Midnight Hour (A Destiel Fanfiction)

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In life, there's a balance to everything. For every new birth, someone else dies. For every bright summer day, there's a cold winter night. For each ray of light, a shadow is cast upon the wall. But for every angel watching over us, there's at least twenty demons waiting to swoop in for the kill.

Truth be told, I'd never given much thought to how I would die. Although, if I had to choose, dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. So I can't bring myself to regret the decisions that I've made leading to this point in my life.

Three months ago, my dad died in a freak hunting accident. "Ripped to shreds," the police said. They said it was some kind of bear, but they're not certain because they couldn't find the damn thing. Guess that's what we get for living in Forks, Washington. Anyway, it doesn't really matter anymore since we're moving in with our uncle Bobby who lived five states away.

However, there were things that I would miss about living Forks. I'd miss the near constant cover of clouds and rain. The cold weather. I'd miss my friends-- Charlie, Garth. And, of course, I would miss my girlfriend, Lisa. She wants to try to do the whole long-distance thing, but the realist in me keeps saying that it won't work. But if she wants to try, then I'm willing to put forth the effort, too. Besides, we're both faithful to each other, and if the only thing standing between us is distance, then what's the worst that could happen?

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A few hours later, when the plane landed, Sam, Adam, and I were standing outside the terminal waiting for Bobby to show up. My brothers were talking to each other about what they expected their new middle school would be like, which left me by myself in all of my anxious thoughts. Maybe I'm trying to look for an outlet for my grief or maybe I'm finally starting to lose my mind, but I just can't shake the feeling that coming here, moving into this town, is a big mistake.

Then again, my dad just died and I'm moving away from all my friends to live in a place I haven't been to in almost nine years. I was bound to be clingy or fearful of the future. According to my grief counselor that is.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Bobby finally arrived to pick us up and I couldn't be more relieved. Thinking about dad, thinking about anything nowadays honestly, just gets me into a bad mood. I don't want to make my brothers suffer through my brooding and scowling any longer than they have to. Plus, I already know what dad would say if he were here, "Stop your poutin', boy, and look after your brothers. Make sure Sam and Adam are okay." And then, I would reply with, "Yes, sir."

So, I'll suck it up. I'll put all those pesky emotions into a bottle and shove it down where no one can find it.

"Hey, boys!" Bobby's rough voice rang out. I looked up from where I was looking at the ground and waved back at him silently. "Come on, guys. Let's go!" I said to my brothers, as I picked up my bags and started towards Bobby's truck. When I got there, he helped me put all of our stuff in the trunk and we got into the truck and left the airport.

In the state of South Dakota with relatively mild weather, there was a a town called Sioux Falls. It had a fairly big population, too. Bigger than any other town I've ever lived in. Bobby is an old family friend of my parents, He's also the joint chief of police with his partner Jody.

We continued to drive in silence, none of us saying a word to each other as we neared his house. However, once we were a few miles out, Bobby decided to speak. "I see your hair's gettin' blonder, Dean," he said randomly. Great. Small talk. "I dyed it brown since the last time I saw you," I replied. "Oh," he nodded. "Must've faded out again." Before anyone gets confused, yes, I do dye my hair. I was born blond, but I never really liked the way it looked on me. So, as soon as I was old enough, my mom and dad let me color it darker.

Finally, we arrived at Bobby's place, and as we pulled into the lot, I realized how nothing had changed. The boys and I used to come over every weekend back when we lived here, and then when we moved to Forks, we would come visit for almost the entire summer. But that was years ago. Once he parked the truck, we all got out and got our bags out of the back and went inside. When we got inside, I immediately rushed upstairs to call dibs on the biggest bedroom before my brothers did. There were only three bedrooms in the entire house, which meant that one of us would have to share. And that was not going to be me!

"Oh, come on, Dean. No fair!" Adam whined after I beat him to the bedroom door. "Sorry, Bubba, you snooze, you lose," I smirked. "But I don't wanna share with Sam," he pouted. "He farts in his sleep." At that I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, that's not my problem, little bro." With an indignant groan, Adam slumped his shoulders and stormed off down the hall to the other bedroom where Sam was already opening the door.

I turned back to my own room and stepped inside with my luggage. After I set my stuff down, I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, which I rightly assumed were Bobby's. "Hey, Bobby, we're just getting unpacked," I said. "Alright, y'all let me know if you need anything," he replied. "Oh, and I cleared off some shelves for you guys up here, but one of you may have to use the downstairs bathroom." That's right. There were only two bathrooms.

"That's fine."

"I got you a pretty good work lamp and desk down at the retail store, and the old couple down the road picked out the bed stuff," Bobby continued, gesturing to each item as he mentioned it. "You like blue, right?" "Blue is cool. Thanks," I answered. He nodded and stood awkwardly in the doorway for only a moment before going off down the hall to check in with my brothers. As soon as he was gone, I let out a tired sigh and collapsed onto the bare mattress.

One of the best things about Bobby was that he doesn't hover.