Dean Winchester had just turned 18, right before his senior year was about to start. He had a little brother, Sam, who was 14, a freshman at his high school. And then there was his dad. A man who couldn't see to let go of old demons. Instead, he chased them to find answers. Even at the risk of his own children.
Oh yeah, his mother died in a fire when he was four. He was just a kid, but that doesn't stop his father from blaming him for what happened.
Other than that, their family is pretty normal. They go to school, they come home, they bicker. Nothing weird there, right?
Well, except for the fact that they literally chase demons. That might be a bit weird.
Castiel Novak was only 17, but also a senior at Lawrence High School. He was an only sibling who lived with his father. He never knew what happened to his mother, and he didn't dare ask, either.
When he was younger, his father was happy. His mother wasn't there, but there was a woman named Anna who always seemed to make him happy. They weren't rich, and they certainly weren't complete, but it worked.
Things changed after she left. When Castiel was 12, she had got up and left one day when everyone was gone at school and work. Didn't leave a note or anything. He had always wondered if that's the same way his mother left, but he knew that it was the last straw of his father's sanity.
At first, he was quiet. He would sit in his room all day, not bothering to get up and complete simple tasks such as showering or even eating. Castiel would come home from school to find him in the same spot as he had left him that morning. He'd do his best for his dad, tried be there for him.
One day, he tried encouraging him.
He told him to get up, move around, go somewhere, do anything, and that's when he finally did.
He stood up, walked over to Castiel with a blank expression in his eyes, and that's when Castiel knew that he didn't even know this man anymore.
He punched his son straight in the jaw, blood immediately spilling out of his mouth. He pushed him until he fell, and he couldn't stop there. He couldn't stop slamming his boots into his ribs that were surely about to break. He didn't say anything, either. He just looked at him with that blank stare.
Castiel begged him to stop, he begged until he cried, but he didn't listen. He didn't know how long it lasted, but only when his father got so tired that he couldn't move anymore did he stop, walking right back to his spot as if nothing had happened.
And that's what Castiel tries to believe, it's what he makes others believe. Nothing has been happening for the past five years. Nothing at all.
A/N: okay so for anyone who had read this beforehand this is an introduction i'm gonna add in
sorry if there's any mistakes in here and i apologize for future ones!