Destiel
Chapter 1:
The worst feeling was when he tried to kill me. The blade slamming into my chest. I knew that He could not help himself, he was not him. But it still hurt. He was not The Dean Winchester I used to know. This was a monster, this was a demon.
The moment I was born, I was told to watch over the Winchester family. The angels told me it was a very big responsibility, but I would have a long time before they would be born and I would become their angel.
When Dean Winchester was born, I began my duties. Once when he was three, he fell and scraped his knee, no matter how much he wailed, his father would not help him. I came down when John was out, and mended his knee. He looked up at me and smiled. I could not help but smile back. His light green eyes were so beautiful at that age.
Then Sammy was born. I tried my hardest to warn Dean about the yellow-eyed demon that would come on Sammy's six-month birthday. But every time I tried to warn him, he would curl up on the floor in pain from witnessing my true form in Heaven.
On the night of Sammy's six-month birthday, the demon came in and killed their mother. After that night, Dean was not himself, he used to be such a happy kid, but then they began having to move around because of hunting. Every time they found something they thought was a hunt, John would take them along and throw them into a motel room and leave until he finished the job.
Dean looked after Sammy, but he was only about 10. Sammy's childhood was filled with lonely nights and thanksgivings of spaghetti O's. Every once in a while I would give Sammy a little nourishment when Dean was out and he hadn't eaten yet. But I knew that it wasn't Dean's fault.
When Sam began to finish school, he started up talk about being a lawyer. At first, Dean was extremely reluctant, as was John. But over time, and as Sam began to get straight A's, and went to extracurriculars every day. By the time he was in his last semester of being in high school, he got a scholarship to Stanford University. Their father would not allow it, but Sammy ran away when John was on a hunt. He came back and Dean was trembling on Sam's bed, trying to figure out a way to explain it. John did not take this lightly, they drove over to stanford, and took Sammy back home.
John hit Sammy, and yelled at him for running away, he took away the car keys. Sam said he didn't want to be a hunter, and that he would rather be an orphan than a hunter. John then said, "Fine, but when you leave that door, don't you EVER come back through it!" and with that, Sam left.
Dean was left alone until years later when John left for a hunting trip for a long time and didn't return his calls. Dean decided he needed to have Sammy with him. He left for Stanford and walked into Sam's apartment.
He heard creaking down the hallway. He chuckles to himself, thinking that he would scare him. Sam walked around the corner, and jumped onto Dean. Dean dodged and Sam slammed onto the floor. Sam wailed and shoved at Dean, but Dean was bigger and stronger. Sam gasped for breath and the lights flicked on. Jess walked in and Sam looked confused up at Dean. Dean let go of him, smiling his goofy smile. "Dean?" Sam asked. Dean nodded and stood up.
He told Sam that their father hadn't been home in a few days. He didn't seem to care. So Dean told him that their father was on a hunting trip and he hadn't been back in a few days. Sam told Jess to wait in the bedroom. He asked Dean many questions about how he was and what they had been doing.
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