Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine, and I have no right to claim it. Anyways, this includes male/male in some parts, and is generally Destiel and Sabriel. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this middle school AU!
Dean heard a thud as he passed by his brother's room, and he opened the door to peek his head in. "Sammy?" His voice rung out in the small space, and he found himself staring at the heap on the floor. "Sam?" He pushed the door open wider and light from the hallway spilled into the room and onto a bundle that hung off of the youngest Winchester's bed. Sam's back faced his brother, and his strangely long legs were still on the bed, causing him to be in what looked like an uncomfortable position.
With a chuckle, Dean squatted next to his brother. After checking to see how cold his hand was, the elder pressed his icy hand to Sam's warm back. Sam jerked away and into a sitting position, knocking his forehead into Dean's.
"Ow!"
"Fuck!" Dean rolled onto his back, holding his forehead. Sam was hunched over, doing the same, and the two glared fiercely at each other. "Jesus Sammy, that hurt."
"You could have turned on the lights, you know." Sam pulled himself to his feet and Dean did the same. The seventh-grader pushed his brother towards the door, and Dean made himself go limp so all his weight fell on his baby brother. "You piece of crap! You're heavy!" Sam dropped his brother, and Dean just barely managed to catch himself.
"Fine, I'll give you some privacy to pretty up," he teased. Sam scrunched up his nose and closed the door. Hearing the click of a lock, Dean hopped onto the stair railing and slid down to the floor below.
"Mornin' kiddo." John Winchester smiled at Dean, and the sophomore quickly figured out why his father was all dressed up.
"Hey dad," Dean opened the fridge, seized the orange juice, and poured himself a glass. "D'you have another business trip?" He tried his best to keep the hurt out his voice, and succeeded in only sounding bored instead of disappointed.
"'Fraid so." John ruffled his hair affectionately. "Don't worry, I'll be home before you know it. Its only two weeks this time instead of two months." He lifted up his fist, and Dean pressed his knuckles against his father's.
Sam lumbered down the stairs, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to lessen the mess. Sam smiled widely at his father, and Dean felt his heart give a painful thump as that smile slipped away.
"Another one?" Sam looked hurt for a few moments. "Will you be back soon?" Will you be back in time for my birthday? Dean knew exactly what Sam meant by that question. Sam's twelfth birthday had been missed last year, and Dean's sixteenth birthday had been missed. John had argued with his boss to get time off so he could be there for his sons' respective birthday, but to no avail.
"I dunno kiddo. I'll try my best though, I promise." John held out his left hand, pinkie finger stuck out. Sam had to trouble returning the gesture as they made a promise. John pats both of their heads, a sad smile replacing his cheerful one. "I'll see you two soon, I swear." Sam waved and Dean nodded as their father disappeared out the door. They heard the garage door open and close, and Dean held out his glass. Sam took him up on the offer and took a long sip.
"Don't be discouraged Sammy," Dean's tone was light and a lot happier than it should have been. "He said he'd try."
"He said that last year, too." Dean got quiet.
"C'mon and grab your shit." Sam looked startled for a few moments before going and snatching up his backpack and slipping on his converse.
"Why're we leaving so early? Its only six ten!"
"We're going to IHop, idiot. School doesn't start until eight, right?" Sam grinned and the duo went into the garage.
Dean pressed the button to open the garage, and a smile tugged at his lips as light spilled onto his baby and made it sparkle. The sleek black metal of the Impala lit up and shone, and a grin spread across the older Winchester's face.
Sam glanced at his brother, a smile working its way onto his lips. He started towards the passenger's side of the car, chuckling quietly to himself. "Don't get a boner by looking at your car." He had just opened the door when he felt a sharp smack on the back of his head. "Hey!"
"Shut up, Sammy."
Sam made a face, climbing into the seat. His gaze turned to watch the scenery pass by, silhouetted by the dimming moonlight. Colors blurred together and sped past as they picked up speed, and Sam faintly wondered how they did. As Dean slowed the car, Sam turned his attention back to the front.
Dean wouldn't even admit it, but he was a sap for softer music in the morning. Like, romantic music that the lyrics actually held some meaning. Gregory and the Hawk's Boats and Birds was one he had always been particularly fond of, as was the piano cover of Carry on my Wayward Son. Their mom sang that a lot when they were little, before she passed away from cancer.
It was a sore subject for the entire Winchester clan, so it was never brought up.
