Heaven and Hell {destiel fanficton}

Life's a Bitch

Dean's P.O.V.

Dean repeatedly pressed the CHANNEL button on the T.V. remote, trying to find a show to help him pass the time. He sighed, finding nothing to satisfy his needs at the moment. The older male looked at his watch and groaned as he saw it was only 6:32 p.m.

It was Sunday, and tomorrow was the first day of high school at Rielmore High.

It was in a small town full of bars and gas stations; a tough place to be. If you ever wanted to get somewhere nice, you'd have to travel an hour at least.

Dean stood up reluctantly and headed towards the fridge, finding his younger brother Sam opening and closing the drawers and cabinets.

Sam's P.O.V.

As Sam shut the cabinet, he could hear the patter of feet on the floor behind him. The younger male, assuming it was his brother Dean, let out a, "Hey," in a low, stressed voice just as he heard the refrigerator door open.

"Well, someone's happy to see me," Dean said in a sarcastic tone of voice. Sam looked back at his hungry brother as the older male scavenged through the fridge, and the younger brother let out a soft laugh, turning back towards to the cabinets. "What're you doing anyway?" His brother plied.

Sam stopped his continuous hunt for spices. "I was thinking about cooking dinner tonight," he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked around in the cabinets. Because of Sam's height, he had easy access to all of the higher items and the ones that were tucked in the back of the cabinets that were out of reach for most people. It was almost funny that he was so tall, seeing that he was only fifteen.

Dean let out a chuckle and looked at his brother. "Since when do you cook?"

Sam looked back at his older brother. "Since now." He said with a humorously stern voice.

Sam was never really strict, unless it was needed. He'd learned to control his anger when he had lashed out at his father.

Their father was a drunk, and if you got on his bad side, it was not pretty.

Sam and Dean's father would only come a couple times a year, and that's really only for money or beer. Sometimes John would just come at night to sleep and leave before anyone even woke up. But he would always leave behind his trail of filth.

Sam was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice the hand of his brother waving frantically in front of his face.

Dean's P.O.V.

Right after Dean had found the pie and started digging into it without even putting it on a plate, he noticed Sam just staring of into space.

Dean waved his hand in front of his face a couple times before laughing mischievously and heading to the fridge.

He shook up the can of whipped cream from the fridge, and applied a nice lump of it to the top of Sam's head, and another on Sam's nose.

The older brother swiped out his phone and took a picture just as Sam came out of his trance and realized what he was now covered in.

Sam looked at him with a pouty face, that soon turned into humorous anger as the younger male started to chase after him.