Disclaimer 1: I do not own Supernatural and am not making money by writing this story
Disclaimer 2: The title is from the song, Chasing Cars and I am not making money by using it as the title of my fanfic.
Chapter fourteen
November 10th 2010 (continuation)
A knock at the door woke John out of his dream. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. It read 10:45 PM. He sighed as he got up from his bed. As he walked down the hallway, he wondered who it was that came knocking so late in the evening.
He took a peek into Sam's room to make sure that his son was sleeping and that he hadn't stayed up reading as he had the tendency to do. He smiled as he saw his son was sleeping contentedly.
After he opened the door, he was met with identical frightened expressions on both of the Milton children, each holding a duffel bag in hand.
He sighed again and motioned for them to come in. "Alright, what happened?"
Anna pushed past Castiel and went to sit down on the couch. Castiel seemed to be dazed for a few seconds but then followed suit and sat next to his sister.
"We've decided to leave home." Anna said calmly.
"Jesus Christ-" John rubbed his eyes again and said, "Mind repeating that again?"
"My sister and I have left our house." Castiel clarified.
"Shit...Jesus..… it is way too late for this conversation. How about you sleep over and tell me the whole story tomorrow. That sound good to you?" John shifted his gaze from Anna to Castiel.
They both nodded in agreement.
"Alright I'll be back with pillows and blankets." John got up and went to fetch some blankets from the linen closet.
Castiel and Anna sat in silence for a few minutes before they heard a squeaking noise coming from the stairs. Castiel turned his head toward the noise source and was met with green eyes staring back at him.
"Cas?" Dean said gravelly from the top of the stairs.
"Hello Dean." Castiel said as a tiny smile appeared on his face.
"What are you doing here?" As he said that, he shifted his gaze and raised his eyebrows when he noticed Anna was there as well.
Before Castiel could say anything, John come back bearing several blankets and pillows. "I hope you're okay with these.. they're a bit old but you know I couldn't really find it in me to throw them – " John turned his head to see what Castiel was looking at.
"Dean? I thought you were going to sleep." John said, his voice on the stern side.
"I was- I finished my homework and was going to go to sleep but then I heard them." Dean stopped talking for a few seconds, as if to collect his own thoughts. "Why are they here?"
"Dean, we'll talk about this tomorrow."
"But Dad." Dean whined.
"Dean." John didn't need any more words to tell his elder son to back off; his strict expression shut Dean's inquiries up quickly.
Shortly after Dean said goodnight, John pulled out the couch for Castiel and Anna and helped them settle in for the night.
"Do you think we'll be okay?" Anna whispered a few seconds after John had bid them a good night and retrieved to his bedroom.
"I think so." Castiel sighed and then added, "Yes I believe we will be."
Oh how wrong he turned out to be.
A/N: Please review.
Thank you,