An Angel a Day Keeps the Cancer Away
Chapt 1
Dean's POV
On May 11, 2012, I was making my way home from the high school, alone of course. No one ever wants to walk home with the gay kid. Yes, surprise! The son of the police officer, John Winchester has a gay son, who would have guessed that, certainly not Mr. Manly Man himself or my old football teammates. Before my pity party goes to far mw pocket buzzed and I expected a text from my older brother Sammy who was in college, he used to always text me inspirational lines from the books he read to help me keep my head up. Instead, it was a text from my only friend Garth, that sadly due to the unfairness that must always be thrust upon me had to transfer to the other high school. Quickly, I unlocked my phone to read what he had to say.
"Get home NOW! Someone on my way home said that the 'Demons' are looking for you."
The hair on the back of my neck stood up on end, earlier this week I had, yet again, been at the wrong place at the wrong time. The Demons if you were not aware are the toughest and largest gang in the whole Lawrence area. I saw two of them grabbing a women in the street and threatened to stab her if she didn't give them her bag. She was tough and they honestly messed with the wrong girl, as she managed to get some nice kicks in until I came to help finish them off. After some real badass action from both of us they ran off. One with a gushing nose and the other with what looked like a broken arm. The woman was a bit frazzled after they fled but regained herself to say thank you for showing up. I found out later her name was Meg while we called the cops on the two would-be thieves. My father was one of the first ones on the scene, and for a split second he actually looked proud. But then he said, "A real man wouldn't have let them get away."
Now the leader, Crowley, does not like snitches, there are rumors that he is wanted for fifteen murder cases across the country. So obviously, a really scary dude and I knew that if I didn't get home soon I would add another body to make the number sixteen. I took off in a sprint down my street and I could see my house down the block, my heart leapt when I didn't see my dad's cruiser in the driveway. He would beat the shit out of me if he found out I was running from those 'sons-of-bitches.'
My father, John Winchester, is the chief of police of the Lawrence Police Department and is always busy at work with cases that involved Demons. He also is not at all accepting of who I am, shocker. The night I told him he kicked me out and I had to stay at Garth's for two weeks, it wasn't until Sam came home and made my father let me back in. I never figured out how he persuaded him but dad has always had a soft spot for Sammy. Also, Sam is studying to be a lawyer, maybe he used some of that special charm and persuasion which seemed to come with the occupation.
Finally at the door I fished in my pocket for the house keys, and only grabbed at empty pockets. Panicking I ripped open the zipper of my backpack spilling math formulas and chemistry papers everywhere. It wasn't there either, I'm going to have to jump in a window if I don't want to die.
Throwing my bag over my shoulder I rushed to the side of my house.
Wam.
A fist connected with my jaw and my head whipped back hitting my head against the brick siding on my house. Screaming in pain I fell like a bag of weights clutching my face.
"Looking for this?" Came a voice that had to be a mile away, everything was wobbling and it took me a second to realize, I just got punched in the face, what am I doing on the ground? Get up and defend yourself. Of course my moment of delay caused another blow to send me hugging the earth. Stones cut across my face and dirt made my eyes sting, and weirdly all I could think was, 'hey at least l kept my teeth.'
"Out for the count already, Dean?" Came the voice now definitely closer than a mile. It's familiar raspy deep voice could've only belonged to the head Demon, or from his lackey's 'The King of Hell.' Crowley had found me and he was going to kill me if nobody stopped this wacko. Just then another voice spoke up,
"Looks like our boys overestimated you, Dean, they made us believe that you had the strength of God." It was Abaddon, Crowley's right hand women, partners any good day. She had a voice that chilled you to the core. At least there was only two of them, this was nothing like the gang attacks at school when the jocks thought it would be fun to play 'capture the fag,' it was also better than the one on one's that I had with my dad. I laid there shaking on the ground with my two attackers standing over me, waiting for them to take another swing at me, waiting.
Fighting the nausea that came along with the lifting of my head I was going to ask them what they were doing just letting me sit there, if this was some sick game to try to get me to fight back-
What I saw was the most heroic and beautiful sight that I think I will ever see.
There was a man, maybe one or two years older than me (so like eighteen or nineteen) throwing punches like his life depended on it. He was so strong and the fight was over before the pain became too much and made me black out…..