so to speak. The only downside, you never really stopped being a soldier once you became one. You were one until you died. The only difference after retirement, was that death suddenly got a whole less gruesome.
The Winchester boys had lost both their parents. They lost their mother, Mary, when Dean was only 4 years old and Sam was a mere six months old, mercifully, too young to know what was going on. A faulty wire in Sam's nursery had sparked, setting the old home ablaze. John, their father, was only just able to save him, handing Sam to Dean and ordering "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean, go!" This was the first time Dean was ordered to do something and he hadn't waited. John had died in a car crash a few months previously. He was driving home from work and a deer had wandered across the road. They both died on impact. Sam and Dean had seen the car, and Dean had fixed her up. After the funeral of his father, Dean couldn't stand the site of the car that caused him so much anguish, so he began to smash the car the second he and Sammy were home. He hit her with an iron rod, smashing the windows and denting the boot. He regretted it after, as he had to repair them again. But it got his feelings out, and he had felt a tiny bit better. Deep down, both boys knew that the deaths of their parents weren't there fault, but thoughts of what they could have done to stop it all never ceased bouncing around their heads, never leaving.
Once Dean had dropped Sam off at the local High School, he proceeded to drive to the library to visit his best friend. His best friend sat there most days, researching for a book he was writing. Something to do with Angels and Demons, and some pagan gods thrown into the mix just for the hell of it. Castiel Williams, the famous young adult author, author of the century, young novelist of the year were among Cas' new titles. Dean felt he was very privileged to still be Castiel's friend, and even though they had been friends since Middle School, he still felt like he needed to be on his best behaviour to keep Cas around.
Dean parked the black beauty of a car around the corner from the library and walked the rest of the way. He knew Cas parked near there and so he decided he could walk Cas to his car later on when they left. The library wasn't a very big building, but it was beautiful. It was built in the Art Deco era, and was painted white. The wooden door lay open, and a friendly atmosphere was inside. Dean understood why Cas loved it so much in here. It gave off the feeling that you were going back in time, like you were going home.
Just as Dean was about to walk through the door he heard Metallica blaring out of his phone. Swiping at the screen, he gazed at the small machine. It was his Commanding Officer.
Authors Note.
Hi, I hope you guys liked the story. Please review so I can gain a little bit more confidence as it is my first fic to be published! Thanks so much to my beta - one-million-pieces-gone for her wonderful and quick work. Thankyou! Ok, thats all continue!