Like Kids Again - Destiel and Sabriel

1: Dean

Ten years later...

         "Sam, I really don't understand why you're freaking out all of a sudden.  What has gotten into you?"

Panic was present in Sam's voice on the other end of the phone.  I could tell he was running around, filing through random papers and going back and forth to the computer.  I sighed and rubbed my eyes, throwing a few random things from my bedroom drawers into the moving boxes placed in every room of my tiny apartment. 

"Dean, I—I just don't know if I'm going to win this one.  I mean, my client has a solid alibi, but now she wants to testify against him and everything's just a big mess."  Sam confessed, out of breath.

"Dude, you're fine," I told him strictly, continuing to dig through my drawers and throwing away things that were no longer needed in a trash bag being held in my left hand.  I paused for a second to readjust my phone in between my hunched up shoulder and ear before opening the last drawer in the bedroom.  "You're the best lawyer in the state, and you know that.  You've got this, okay?"

Sam scoffed on the other end.  "Well I have no medal for that Dean.  I mean...what if I fail this woman? What if she really is innocent and I mess something up and she goes to prison for the rest of her life—"

"Hey," I snapped.  Sam's blubbering went silent.  "Listen to me, you will be able to win this for her.  I know that you have been working your ass off on this case and you and I both know you are able to prove her innocence.  So shut your pie hole and go win that court case, you hear me?"

I opened the drawer as I awaited for Sam's answer, digging around and throwing random scraps of paper away in the trash.

"Wow," Sam has finally responded, laughing lightly. 

"What?" I questioned, questionably discovering an old pickle jar amongst the junk I had already thrown away. 

"Nothing, just," Sam replied.  "How do you stay so...positive all the time? I mean, it's like you finally grew up when you went to that economics college in Boston."

Finally, I had almost thrown everything away when there was only one paper left at the bottom of the drawer.  I flipped it over and nearly tossed it away just like the others, until very last second I realized it was a photograph dated in 2009. 

"Uh.." I replied slowly, trying to conjure up my answer.  Currently I was more interested in this mystery photo than my brother's amazement that I actually could show my humanity with him.

I flipped the photo over and my heart dropped for only a second when I realized who was actually in the photograph.  It was me and a boy standing in front of my father's friend's  (Bobby Singer, somewhat of an uncle of mine's) auto-shop.  I had my arm around him, him kissing my cheek while I clutched a rolled up piece of paper in my right hand.  I looked over the boy, smiling at the memory of which this happened.  His name was Castiel, a boy I had met during my last semester of the community college I was going to.  God, he had the most beautiful eyes, along with the most beautiful and kind heart of any person I had ever met.  I really did love him.  Everything about him.  But everything ended app of a sudden, not in a fight, not in an accident of any sorts.  He just...ignored me, for months.  Why? I still ask myself.  Why end our perfect relationship?

"Hello? Dean?"

"Oh," I said, snapping out of my trance.  "Yeah, uh, how do I stay positive? Well, um..."

I looked back at the photo, and I smiled softly. 

"Let's just say an angel lifted me out of a hard time, and told me that no matter what, you should always try to see the bright side of things," I finished. 

"Hm," Sam replied.  "Well, thanks, Dean.  Wish me luck."

"All the luck in the world, Sammy," I returned.  I dropped the trash bag on the floor and took out my wallet, opening it and folding up the photograph so that it got perfectly in the little window pocket right in the front. 

"Bye, Dean.  I'll tell you all about it," Sam concluded. 

"See ya, Sammy.  Visit my new place sometime, will ya?" I replied, picking up the trash bag and sealing the final box with thick packing tape.

"Will do, bye," Sam said.

"Bye," I smiled. 

He hung up the phone call and I eased my shoulder down, putting my phone in my back pocket and tying up the top of the trash bag.  I heaved it over my shoulder and walked to my apartment's front door, swinging it open and carefully walking down the steps down to the trash cans underneath my floor. 

I hurried up to my apartment and closed the door behind me, beginning to stack up and organize some of the scattered boxes that were sitting around the living room floor.  I made one last call to a moving truck before finally taking a break to sit down and check some emails from work. 

All I had to do now was wait, how hard could that be?
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          "What do you mean you can't come until ten next morning? I scheduled for tonight at seven fifteen," I quizzed the driver of the moving vehicle impatiently.  "I have a meeting tomorrow at eight o'clock sharp!"

"Sorry, Mr. Winchester.  Perhaps I can get another driver over to you by ten tonight instead?" The driver offered. 

I sighed.  "That would be wonderful, thank you."

"Alright," the driver replied.  "I'll get you a Mr. Lucifer N. to your place immediately."

"Thank you," I repeated.  "Have a good night."

"You too," said the driver. 

I fell back in to the sealed off couch and rubbed my eyes, tired, frustrated.  I hope Sam was doing better than me, he was really stressed earlier.  Maybe I could find something for him to do later.  Keep him occupied.  Get him a hobby.  Anything to stop the man from calling me just to rant about a court case he is fully capable of winning. 

I lazily looked to my left and noticed I had forgotten to label one of the boxes.  Ugh, that will be a pain in the ass to find later.  I got up and grabbed a fat sharpie marker from the empty kitchen countertop, popping open the cap with my teeth.  I ripped apart the tape and opened the box, eyes glowing up when I had finally found the perfect thing to do to pass the time. 

The box was filled with books from my favorite series.  Normally reading isn't really my thing, but after finding these books a few months back, I fell into a rabbit hole of stories that were so thrilling and suspenseful.  I just couldn't put them down, they were so good.  The series was about a doctor, he was a new recruit to his floor of a very old hospital built all the way back in the 1920s.  As he goes on about his life, saving people each day, he notices that the halls of the hospital aren't as quiet and empty as they seem.  In reality, spirits of dead patients from the 1920s-30s haunt the halls, and each day at work on the night shift, the main character has to try his best to survive. 

Sam had recommended them to me since he claimed I was an (and I quote): "Imagineless freak."  Alright, he had a point there, sometimes I can be a bit judgemental of new things.  But I am so happy that I did give this series a chance, and I hear a new book will be released in the next upcoming weeks.  Man, that will get a bunch of sales once it hits the bookstores in each state.  Perhaps I should schedule an early order...

Anyway, I grabbed the latest book that I had still not finished and labeled the box "Doctor Reginald Series" on the side.  I grabbed the book and plopped back on the couch, turning to the last page I had been on, and began reading the next chapter. 

And right when I did so, the doorbell rang. 

"Mr. Winchester?" A voice called through the wooden front door.  "This is Lucifer, I'm here to help you move your shit to the penthouse."