Dean slowed to a stop at the IHop, parking at the closest way out. The duo left their backpacks in the car and locked the doors after stepping into the warm air. Dean muttered something about rain, and he and Sam started towards the entrance.
It took about a minute for them to get a booth, and Dean seemed happy that the restaurant was close to empty. Sam enjoyed the quiet as well, and he kept his voice low as he and Dean ordered their food.
They consumed their pancakes quickly, glancing up every so often at each other. The duo enjoyed having one of those comfortable silences where all members of the party were aware they could say something, they just don't want to.
After paying the bill, the ride to the school was quiet and filled with soft chatter about school and singing along to the lyrics of whatever song came onto the radio.
"Alright, I'll see you later Sammy." Dean ruffled his younger brother's hair, and Sam smiled after shying away.
"Bye Dean. Want me to just walk to your practice?" Dean shook his head.
"I'd feel a lot better if you just hang out here until practice is over." Sam agreed.
"Okay. Bye."
"Later Sam." Sam slammed the door and watched until his brother had turned the corner, and started walking to the nearly empty entrance. He paused, watching the only two at the exit. The younger one looked about Sam's age, with messy black hair and pale skin. He had shadows under his eyes, which were the bluest pair he'd even seen. As his green eyes slid to the older male, Sam's heart skipped a beat.
The man, who looked to be a sophomore or junior, had the most beautiful golden eyes. They were like pools of honey, and they went along extremely well with his light, golden brown hair, which was slicked back. Sam watched shyly as the younger one embraced the highschooler, hugging tightly. The elder, Sam guessed he was the raven-haired boys older brother, hugged right back.
"Go on in, I'll see you after school." Sam gulped, feeling a lump form in his throat at the man's voice.
"Alright. Bye Gabriel." Sam pretended to tie his shoe as Gabriel walked past him, and then stood up. He locked gazes with the boy and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Hi." The boy shied away, looking at Sam with blatant distrust, and maybe a spark of hope. "I'm Sam." Sam held out his hand, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I'm Castiel." The boy was quiet, Sam could give him that.
"Nice to meet you." Castiel shook his hand, and Sam felt a shudder go down his spine. Jesus, this kid's hands were cold.
"Likewise." Castiel looked at the ground, looking suddenly interested in his beaten-up sneakers.
"Want me to show you around school?" Castiel looked startled at the offer, and nodded mutely.
"Can I see your schedule?" Sam started walking into the building, and Castiel tripped as he stumbled after the taller male. Hearing the crinkle of paper, Sam paused as he waited for the other to catch up. Scanning Castiel's schedule, Sam smiled. "You and I have every hour together except for gym." He handed it back.
"Oh, alright." Castiel glanced down at his schedule, where he had library duty instead of gym. He coughed, color rising to his cheeks.
"Hey Cas," Sam paused. "I can call you Cas, right?" Castiel nodded mutely, and Sam continued, "What do you play?" He gestured to the case in the boy's hands.
"Claranet."
"I do too. We can share music." Sam smiled and he was Cas stiffen as thunder boomed outside. Rain had quickly begun falling, and was hitting down hard on the pavement. Glancing at his wrist, he started walking towards the stairs that led to the seventh grade classrooms.
"Comin'?" Cas nodded furiously and raced after Sam, not wanting to lose sight of this potential new friend.
Sam spun in his combination, and got out what he needed for the day. After stuffing his backpack into the upper locker, he helped Cas do the same on his own locker.
"there's a trick to this one." Sam explained. "Hit the top like this," He demonstrated "while pulling the trigger." He did exactly that, and Cas stepped back to avoid getting hit by the locker door. "And walla!"
Cas let out a quiet laugh, and Sam helped him put his stuff in his locker.
"Thanks."
"Anything for a friend." Sam flashed a smile at Cas, and Cas returned it. Then the bell rang and the the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Sam scooped up his stuff and Cas did the same.
"Lets not get trampled." Cas ran after Sam, trying to avoid running into anyone. It was pretty easy, actually. Cas just had to keep right behind Sam, who was tall enough the part the traffic.
"We're doing a lab," Sam explained over the noise. "You can be my partner, if you want."
Cas nodded, not wanting to have to shout over the ruckus. He slid into the classroom after Sam, and picked a seat beside the taller one.
"And don't worry, its not as bad as it might seem."
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