To a new place. A better one.

The new kid.

:::Deans POV:::

A few weeks later…

I sat there, staring up at my ceiling. It was different. There was no glow in the dark stars, no pencil stuck in the roof, no Metallica poster. Nothing.

It was the same as my walls. Bare. Empty. Deserted, whichever word could describe it best.

The only thing that was mine, and old, was my car keys and jacket. Everything else was gone. All my pictures, clothing, bed, desk, school supplies… you name, it was gone.

All cause of a stupid fire cause by a stupid thing. Faulty wiring, the fireman had said. It was an accident that could have been prevented. Though accidents don’t accidentally happen, do they?

I was out with Sam, watching a movie. Mom was home, asleep and sick. She had told us to go out and do something, leave her to rest. She’d get better with some sleep. So, I took Sam to see ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’.

It was a fun night, until I got to whatever was left of home. The firemen were putting out the last flames, the paramedics standing and waiting for the clearance to go in. Police were keeping people away.

I had ran to them, punched a policeman in the face, only to be tackled down by a firefighter. I was screaming, screaming for mom. I was mad, I elbowed the fireman in the stomach, but he still held onto me, telling me it wasn’t safe. The house could collapse any minute.

Right when he said that, it did. I yelled at him, telling him my mom was in there.

He had stared at me, pity in his eyes. He frowned, said that she wouldn’t be in there anymore.

I screamed at him, asking him why they didn’t go in there to see if someone was alive in there. Why they didn’t do anything. I told him she could’ve still been alive if they tried. He glared at me, told me that they did everything they could. Said that the house was already covered in the red-hot flames when they got there. It had already been too late….

That was a month ago. And now, here I was, laying in a new bed, one that didn’t squeak when I moved, one that didn’t scrape the floor.

I was living under the roof of John Eric Winchester. He was my father. Though, he never really was one, seeing as he was never there. He left when I was five, and Sam was three. He’d left to live with his mistress, Kate Milligan. Said she was expecting a baby and that it was his.

So, he left to go take care of his other son instead of taking care of his two sons.

Mom didn’t take it well at first. She had cried herself to sleep on most nights, had to sell our house and get a smaller, cheaper one. She even got a second job, working days and nights.

Though later on, things got better. Mom got money from the lottery. It wasn’t much, only forty thousand. She quit one of her jobs, and we stayed in that house. She could put food on the table every night again, and she could tuck her boys into bed.

But, nothing stays good for forever, seeing as everything is fucked up now.

Now I was living with John, his wife Kate, and his other son Adam. The only real family I had left was Sam. So, things were still sort of okay.

Aside for the fact that I was at a new school, and being forced to play football for John. Though I wouldn’t show up for any of the practices, or games. I won’t play football, I didn’t want to anymore. Mom had encouraged me to play football, and she was really the only motivation I had for it.

I sighed, sitting up from my bed and looked to my bedroom door when there was a knock. “Come in.”

“Hey, Dean. Dinner is ready if you want to come eat?”