Yes, daily update. I had time so I thought, why the hell not? Don't get used to it though. It probably won't last.

Now shall we?

2. SETTLING IN

Dean's place was an old salvage yard.

"My uncle used to own the place." He explained as we walked through the crashed cars. "Well… he was not really my uncle, but that's what it felt like. He practically adopted pretty much every street kid and turned his place into a foster house. He and his wife Ellen died a few years back in a fire, but we still stay and run the place. Work the garage as well." Something in his voice told me he wouldn't like questions about his uncle. "Here we are." Dean stopped in front of a house.

I guess it was a big house in normal standards, even if it looked like the janitor's closet of our old house. As we walked through the yard filled with dozens of wrecked cars to get there, Dean was attacked by a kid that couldn't have been more than seven.

"Dean!" He beamed, showing off a smile his a few teeth missing. He was blonde like Dean, but his eyes were a duller green, almost grey.

"Hi Adam." Dean affectionately ruffled his hair as the little boy hugged Dean's knees.

"Who are they?" He looked at us with curiosity in his expression.

"New kids." Dean smirked sideways at us.

"Awesome!" Adam yelled excitedly. "I'll go tell Jen!" Adam tugged at Dean's sleeve and then started sprinting to where he'd come from.

"That was my little brother, Adam." Dean supplied. "He's seven."

"He's cute." I smiled. Dean laughed.

"I think you'll like them." Dean said as they reached the wooden door. He began to open it.

"PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME GOD-" Dean slammed the door shut and blinked. "I don't think anyone's home." He lied and I rolled my eyes.

"Open the door Dean."

Dean grinned and opened the door again. As we walked inside, there was a loud, shrieking noise from outside, of metal banging against metal.

"Oh crap!" He cursed. "Go in, I gotta fix that. Be right back." He ran towards the noise before waiting for an answer. We didn't stay alone for long though, because a figure moved out of the shadows.

A girl, a year or so younger than me, with blue hair pulled back, and emerald green eyes stood there with a lollipop in her mouth. She smiled at us, her eyes looking us up and down before settling on our suitcases and back at our faces. Her hair was not just one shade of blue, but rather various shades, making them look like waves. "I'm Jenna. Jenna Barton." She played with the lollipop in her mouth. "And you are...?"

"Castiel Novak. And that's my brother Gabriel, and Balthazar Roche -my cousin." I introduced us.

"Let's meet you with the others." A warm smile accompanied her suggestion.

The first person we met was Sam, as he crashed into us, running -or better yet jumping- down the stairs.

"OUCH!" Gabriel yelled as a thirteen-year-old teen with shaggy brown hair knocked him to the ground.

"That's Sam." Jenna said as she helped him up, while Balthazar and I dragged Gabriel back on his feet.

"You're the guys Adam's rambling about?" He asked us, though it was Jenna who answered him.

"That's Gabriel, Balthazar and Castiel." She pointed at each one of us respectively.

"Hello." I smiled awkwardly at Sam.

"Hi, I'm Sam. Sam Winchester." His extended hand was left in the air because there was a loud crush from the living room.

"YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING FEET AWAY FROM ME IF YOU WANT TO KEEP THEM!"

"That's Kevin." Jenna said and started to follow Sam, who was already making his way towards the living room. There, there were two teens on the couch, a redhead girl and an Asian boy who I assumed was Kevin. But before we could properly introduce ourselves, a girl came bombing down the stairs. She was wearing a bathrobe and a green face mask, a towel on her head. Spotting us, she cringed, before hissing at Jenna.

"You didn't tell me we had guests- oh my god, I look like a kiwi!" And she bombed up the stairs as quickly as she had come down.

"That was Jo. Jo Harvelle. Her mom used to own the place." Jenna explained. "And that's Kevin Tran and Charlie Bradbury, and- where's Benny?"

"Doing the dishes." The redhead, Charlie, shrugged. "And you are...?" She looked at us through her glasses.

