The dark haired teen walked out of the old church that creaked with every step. He wore a black suit, with a blue tie that hung crookedly from his neck. A tan trench hung off him, and slightly billowed in the soft breeze.
Honestly, he wondered, how has this place not fallen down?
Micheal, his older brother, suddenly slung his arm around the youngests shoulder, smiling. He was the eldest of the many Novak children, and was also the tallest. His short cropped hair was a dark blond, an his eyes a light blue. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" Micheal asked.
Cas looked up at the sky, but could hardly call it beautiful. Sure, the temperature was warmer than usual on this October morning, but the dark clouds above them seemed to trap them where they stood.
"I... suppose," he said anyway, because he don't feel like getting into a pointless argument.
Their father (and the minister), Chuck, walked by them with a quick pace, beating them to the red minivan parked in the reserved parking space. "Come on, boys," he called. "Where's Gabe and Luke?"
Castiel and Micheal swiveled around, searching the nearly dispersed crowd for the two middle children.
Finally, they spotted the two blond heads, both snickering and glancing back to Old Lady Marge, who was slowly making her way to her small car.
Castiel didn't bother asking, since he knew his two older brothers - especially Gabriel - were tricksters. Besides, he figured he'd hear about it next Sunday anyway.
The family piled into the car, with Castiel in the front passenger seat for once, Gabe and Luke in the two middle seats, and Micheal grumbling in the back seat.
As Chuck was pulling out of the lot, and black Chevy Impala jumped in front of them. Castiel only got a glance at the driver, but it was enough to see the teenage boy driving. He had dark blond hair, almost brown, and a hard jaw.
"Stupid teenagers," Chuck sighed. "The Lord will be working overtime to keep him safe on the road."
"Couldn't agree more," Micheal piped up from the back seat, making Gabriel roll his eyes.
The rest of the short drive was silent, and when the Novaks returned home, the family slipped into their usual pattern. A nice, family lunch, the boys go to their rooms to finish homework or go out with friends, and they all eat dinner together together at 6:30 sharp.
The usual Sunday routine.
Except, tonight, something was different. The large, two story home next door was receiving new occupants. Castiel had watched from his bedroom window as the black Impala had swerved into the driveway, and that same teen step out. A younger looking boy climbed out of the front seat, and they wrestled in the front yard, playfully fighting to make it to the front door first.
Another man, older, most likely their father exited the house with a pretty blonde woman at his side. Cas could hear their laughter through the glass, before he closed his curtains and sat at his desk, prepared to tackle his essay.