The Night We Met

Chapter 1: Summer Ends, School Begins

Dean came back from work exhausted, after working on cars all day and night he just wanted to get home and relax but sadly that wasn't the case. It was seven pm which meant he had to start on dinner after taking an extremely short shower to wash away the smell of motor oil from his body.

Dean threw the keys to his Impala down on the kitchen counter and threw the bag that held his work clothes onto the couch and made his way up the long wooden stairs stopping at Sam's bedroom door with a knock "Sammy?- you decent?" He chuckled to himself knowing Sam was probably rolling his eyes at the question.

"Yes Dean."

Dean smiled as he opened the door, he may of hated all the school work and working two jobs a week just to keep him and Sam alive, but it was all worth it at the end of the day when he came home and got to see his little brother "Hey."

Sam closed his book, "You just got back from work?" Dean nodded leaning against the doorframe "Yeah, I'm just gonna take a quick shower before I start on dinner. Tomorrow is a big day so bed early alright?"

Sam nodded, tomorrow was a big day indeed. He was fourteen now which meant he was starting highschool as a freshman, which to be honest both excited and unnerved him. The highschool was a sea of teens ranging from ages fourteen to eighteen, and judging from how Dean spoke about it Lawrence high had it all. Mean girls, jock bullies, leather wearing assholes (like Dean himself) the nerd kids that the bullies picked on and so on. "Yeah I know."

"Y'know I'd never let anything happen to you there right?- no one's gonna touch you." Dean had what you'd call a 'reputation' he was tough and it scared a lot of people, but he made sure that all of his friends knew that Sammy was off limits for their little torments and to keep an eye out just in case one of the really bad bullies tried anything.

"I know I'm just.. nervous.. I mean it's highschool."

"Yeah well it's more depressing than it sounds."

Sam gave a lazy roll of his eyes "I won't get too excited I promise." Dean smiled at the dry tone "You wanna help out with dinner tonight?- we're having pasta."

"Sure." Sam picked at his nails, he was clearly gearing up to say something to Dean but was hesitant to do so "You wanna say something Sammy?"

"..I was thinking of getting a job, I'm fourteen now-"

"Nope, we're not having this conversation again."

"But Dean-"

"But nothing, we are fine, you're a kid Sammy, I take care of everything else all you have to do is go to school, make friends and have fun- can you do that for me?"

"..yeah, I can."

"Great." Dean stood up from the bed "Get started on the pasta I'll be downstairs in fifteen."

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Castiel checked his clock for the fifth time in the last three minutes, his eyes darting over to his bedroom window repeatedly. He'd just said goodnight to his parents almost an hour ago and Dean was supposed to be knocking at his window any moment.

It'd been an entire week since they'd last seen each other because he'd missed his curfew due to hanging out with Dean and their friends till late, he'd managed to sneak in at around two am but his little sister had ratted him out to his parents the next day so he was forced to spend the last week of summer at home alone.

"Cas?" Dean knocked on the window and Castiel got up to push it up and help Dean inside, "Sorry I'm late," Dean started brushing himself off as he entered the bedroom making sure to keep his voice in a whisper. "I wanted Sammy to be asleep before I left."