"I'm Castiel Novak." I decided to speak. "And that's my brother Gabriel, and my cousin Balthazar Roche. Dean said we could stay here."

"Of course he did." She was in the process of rolling her eyes when they snapped back on us. "Wait, Novak as in Novak Enterprises Novak?" Gabriel fixed her with a snapped yes and a glare worthy of Michael's and she didn't press further.

"Why aren't you guys watching TV?" Jenna changed the subject, collapsing down on the armchair on the right to the couch.

"We refuse to let technology and fake reality TV corrupt our young minds." Charlie said dramatically.

"Nice try Charlie." Kevin said sarcastically. "Charlie threw the remote at the wall earlier and broke it, and the power button at the side of the TV isn't working." He explained, earning him a kick from Charlie. Balthazar, Gabriel and I took a seat at the opposite couch.

"So... Castiel." Charlie grinned at me. "How did you end up here?"

"Dean offered us to stay at his house when he found we didn't have one to go." Gabriel answered for me. Charlie nodded at him.

"Where's Ash?" Kevin off-handedly asked to make conversation.

"Downstairs, dating his computer." Jenna rolled her eyes. "Ash is Jo's brother by the way." She informed us. "You'll meet him tomorrow, hopefully."

"Hey, I lured Ash to the kitchen with pancakes yesterday! How come we didn't think of it before?" Charlie suddenly asked Jenna, who just shrugged at her in response.

"What didn't we think of before?" A Cajun accent asked. We looked up to a boy with military short brown hair and soft features leaning on the door frame. He was wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron. "Who are they?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at us which had a baby blue color.

"Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel." Jenna replied with an eye roll while pointing at each one of us respectfully for the third time today. "They're staying with us now. Did you finish the dishes Miss?" The boy looked down at his robe.

"Oh screw you." He shot her a glare and she grinned. "I'm Benny. Benny Lafitte, not that the last name matters." He nodded at us. "Go show them their rooms Jen, or do you expect them to find them themselves?" Jenna sent him a glare, but it's effect was ruined by her not-so-well-hidden grin. She made a show of walking out the living room, and Charlie threw her a pillow. Laughing as she caught it in mid-air and threw it back she gestured for us to follow her.

"Move along girls." Behind me, Balthazar huffed in annoyance. This was going to be such an interesting year.

Our rooms were in the upper floor.

It was a floor with four rooms and one bathroom. The girls had the biggest room, which was next to the bathroom. Kevin, Ash and Sam shared the one next to it, and Dean with Benny and little Adam had the smallest one at the end of the corridor. Our new room was alone at the far end of the house.

As we learnt from Jenna -who was very talkative if she wanted- Bobby Singer lived here with his wife Karen, and they had a son named Garth who was studying to be a dentist. A decade after Karen died Bobby married Ellen Harvelle, who was Jo and Ash's mom.

"They turned the place into a foster home after I came here." Jenna continued the story. "When my family died in a plane crash and I survived, I got in a bus and ended up in Lawrence. Dean, Sam and Adam were already here, so Ellen and Bobby decided that they might as well legally take kids in. Bobby was a family friend to Dean, Sam and Adam's parents, who came to live here when their parents died. Kevin showed up not long after, running from Child Services. Benny -also a runaway- came next and Charlie was already living here, she only moved in with us when her parents had a car crash. Her dad died, but her mom's in a coma at the hospital."

I recalled Dean's words back at the hospital. Was Charlie's mom that errand for a friend he was running?

"Two years ago, the place had suddenly caught on fire while we were all at school, and Bobby and Ellen were trapped inside. Dean won't even light the fireplace now."

"Why?" I asked before I could process doing it. The comment with Dean was very off-hand.

"Dean has an ahh- bad history with fires." I suspected there was more to that story, but Jenna didn't elaborate.

A door slamming hard in the lower floor and a loud "I'M BACK!" signaled Dean's return in true speak-of-the-devil fashion. Jenna just rolled her eyes.

