Chapter three made it out of the war zone, Nate helped me do it, even though he's still clocking out every once in awhile.
P.S I have no idea if Quincy High School exists.
"I found god, on the corner of first and amistad, where the west was all.. but won," Her voice was soft, sweet. This was a dream, I knew that much. I was smaller, a baby.
"All alone, smoking his last cigarette, I said where you been.. he said ask anything," We where in a room with soft lighting, with a couch and a small TV. I was on a women's lap, another small boy sitting on the floor listening.
She sang a few more verses, of a very familiar song. She rocked slowly back and forth, but she wasn't happy. Soft tears rolled down her face, her eye was blackened.
"All my days, spent bye the telephone. You never came, all I needed was a call," She sang even more softly.
That's when a loud thump came from the hallway, the older boy jumped, covered his ears with his hands. Yelling came from the hallway, cussing.
The women kept singing and rocking, crying softly. She was beautiful, dark hair and bright blue eyes, at least the one that wasn't black and blood shot. She was young to, barley an adult at all. She was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, her black hair pulled into a pony tail. She reached a hand out the the boy sitting on the floor, he scrambled up and clung to her side as she continued to sing and rock us both.
The man in the other room, the one yelling. He made fear spike through me, and I started to cry. She held me close, whispering soft words into my ear. My crying made the man louder, more angry.
"SHUT THE FREAKING KID UP," He yelled. I shrank deeper into her, biting my lip to stop crying. The little boy on her side whimpered and buried his face into her side. She kept singing softly running her fingers through his hair.
"Mommy make him stop," The boy begged.
"In the end, everyone ends up alone," She sang softly.
I woke up in our dark room, breathing hard. I sat up in bed and looked around. Sam was fast asleep on the top bunk snoring softly, Dean though was on the computer, watching me carefully.
"Cas you OK," He asked softly.
I didn't know where my voice was. But her voice, it kept echoing in my head.
"Cas!" Dean said a bit more firmer.
"I saw it Dean," I whispered. I really had no idea what I saw, but I had a pretty good idea.
"Saw what?" He questioned. Turning in his chair to look at me better.
"I think I remembered something," I said quietly. What else could it be, but it didn't make sense. I haven't remembered anything for years, not even when I got put into my first foster home. I had tried, and asked Gabriel over and over again. But I never remembered anything, not even the day they found us.
Dean stood up from the computer desk, crouching beside my bed. "Remember what?" He asked carefully.
"A women. Me and another little boy, I think it was Gabe. Then someone yelling in the back room," I explained.
"Are you sure there memories, not just a dream," he asked. He was looking at me like I was a child, that made me mad.
"Why would I just dream that," I snapped.
He looked taken back. "I dunno Cas because you haven't remembered anything about before for years, at least never telling me," He snapped back. I didn't like that. I didn't like when Dean was mad at me, like when we first moved here, things got out of control that night. Hard to believe that was almost a year ago.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
He sobered up and looked down, "M'Sorry to, lets just try and get some sleep," I suggested standing up. I nodded, laying back staring up at the ceiling. I wasn't sure I'd get any sleep tonight, just stared.
By the time morning rolled around I had gotten two maybe three hours of sleep. I had listened to music and played on the computer, read. All in all I was completely worn out. I stayed in bed pretending to be asleep as John got ready for work and then I finely got to wake up when Dean's alarm went off. I shut it off and the first thing I did was go to the computer.
I opened the email again and prepared to write when I stopped. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what he wanted. So I closed my eyes took a breath and then just started writing, glancing back and forth between Dean and the screen hoping he didn't wake up and see me.
Castiel Novak/Winchester
Hey sees to casual for this so I guess just hello. It has been a long time. I don't really know what to write or to think. I know you must have something important to say if your just now getting in contact for about 5 or 6 years. Especially if you want to meet.
Your right, I've been adopted, along with two other boys who I've claimed as brothers and one wont be happy I'm talking to you, my parents wont either. I live in Lawrence Kansas, I'm not gonna tell you exactly where but I go to Quincy High School, maybe you could meet me there after school some time, but warn me before encase Dean, my brother see's you. I can't promise I'll be to happy seeing you again, just be warned because I have no idea what to think.
I took a breath and hit send. Then closed the laptop as Dean began to stir. He never really needed an alarm clock since he was used to getting up early.
"Morning, your up early," Dean mumbled sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Nightmare didn't come back did it," He asked.
"No, just checking email," I shrugged getting up from my chair and moving to my closet. I pulled out my clothes and went to get dressed. I felt bad for lying, but I'm not ready to tell Dean yet. Like when we were little I had no idea he'd be so angry at Gabriel for ditching me, that's when the game we played became real, we became better than the Newton boys. When we really became brothers and it wasn't pretend anymore. We made it official one day in the playground at school, he brought the pocket knife he smuggled in and we became blood brothers. Gabriel was going to have some tough competition if I decided to let him back in.
There's chapter three guys.. or is it four I can't keep track. I'm pretty sure I should be on medication but whatever, no time for that.