Dean Winchester's Body

Ch.1: The beginning

Over an overgrown rural route in you'll see a rustic wooden sign that reads "Welcome to Devil's Kettle! Come see what we have cookin' ! Pop 7,036" Large grassy planes and tall trees as far as the eye can see, and a long straight hilly road.

This was where it had all went down.

     Devil's kettle was a quaint and quiet farming community deep in the heart of Minnesota. It was surrounded by dense woods and mirrored lakes. Devil's kettle was the kind of town that had one Highschool, one pizza joint, one bar, and one stoplight. The slow, sleepy kind town that had a swimming hole with a rope swing all the youngers went at for summer. The kind of place were everybody knew everybody.

     "Devil's kettle" sounded like a twisted, ironic joke considering what's happened in the evil hellhole of a backwater small town, but It was just named after the nearby water fall. Well, technically it was two water falls. One of them was normal, and emptied into a river basin. The other goes into a hole in the rocks at the bottom. The violent rushing water disappears down into the ground and it doesn't come back out. Scientists can't explain it, they've put all kinds of money into testing it. They dropped all kinds of things down there, orange and green bouncy balls, red dye, radioactive slime, but nothing ever resurfaces. Maybe it goes to another dimension, or more logically, maybe it's just really deep.

     Two months before the solitary confinement incident, at just about midnight, Castiel Novak stands just outside of a sprawling ranch house. It's completely dark except for a single window on the first floor. This was Dean Winchester's bedroom. there's a chicken coop and a wire livestock pen in the backyard. Castiel gazed up at those windows, contemplating the view. He'd had spent literal years of his life in that house. Hundreds of sleepovers, thousands of aimless homework sessions. A million phone calls. Laughing, talking till three a.m. Even when there was school the next day. He'd climbed through Dean Winchester's window so many times this was almost bitterly nostalgic.

     Tonight, only one of them would make it out.

     Inside Dean Winchester lies on his bed, fidgeting as he watches TV. He's a boy of a little over seventeen, with overgrown hay-like blonde hair. He's looking more thin and frail as of late. His features are handsome, but he looks pale and haggard, like he's ill. The blonde uses his index finger to pick at a festering scab on his arm. Even his fingernails are a sickly hue with a jaundiced yellow color. He's clad only in boxers and a grey and blue T-shirt that reads: 'Kettle High Varsity Football'. An old 80s horror movie flickers on the TV, but Dean only half watches, distracted. He rolls over, glancing out the window briefly. After just a moment he turns his attention back to the TV. Castiel glanced into the window now a foot or so away. Before dean notices him his face disappears from view. Dean turns off the TV and and lays back down, on his back. He sighs lightly, tired. He admittedly missed the way things used to be. More specifically, he missed the way things had been with Cas. He missed his best friend.

     Dean didn't always look this rough. It's almost impossibly hard to believe that just two months before this, Dean, Castiel, and his girlfriend meg were all completely normal people. They were their yearbook photos. Nothing more, nothing less....

Two months even earlier