"If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." She smiled. "Come down when you've settled in. We already ate, but there's always something in the fridge, and besides, we have a movie night, so popcorn!" She disappeared down the stairs with a military salute.

"That bed belongs to me!" Balthazar claimed the bed next to the door. I threw my suitcase in the one next to the window and thanked anyone who listened for taking only one with me -and not three Mom wanted. Like I would ever possibly need three suitcases.

"Hey." I turned to find Dean standing in the doorway. "I was wondering if you guys wanted to get a tour around." His eyes were focused solely on me.

"No thanks." Balthazar answered first. "Jenna already gave us the history run-down, I'm not in for a geography class."

Dean shrugged. "Whatever dude."

"I'd like that." His eyes snapped on me again, and I willed myself not to blush. "I would like to see the place."

He grinned. "Awesome."

At the stairs we met with a blonde girl I assumed was Jo. She stopped short when she saw us.

"Um, hi." She smiled awkwardly, but it was a real smile. "I'm sorry about earlier." Dean raised an eyebrow but she ignored him. "I'm Jo Harvelle."

"Castiel Novak." We shook hands.

"Like the Novak Enterprises?" If I had a penny every time someone asked me that…

"Yes, my Mom is the CEO." She didn't press further, but I suspected that had to Dean who was looking at me with surprise.

"Really? Dude, I didn't make the connection."

"It's fine." I said tightly, and he obviously took the hint that I didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm going to give Cas a tour around." Dean told Jo. She nodded and started towards the living room.

"So, what was Jo talking about?" Dean asked when we were outside.

"She might have come down the stairs in a bathrobe and a green face mask, and then left running when she saw us."

Dean burst out laughing. "No wonder she was embarrassed." I nodded absently, looking around in the yard.

It was a huge space with concrete and trashed cars, like you expected any salvage yard to be. The cars were in rows, apart from each in a space that fit three people walking side by side. At the far end I could just make out a sign that read "AUTO SHOP" with yellow, uneven letters.

"Why did you run off before?"

"Why did I- oh! I'm working on a car that got towed by a truck, and it's not very ahh… stable." I frowned.

"If it got towed by a truck why not just buy a new one?"

Dean shrugged. "The guy's attached to it. Can't blame him though. If it was my car I wouldn't replace it either."

"You own a car?" I felt my eyes widen, even knowing I should have expected it. Dean was around my age of course and he had a car.

Dean laughed at my surprise. "Of course, I own the best car in the yard. What did you think, just because I walked to the hospital I'm carless?"

"That's not a word." I felt myself frown again, and I knew that I was doing the stupid head tilt thing again, but Dean ignored me. He strode purposely thought the wrecked cars, and came to a halt in front of the only car that was proudly still standing with all its parts.

"You own a '67 Chevy Impala?" My eyes were probably bugging out, but can you blame me? The car is a classic. Dean just laughed again. His car was spotless and shining under the sun. You could barely make out a few bumps from old crashes, but it was obvious that it was cared for.

"It suits you." I said and it was true. You could never guess what car Dean was driving if you didn't know it, but somehow the black Impala suited like no car would.

Dean blinked at me but then quickly replaced it with a grin that lit up his eyes. "'Course it does."

"So, what about the school?" I decided to bring up the subject that had been bugging me. I had never moved during school year before so I was a little worried about the classes. Dean groaned but answered anyway, presenting the local school as big and nice but boring as hell. We walked around for a while, dropping the topic of school after Dean's request.

"MOVIE TIME BITCHES!" Charlie's voice carried through the yard loud and clear.

"You like Star Wars, right?" Dean asked me as we made our way back.

"I haven't seen it." I said. Truth is, I haven't seen many movies at all, because Mom thinks they corrupt people's perspective of reality. When Dad lived with us we usually had a movie night every Saturday, but that was in the past.

"WHAT?" Dean looked horrified. "We'll fix that." He decided finally and dragged me determinately towards the house.

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