Hey guys here's the next chapter.
Castiel opened the door and climbed into the back of the Impala next to Micheal, I was in the passenger seat, and John was driving. Normally I would be driving, but my hands are shaking to much.
"So? What the heck is going on?" Cas asked as soon as John got out onto the road. I sighed, before looking back at him.
"Did you know Sam's getting bullied, or that kids are spreading crap about him around school," I asked hesitantly. I wouldn't know what to do if he said yes, because then why wouldn't he tell me.
"I knew he got into a fight? I was with mom when we picked him up," He explained. I nodded, and fell back into the front seat.
"So Dean, where are we going?" John asks. I gulped, not exactly sure what to do. I've tried to keep as much as possible from John about what are lives where like before, and now where going back to one of the places I still have nightmares about. Especially when my father, birth father, was sitting in the back seat.
"Where going to Missouri, where I was born.. where mom died," I said quietly. I could hear Micheal start to move in the back, and I bit my lip. This was going to be a very uncomfortable trip.
"Why would he go back there, I thought we promised never to go back there," Cas questioned, there was a tint of anger in his voice, but it was justified. We had promised never to go back, but here we were.
The car pulled up to a small house. There was nothing special about it, it looked normal. Dean stared un-trustingly as the front door opened, and a women came out to meet them. She was older looking, her eyes where dull and grey, and her face was hard. But she plastered on a smile and walking out to them.
Their social worker opened up the car door, ushering the three boys out. Dean reached out and grabbed his six year old brothers hand, pulling the small boy to his side. Cas stood close beside him. His new big brother was really sort of a little brother, Cas didn't like to be in charge. But that was alright with Dean, he'd been taking care of Sam for six whole years all by himself.
"Hello boys, I'm Carrie, what are you names?" She questioned. Dean frowned at the women.
"Shouldn't you already know that," He said a bit harsher than he intended. His social worker cut a glare at him, and Dean shrank back a bit.
"I'm Sammy," His little brother chirped as he brushed his dark hair out of his eyes. Carrie smiled, and it almost seemed real that time. She smiled like some of the kids at the home, like they wanted to but they couldn't.
"I'm am Castiel," Cas said in a hard voice with a slight smirk on his face. Dean had to hold in a grin. He had dared Cas to start introducing himself like Batman.
Lura smiled, their social worker. "I have to go really quick, I have another kid I have to go see? I'm going to try and be here tomorrow and inspect the rest of the house but I really have to leave," She said reluctantly. Carrie nodded and smiled again, before she reached out and put a hand on Cas's shoulder. The smiled dropped from his face and he jerked away, making the women frown.
Then as Lura pulled away she spoke again. "When Max gets here you better not pull away like that, understand." She said firmly. Dean frowned, Carrie was supposed to be the only one living in the house, they hadn't mentioned anyone else.
He just gripped Sam's hand tighter and moved an inch closer to Cas, even if he acted like a little brother he was still a big brother. Big brothers were supposed to protect you.
If I had known then what things were going to turn into, I would have ran away with Sam and Cas right then. But I didn't.
"He's making a point Cas, he want to push us," I told him. From what I read in the letter, Sam was angry, and that was understandable. "We forgot about him and he's going through all this crap.. he just wants us to wake up."
"That safe place he's talking about, mean anything to you?" John asked, Micheal was staying quiet.
I shook my head. "We tried to run away once, or we'd hide until he went to work. It was just some old Cabin we found outside a cemetery.. but knowing Sam he's going to find some other place, he wants us to look for him," I suggested.
"He?" Micheal said finally speaking up.
Crap.
"Our foster father," I said numbly.
"Was he a bad one?" John asked gently.
I scoffed, but Cas answered for me in a hard voice, "He was the worst."
The car got silent after that, but I could tell Micheal was just itching to ask questions. Ones that I wasn't going to answer.
OK I know y'all probably hate me for taking forever to update and then not even showing Sam. But guys I've been it in da face with writers block so be thankful I got something out lol.
Any suggestion at this point would be life saving.
One more thing. After this story is complete, before I start on the next one. I'm thinking about going back and rewriting the old ones. It will be the same, but with better writing and better plotting with extra thrown in. I was twelve when I wrote the first one and two years have sorta made my writing better, not perfect, but I understand how spell check works now and the importance of your and you're.