Destiel High School FanFiction

A Note

"Sammy! I'm home!", Dean shouted and shut the door behind him.
"SAM? Where are you?"
He went into the living room but Sam wasn't there. Then he went to Sam's bedroom. Some of his things were gone and there was a note on his desk. 'I didn't have a choice, call Bo'. It was his brother's handwriting but it was rushed and seemed like he wasn't able to finish it. Dean was afraid. '''Call Bo' .. Bo.. BOBBY!', Dean thought and quickly dialed Booby's number in his phone.
"Hello?"
"Bobby? It's me, Dean.", Dean said with panic in his voice.
"Dean. Aren't you with your father? Is everything alright?"
"My father? What? No. I was with... a friend... and when I came home, Sam's stuff is gone and I can't find him anywhere."
"Idjit.", Bobby cursed.
"What? Me?"
"No! Not you. John. I thought he was picking up both of you."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"John called me yesterday. He told me he wouldn't be able to come home for about a month and that he would take Sam with him. I told him he couldn't part you two and that he had to take you with him. After we had an long argument he agreed but seems like he changed his mind."
"So Sam is with our father?"
Dean was a bit relieved that he was fine, but that he was with their father didn't really mean he was fine. Right after he ended his conversation with Bobby he called his father.
"Where are you?!", He shouted in his phone, immediately after his father had picked up.
"On the road."
"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you wait for me?"
"You weren't there and I had to go. Sam tried to call you but you didn't answer. It isn't my fault that you were to busy for your brother. It was the second now you left Sam alone."
"Is he alright? Can I talk to him?"
"No, you can't."
"Why? You can't just take him? What am I supposed to do?"
"Nothing. You seemed to be fine with leaving your brother so now I'm taking him and you're not responsible for him anymore."
"I will always be responsible for him! Please, let me talk to him!"
"I said NO."
"But-"
John had hung up. Dean threw his phone across the room and cursed his father. What should he do? He was on his one. Without his brother. He never was without his brother. He never wanted to be without his brother. And all because he allowed himself to be happy for only one day. If he wouldn't have been with Cas he would have been there. He would have been there for his brother and he would have still been here. Dean was angry. Angry with his dad, angry with himself, angry with everything. He went to the bathroom, splashing water in his face to get his mind free. But it didn't work. He thought about Cas. Cas. If he just would have left it the way it was... Dean got more angry, he shouted when he hit the mirror in front of him, which split into a thousand pieces. His knuckles where bleeding and his eyes were full of tears. He screamed and kept punching the broken mirror till he finally broke done. His right hand covered in blood. His brother was gone. And only because Dean was stupid enough he could be happy without consequences.