After the fire.

Chapter Three.

"'M sorry Bobby." John chuckled and continued to stroll through the store, hoping Bobby would follow him.

Bobby did. Not wanting to lose the Winhesters again. Bobby reached up and smacked John on the back of his head. "Ya damn idjit." He mumbled.

John sighed, picking a couple things up, he didn't have much money, but he'd buy what he could for his children. "Did'ja have to hit me?" John asked, almost snapped, but stopped himself.

Bobby grinned. "I did. So you'd get the point." Bobby told him, and then looked what he was getting. "No beer? No nothin'?"

John shook his head. "I'm quitting. Sammy told me when she was younger she doesn't like when daddy drinks..." John chuckled softly.

Bobby couldn't help the smile that went to his lips when John mentioned his daughter. "How's Dean?"

John sighed again. "The boy is going through a phase. He wants piercings, and tattoos, and he wants to listen to his music at a deafening volume."

Bobby chuckled.

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Dean walked around his new school. It was big. Dean stuck his hands in his pockets and his mind wondered to Sam, and how she was doing. Knowing her she was probably smiling so big and getting everybody's attention.

"Hey! You! Why aren't you in class?" A voice asked, he assumed it was a teacher and turned to face the voice.

"New here. Don't know where I'm going." Dean said, and turned to see a girl with long black hair and blue eyes. Dean grinned.

The girl walked towards him. "I can take you to where you need to go." She said, and Dean nodded.

"Please do." He said, and looked her up and down. The girl had on white flats, and black tights, and a black skirt, along with a white blouse. To top it off she had a white bow in her long messy, black flowing hair.

"Where do you need to go?" She asked, ripping him from his thoughts.

"Mr. Booker." Dean said looking at his schedule.

The girl nodded, and smiled a smile that would knock anyone dead, and she turned to walk down the hall.

"Hey, what's your name?" Dean asked, watching and following after her as she began walking.

"Castiel." She answered, not looking back at him.

"Well...I'm Dean." He said and began to figure out how he was going to get her attention.

What did you think for this one? I know it was more destiel, but yeah..