Family?

6.

The background is eerily silent as the three get their heads into the books they stole from the library. The only disturbance is from the ceiling fan that squeaks every once in a while and from Dean who keeps shuffling in his seat.

"Can't you sit still for once?" Sam complains.

"It's too damn silent for my liking," Dean reasons.

"Shut up, assbutts. I'm trying to concentrate..." Castiel scolds.

"I can't read anymore. I didn't read even half of what I read today, for school," Dean says, getting up.

"And you expect us to work here while you just sit there?" Sam says.

"Let him be Sam. He's not much help anyways when it comes to books," Castiel tells him.

"Heard that!" Dean yells from inside the kitchen, opening a beer.

"You were supposed to!" Castiel retorts while Sam laughs lightly.

Dean settles down on one of the beds with his laptop.

"Are you watching porn?" Sam asks curiously.

"No?" Dean says, but it comes out more like a question.

Castiel shoots them a glare and they shut up for good. Sam stares hard at the book he has, his brows scrunched in concentration.

Castiel feels glad that he can concentrate. For once, the words on the pages actually make sense

"I'm gonna go get food!" Dean announces after a while.

"You could've just walked out the door..." Castiel grumbles.

"What is it with you today, Mr. Grumpy? PMSing like a teenage girl?" Dean rhetorically asks, walking out of the door.

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"I'm on a highway to hell!" Dean belts out the lyrics to 'Highway to Hell', nodding his head as he drives to the blood bank to get 'food'.

He stealthily makes his way to the lockers and picks out a few packs of a variety of blood groups. He walks nimbly on his toes, like a pro robber. He's been here thousands of times, he knows his way like the back of his hand.

After the blood bank, Dean decides to visit the local Betty's cafe. According to him, they make the best pies in town. And the waitresses were hot. So why not?

Unable to chose between apple and plum, Dean buys both and heads back to the apartment. On his way, he sees his dream, his baby. He stops his car right next to it. A sleek, black Chevrolet Impala, a 1967 model. AKA Dean's dream car. He can't help but get down and walk over.

"Oh baby!" He involuntarily moans, like he's had the best sex ever.

He takes a look at the car from every angle, with so much love that he looked like an adorable love-sick puppy.

The number plate said- Kansas KAZ 2Y5.

He had wanted that car since forever. It was rare, and this was the first time in years that he had seen it.

Determination fills him up and he starts picking at the lock.

A few minutes and the lock goes 'click!' Dean groans in appreciation and victory.

Wasting no time, he gets all his stuff from his old car and loads it into his 'baby'. Leaving the Lincoln on the road, he drives away in the Chevy, music blaring out loud.

Little did he know what awaited him back at the apartment. Parking the car carefully, Dean skips up to the apartment in a happy mood. He unlocks the door and announces,"Food!" But no one answers.

"Cas?" He calls.

"Sam?" His happy mood has left no traces. Instead, a terrified expression fills his face.

The chairs where the two were seated when he left are tumbled over. The books are strewn accross the floor. Shattered glass of a broken beer bottle adds to the mess.

"Cas!" He calls out again, the bags in his hands now dropped in the table.

Did Sam do something to Cas?
No, Cas said he was alright.
Was someone else here?
No, the two were well built enough to fend for themselves.

Then what?

Time to find out on his own...

Dean and Castiel had their fair share of enemies. And Sam did too.

Dean cautiously walks into the kitchen, hi gun ready to fire. The scene in front of him makes him relax considerably, but not fully. Castiel was sat on the kitchen floor with his head in his hands, moaning in pain. Whilst, Sam was trying to comfort him.

"What happened?" Dean asks, concern etched on his face.

"We were reading and he suddenly started screaming and he closed his eyes and grabbed his head and stumbled about making a mess and groaning in pain and... And..." Sam sounded panicky.

"Easy, easy," Dean says to him.

Sam and Dean make Castiel drink some water. He realxes visibly and asks for aspirin. Sam quickly fetches him some.

"Did you have a vision?" Dean asks calmly.

"Yeah!" Castiel says. "It was..." He starts to describe but Dean stops him.

"Go and rest," Dean tells him. Castiel nods and obeys.

Sam and Dean clear up the mess and talk while they are at it.

"So what did you get?" Dean asks, while they pick up the shards of shattered glass.

"Not much. But we know that this," he takes a pause and point at the mark on his wrist,"is Enochian."

"Enochian? That's Greek to me," Dean says.

Sam laughs. "Well, I'm no geek like you," Dean reasons.

"Enochian is the language of the Angels," Sam explains.

"Oh? But we are no Angels," Dean smirks.

"We aren't. But the mark is," Sam states, leaving the room to discard the glass.

Meanwhile, Castiel has calmed down fully and is opening himself a beer.

"You're brothers," Castiel states out of the blue.

"What?!" Sam and Dean say together.

"Yes. I can explain," Castiel says.

"Go on then," Sam urges him to speak.

"The vision; there was this curly haired man," Castiel begins," and two crying kids. There was another man, Aiden, to be precise."

"Who's Aiden?" Sam asks.

"The leader of our nest. The one who brought us in when we were very young, or that's what we've been told. Rescued from the streets," Dean answers his question.

"Aiden had a weird look on his face and the curly haired man told him that he gives him the Winchester brothers, or something along those lines. And he called the boys 'Sam' and 'Dean'. Those are your names. And the boys had the same mark on their wrists. You two are brothers. The Winchester brothers! You two are family!" Castiel concludes dramatically.

A moment of silence and Sam says,"Brothers?!" At the same time Dean says,"Family?!"

"Bravo!" Someone say from outside the main door while slow clapping.

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