I'm so sorry for taking this long to upload this chapter! I'm really busy with work and school so I can only write during my breaks in between classes. Anyway thank you so much for reading/commenting I love getting feedback! This is my first fanfic, I'm open to any suggestions!-Alex
Also I read the review that told me to try double spacing adn i wrote it in that format so i hope it uploads that way, if not...bearwith me
Dean rolled up out of bed with a groan "GRNH Sam!" he called for his brother who happened to be in the motel bathroom. "Yeah?" came his muffled reply followed by the sound of a jingling belt buckle. Dean put his elbow on his knees and hunched over, pinching the bridge of his nose while simultaneously rubbing away the leftover sleep in his eyes. He cleared his throat before grumbling a reply "It's Cass and the angel guild again." The lavatory door squeaked open and Sam's profile was visible hanging off the doorframe backlit; with steam from his shower billowing out around him like smoke at a zeppelin concert. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, shaking the beads of water from his eyes; his pants were slung low on his hips showing the barest hint of a very exciting trail almost hidden in the depth of his abs. "What's up?" He asked as he padded into the room. Dean sighed and threw a Henley in his direction, incidentally hitting Sam in the face with a wet smack. "Our resident angel boy genius thinks that I'm the perfect candidate to babysit the next hells angel." Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion before saying "Come again? Cass wants you to babysit? Who?" He struggled to put the shirt on while Dean spoke. "Jesse that antichrist kid, he sai-" "You mean the one who turned Cass into an action figure?" interrupted Sam excitedly as his head popped out of the neck-hole. Dean paused and replied 'Yeah him, anyway Cass says that I'm still a weapon of God and he (using air quotes" needs my assistance." Dean glanced at Sam and then stared at the floor examining the shitty carpet fibers.
"Do you really think him being with you is the best option? You can barely keep yourself together never mind a ten year old." Whined Sam taking a moment to sit on the edge of the bed and put his hiking boots on. There was a pregnant pause before Dean finally answered. "Absolutely not Sammy, I'm not an idiot." Sam snorted at this and just as quickly recovered. "It's just not that easy Sam it never is you know. On one hand if I taking care of him and succeed in protecting him everything will be fine but if I fuck up Jesse will have to die. I can't let the kid die, and if I don't take him he'll get killed in a matter of days it's inevitable. I don't have an option man." Dean finished cupping his face as he went back to inspecting the carpet. Sam laid a hand on Dean's shoulder as he stood up saying "Nothing is black and white Dean, it's just the way life is, it sucks but it's not going to change. Obviously you care about Jesse but you aren't really prepared to deal with keeping him safe and doing the job at the same time. I know that believe me, but I won't let you Dean, I can't let you do it alone." Dean stood up and clapped Sam on the back before putting a firm grip on his shoulder and staring at him saying" I know Sam I know man, Its just , I never asked for this, Jesse never asked to be what he is. It's bullshit." Sam grinned and said "Dude you'll be fine anyone tries to touch him I'll rip their lungs out!" Dean finally cracked a grin and said "Now that's talkin dirty, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." Sam scooted farther onto the bed and pulled his laptop up saying "I'm gonna see if I can track down Jesse, why don't you go get us some dinner?" Dean nodded and grabbed the keys and made his way out of the doors stopping just short of the threshold calling over his shoulder "Thanks Sam, you didn't have to be in this with me." Sam looked up from his computer and replied "I know." With that Dean left and settled himself in the Impala. He took his sweet time selecting the right song, eventually settling on Wanted Dead or Alive. He turned the ignition reveling in the low grumble of the engine. His hands at ten and two, eyes full of steel determination he set out on the road before him Deans mind was set, he was going to fucking succeed. All of a sudden he swerved to avoid a flash of bright light, and just as soon as it appeared it was gone. Dean found himself parked in front of a middle school, Castiel in the passenger's seat silent and elusive as ever nonchalantly observing the school. "Son of a bitch Cass, where are we?" shouted Dean. "A preparatory school in Nevada." Replied Cass evenly. Dean shook his head and said "You have a cell phone why do you have to risk my baby by appearing in the middle of the damn road? You know how you call me don't you?" Cass sat and looked thoughtful for a moment before replying "The reception in heaven is…not suited for that form of communication." Dean slammed his hands on the wheel in frustration and said " I told you, I don't want you zapping me places! We talked about this Cass!" Cass turned and faced Dean his brow furrowing and said entirely all too serious "Well technically, you drove." Dean sighed and decided to appease Cass and feign interest in their reasoning for being at a school in nowhere Nevada.