He couldn't take it anymore. He had been locked in his house nearly all summer, and he just couldn't stay anymore. It didn't matter what mom said or did, he just couldn't handle it! So he waited next to his door and listened. He knew his brother was downstairs watching T.V., and that he would have to sneak passed him, too. He also was very aware that his mother was in the kitchen making dinner. She was within hearing range of the front door.
And that was why he was going through a window instead. As quietly as he could, he opened the door to his room and slunk into the hallway. He closed it behind himself, then crawled down the stairs just as quietly. He slipped through the banister at the bottom and crept through the living room.
Unfortunately, Gabriel noticed him. He stared at Castiel–who had a finger held to his lips–with a worried look. Gabriel nodded slightly, then Castiel continued to the guest bedroom that was at the back of the house. The door was open, and Castiel slipped around it and tiptoed over to the window. He opened it silently, and pushed out the screen. It was a good thing his mother had bought easy-escape screens. At least he could thank her for that.
He hopped out of the house, and lifted the screen back in place. At least, he tried as best as he could. When it was balanced, he skirted the edge of the house until he was in a corner of where the fence met the side of their house. He used an old bicycle as a balance to help himself climb over the fence. He nearly fell at least twice, but eventually he made it up and over the fence. He was free.
He made a mad dash down the street. It was the opposite direction of where he wanted to go, but he knew his escape was going to be a step by step process. Step one, leave home, was complete. Step two, get to Dean's, had begun.
It was a long walk to the Winchesters' house. Castiel had no idea what time it was, since he didn't have a phone or a watch with him. He did, however, know he had left at about six. So it was sometime after then.
By the time he got to their street, though, the sun was setting. And by the time he knocked on their door, the sun had set. So he guessed that it was now about seven.
Sam answered. He peered up at Castiel for a moment, before recognizing him.
"Dean!" He hollered. Then he turned back to Castiel and waved him inside. Castiel followed him inside. The Winchesters' dog, Luci, came out of what he remembered as Mary and Johns' bedroom before they followed her.
"Sammy, Dean's not here." Mary said to her son, before noticing Castiel. Her face lit-up at the sight of him.
"Castiel! Hello. What are you doing here?" She asked kindly. John was leaning on the door frame to their bedroom, and he gave Castiel a friendly wave.
"I came to see Dean."
"I'm sorry, honey, you missed him. He's at baseball practice." Mary said, giving him an apologetic smile.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Castiel felt awkward, now. He wondered if Dean had told his parents about Castiel's text.
The awkwardness didn't last. Castiel felt a tug on the sleeve of his coat, and looked to find Sam pulling on it.
"Cas, you should play with me! I bet I'll beat you at tennis!" He squeaked. Castiel smiled down at him before looking up at Dean's parents for permission. They both smiled at nodded at them, then Sam nearly dragged him down to the basement.
Castiel still beat Sam at tennis, just as he always had. The almost-fifth grader flopped on the couch in defeat after their fifth game. Castiel smiled down at him.
"You've gotta practice, Sam! You'll never beat me otherwise." He teased. Sam threw his hands in the air dramatically.
"I can't beat anyone except Dean, and he won't play with me because he's a sore loser!"
"Castiel!" Mary's voice called from the top of the stairs, and both boys turned to look, even though they couldn't actually see her.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Your mom is here."
Castiel felt dread course through him. Of course. He knew she would show up at some point, but he'd been hoping to see Dean beforehand. His escape hadn't even been worth it.
He trudged up the stairs to find his mother waiting in the living room. He didn't see John or Luci, and guessed that they'd gone to pick up Dean. He'd been so close. If only she'd come later.
His mother bid Mary goodbye, then guided Castiel to her car by his arm. She shoved him in the passenger seat, then went around to her side. As soon as she pulled out of the driveway, she began furiously yelling at Castiel. He didn't pay attention, though. Especially not after they passed a black, classic, Chevrolet Impala on the way out of Dean's street.
A/N: This happened the summer before Cas&Dean's freshman year. Just in case I didn't make it clear. Which I'm fairly sure I didn't. :s