Flickers
Chapter 3
Fran Gipani
Disclaimer - I don't own Supernatural,I am just throwing the characters into the past for a bit and then putting them back where I found them :)
AN - In honour of the new season of Supernatural I will be updating every Tuesday :) thus you will get weekly updates. The time will be different for all of you depending on timezones and such, I am in Australia so you can work it out haha. I may change the day, but if I do I'll let you know :P Anywho I hope you enjoy and if you have the time please leave a review! :)
~Fran xx
A warm silence blanketed the hill side, both men looking into each other's eyes. Their gaze wasnever broken, green on brown. Fingers interlocking. Though he hated to do it, Dean eventually spoke up, "I better go, Sammy will be home by now…" He started to sit up but there was something holding him back, he pulled the shorter man up with him as he stood. Not wanting to leave him behind. They paused for a moment, before Cas lead Dean back up the hill and along the path towards town.
As they reached the ally way Cas skidded to a halt, turning to face Dean. He watched a smile twitching at the corner of Dean's lips, his green eyes almost daring Cas to do it. Flicking his gaze from Dean's eyes back to his lips, slowly Cas leant in, pressing his lips to Dean's. The kiss lasted mere seconds, but that was all it took for a warmth to spread through their bodies, a connection neither had felt with anyone else. Moments later Dean retaliated, leaning back in and capturing Cas' lips with his, a tingle rising on the back of his neck as Cas deepened the kiss. His finger's running through Dean's short hair. What felt like a short time later they separated; hearts thumping in their chests, both with cheeks flushed pink and messed up hair. Dean bent to pick up Cas' top hat, slipping it into the man's hands before placing another lasting kiss on his lips. Dean turned and walked up the ally towards the bustling street, and disappearing into the crowd.
– O – O – O –
"What is with you this afternoon Dean?" Sam stared at his brother's wide smile that he seemed to be trying to hide.
"I'm fine," Dean cut the last few slices of the loaf of bread from the day before, they had kept it from drying out the best they could but there was little they could do. He chucked one to Sam and then started to nibble at his smaller slice from the end of the loaf.
"Dean, be serious, I'm your brother. You practically raised me, I know when something's up!" Sam laughed at the frustrated look Dean shot at him.
"How was school?" Anything to change the subject, and it better have been good because I dropped out and am doing everything to keep you there little brother. Not that I mind, I have my art.
"School was great, but don't change the subject." He searched him, letting his eyes run over the slightly flushed cheeks and rumpled clothes, "it's the Novak guy isn't it?"
"It's Cas, I call him Cas."
"You call him what…Dean! Castiel Novak and his family, they own half the village, his status is way above yours, and his family would never allow it." Sam stood from his seat at the table, eyes level with Dean's.
"He doesn't care, I don't care, and his family never need to know." Dean sank onto the bed, "please Sammy, I need your support with this, I need you to try and understand."
"Honestly Dean," Sam sauntered over and sat next to Dean, bumping his shoulder with his big brother's, "I am happy for you Dean, lord, this is the happiest I've seen you in months! Just be careful, it's only been a couple of days…and you're noticeably besotted." Sam sighed, looking over at his brother, "Those sorts of families are very set in their ways. If they find out, they'll try to pull you apart." I don't want to see you hurt!
"That's the only problem Sammy…I know they will." Dean finished off the last of his bread before standing again, "come on Sammy, I got some money today selling my drawings, let's go and see what we can get with it. I feel like something meaty!" Dean laughed.
The two brothers left the house, Dean locking up behind him and slipping the key into the pocket of his trousers. They walked the back route and then turned right into the ally way Dean and Cas had been earlier that day, they followed it onto the main street. Minutes later they reached the butcher and Dean turned to Sam, "I'll go in, it'll be easier that way." he grinned at the look of frustration Sam shot him, "I'll be back in a minute."
"Fine!" Sam watched his brother's retreating back before turning back to the street. He leant back against the brick wall of the building and stared out onto the street. Two guys he knew from school walked by, Sam waved to them but they didn't acknowledge he was even there. Sam frowned, what have I done to annoy them? He then saw one say something to the other, they nodded, before turning in unison and walking towards him. Sam took a few steps forward to meet them, "hello," he said with a friendly smile, it then faltered and his eyes grew wide as the larger of the two (Chuck) picked him up by the collar and pushed him roughly back against the wall.
"Whadaya doin' here?" Chuck asked gruffly, "you know this is our territory after dark."
"It's not dark yet," he tried to reply calmly, but there was a timid quiver in his voice that the bullies picked up on.
For that Sam was given a punch in the gut, the smaller man let out a grunt and tried to double over to protect himself but Chuck continued to hold him up, "don't get smart with me!" Chuck was about to throw another punch when he felt a hand on his shoulder and was spun around to face a taller man. He let go of Sam, just before he felt a fist connect with his jaw.
"Don't you ever touch my brother again or I'll blind you!" Dean growled threateningly.
"Wouldn't dream of it…" Chuck replied tauntingly, hand on his eye, it was clear to Dean his threat meant nothing to the thug.
Then out of nowhere came the voice of the baker yelling at them from a little down the road, "right that's it! You're being threatening now! If I see you anywhere near my shop or acting like this again Winchester I really will get the police onto you!"
"Alright alright we're leaving!" Dean yelled back, he then knelt down next to Sam, "you okay Sammy?" He helped him up and as quickly as possible they made their way back home. The meats in one of Dean's hands the other keeping Sammy upright.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." he replied, wincing as he walked.
– O – O – O –
Michael watched from the window of his room that afternoon as Castiel slipped back through the gate and into their garden, he noticed a different spring in his step. His younger brother's head was held higher, and he had a wild smile on his face. A sly grin spread over the man's narrow face as he spun round and swept out of his room and down the corridor. He jogged down the stairs, and stopping halfway down as Castiel got to the bottom of them. "Where've you been?" he asked.
Cas looked up, his smile faltering as he saw his elder brother, "I went to see a friend…" he started to walk up the wide staircase but he found his path blocked by Michael, he moved to the side just to have Michael shadow him. "Let me pass." Cas growled.
"Which friend? Balthazar is out of town and as far as I know you don't have any more friends." he replied cruelly, not any that father would approve of anyway."
"What do you mean?" Cas snapped back.
"Well if he was the right sort of person then you would have told me wouldn't you?"
Cas paused a moment. "No. Let me pass." he repeated, shoving passed Michael and storming up the stairs. All the euphoria of kissing Dean was gone; he slammed the door of his room behind him. With a sigh he flopped back onto the navy blue blankets that covered his bed. Arms splayed out, legs straight, heart beating fast. I'm sorry Dean, really. They aren't going to accept you. I can tell that before I've even said anything. We CAN work something out though. I know we can.