Okay, so I feel really bad for not updating. I didn't want to leave anything with a big cliff hanger because I knew I would be busy with school and church craziness. (PS-My church choir got the gold medal in our state competition! And I got the gold for my age groups female religious speech competition! Yay!) I am still super busy, but the next few chapters I have planned out are short segments. The next big chapter with, you know, serious plot will probably be in three chapters (including this one). I hope to post the next to small chapters one a week, and then the next longer chapter hopefully by the end of May. I just like to take my time to (hopefully) make everything good. If you are still reading, thank you and now I am done with my overly long author's note.

Rating: K+ (I don't really know what rating to give this chapter, but it is definitely less than a T)

Sam watched his older brother gaze out the kitchen window. It was just before six in the morning, and the sunlight was just starting to stretch itself over the horizon. Sam knew Dean would be practicing with Castiel today, but Dean was different about the way he looked for his friend on the horizon than he had been before. Sam was not quite sure if he liked change he saw in his brother, but Dean was not curled up in a field anymore, so that was something Sam could appreciate the change for.

The now familiar rumble of Castiel's truck could be heard in the distance, and Dean visibly glowed as he smiled. It had been a long time since Sam had seen his brother that happy looking. It had been back when Dean had first started to see Lisa...

Sam's brow furrowed as he turned his wheelchair around, leaving the kitchen behind. He made his way down the narrow hallway to the study slowly, thinking about Dean.

There was something about Dean that not a lot of people knew. The older Winchester brother looked the part of the strong, tough, and solitary man, but Dean had always needed someone to be there for him. In the early years, it had been Sam himself. But, as the two grew up, Dean sought romantic companionship. The closest he had ever gotten to being happy was Lisa, but that had passed. Dean just could not work without someone by his side. Sam had worried that with he leaving for college, his older brother would be back to dealing with his problems alone. Sam began to wonder if this was the case anymore.

Castiel seemed like a very nice guy. In fact, Sam really liked him. He was obviously smart, but not at all like the snobby know-it-alls Sam had had to put up with before. He was religious and down to earth. Sam could tell he was honest and just the slightest touch of strange. Castiel was a very likeable person, overall.

The weird thing was, however, that Castiel was not the type of guy Dean would ever be friends with, in Sam's opinion. Dean did not have many friends, and those he had were rough and tough cowboys that made the youngest Winchester uncomfortable. They drank and smoked and talked about women in every spare moment they had. Sam never understood how Dean could be friends with people like that, but friends with them he was. Never in a million years would Sam have pinned the quiet and reserved Castiel as Dean's-best-friend material. Certainly not the type of friend that made Dean I-think-I've-found-the-one happy. It was all very confusing to Sam, to say the least.

Sam managed to situate himself at the study's desk, the chair having already been moved over a week earlier by John. The young Winchester winced in pain as he leaned forward to open the blinds on the window directly in front of him. It looked like it would be a very sunny day, so Sam figured he could save electricity by working by sunlight. The study had a rather dull view of the back of the barn.

The day wore on, and Sam let his mind drift from his brother to his studies. Papers were read, different papers were written. The flutter of a book page sometimes cut through the silence. It was getting to be around noon when Sam's stomach made a protesting noise. He figured Dean and Castiel would be coming in soon to have lunch. He might as well fix them all sandwiches. Those were about the only thing he could make since the only food he could reach in the kitchen was in the fridge. Being stuck in the wheelchair was really making Sam appreciate his height.

As the youngest Winchester made his U-turn to leave the study, something in the window caught his eye. Well, two somethings. Well, two somethings doing something.

Sam Winchester, for the first time in his life, was rendered completely and totally speechless.