Angel (Destiel)

Chapter 1

There he is. Sitting in front of me, scratching his black hair, the only kid in the class wearing a suit. Weirdo. And again, I've lost myself staring at Mr. Novak.

Dammitt.

I don't know the guy but the scruffy trenchcoat, backwards tie and tired eyes are more familiar than my own childhood home. I don't even listen to the lecture. I'm so carried away looking at this weird kid in front of me. The kid wearing a goddamn suit. He's been sitting in front of me for two months and I still haven't spoken to him. I still haven't asked about the friggin suit. I'm probably never going to speak to him. And I'll probably fail this course because I'm too busy looking at, and thinking about, the kid in a goddamn suit! Who does he think he is? He's doing a metalwork course at university and he's wearing a shirt, tie, waistcoat and trenchcoat. Who does that?

The last half hour of the lecture involve suit boy moving very slightly and looking at me when he stood up to leave. He smiled, I scowled. I couldn't help but tell myself, Nice one Dean, crush on a boy and hate on him at your first interaction. When I leave, my brother, Sam, is sat on the bonnet of my car.
"Dude!" I shout, "Get your ass off my Baby! You might hurt her..." I play a hurt look on my face and Sam laughs,
"You'll never get a girlfriend or a boyfriend, Dean, you love the damn car too much," He teases. I playfully punch his shoulder and call him a bitch. He winks at me and calls me a jerk. We sit in the car waiting for Sam's girlfriend, Jess. I start the engine as the cute blonde girl comes over, a coffee in hand.
"Jessica Moore! We've been waiting ages and you've been buying yourself a coffee?!" I joke in an exasperated tone. She laughs and kisses Sam.
"Hey Dean," She smiles. Jessica Moore is the best thing that has ever happened to Sammy and I look forward to calling her my sister-in-law. She's clever and creative, hilarious and hot, a real catch. She fixed my little brother in ways no one else could.

The rest of our journey is decorated with Jess and Sam discussing their different courses. Jess does english literature - she wants to be an english teacher - and Sam does law. He has had his heart set on being a lawyer for as long as I can remember. For me, it's cars; I love them. I grew up helping our Uncle Bobby at his mechanic business and honestly, since then I've only ever wanted to do that. Then Sam and Dad had The Fight. They screamed and shouted, and Sammy left to go to Stanford University. I was alone and unwanted so I enrolled myself to a metalwork course at Stanford. When I got there, I requested that Sam be my roommate and I slid an extra 30 dollars  to the receptionist, giving her a wink and my famous blue steel. Sam was appalled when I turned up but soon after he gave up trying to get me away and introduced me to Jess. They'd been together half a year at this point and a year later and they are still together.

We arrive at Jess's dorm house and I drop her off. Sam asks if she would like to join us for dinner but she refuses, saying that she has a ton of stuff to read tonight for tomorrow. She kisses Sam, waves at me and sways into the house. Me and Sam silently finish the trip back to our dorm and I begin to cook my speciality burgers, The Winchester Whoppers. I shout to ask Sam if he wants chips or salad, guessing his inevitable healthy answer.
"Salad!" He pauses, "Whoppers again?"
I laugh heartily, "It's always Whoppers, Sammy!" And it really is always Whoppers. I learnt to cook burgers at age 9 because our Dad was always away. He never told us his job and Stanford is the first school I've been to for more than 3 months since we've always moved around a lot. Everything has always been Sammy and I against the world. Sam's the brain, I'm the brawn and now we've got Jess for the beauty. The Winchester bros; always since 1982.