Leave The Pieces

Chapter One: Confession

The stores pass along Castiel's window as he glances at the fast moving grass. His mind wanders to several scenarios. "Whats the town called again?" Castiel looked at his dad with a confused look. He cocked his head slightly, crooking the corners of his eyes into a squint.

"Hoyt Lakes" his father Chuck said with a monotoned voice. This must've been his dads mid life crisis. Who moves from New York to a one horse town like this one?

Castiel groaned. "Where are we now?" He said shifting his glare out the window. He watched a store pass that said 'Zups'.  It looked like an old, worn down grocery store.

"Its the next town over." Chuck said tuning the music to the closest available country music station. Castiel wasn't a fan of country. He sighed once more. He was forced to go half way across the country so his dad was satisfied. Chuck had a job at L&R law firm in New York. Now he planned on working at a mine called Ploymet. Why did Castiels father insist on giving up and amazing town, job, and house for a mining job? A moderately suburban house? In a one horse town? Castiel sighed once more losing focus of what he was staring at out the window. once he was aware of his surroundings once more, he saw the sign. 'Welcome to Hoyt Lakes'.

The father and son pulled up the a house on Coventry Road, revealing a simple blue house, which held a fenced in yard and a beautiful porch and deck. The deck wrapped around the back of the house,  while the front porch was enclosed. It was a normal sized house, but it sure as hell wasn't his old one.

Chuck pulled the 26 foot truck into the driveway that was on only a few feet longer. Castiel got out of the truck that read 'UHaul' on the side in big red lettering. Castiel took one look at the house, then back at the truck. He groaned awaiting the work they had ahead of them. Chuck hopped out as the radio still occupied music. Chuck smiled at Castiel. He stood with both hands on hips, looking at the house. "Ain't she a beaut? " he smiled wide and looked at his slightly shorter son. The seventeen year old groaned. "Oh yeah, I've always had a thing for a house the size of our truck." He mimicked his father taking the same stance. Chuck smirked. "Funny" he said throwing a playful punch to his sons left shoulder.

They got things from the truck into the house when they were stopped by a neighbor. "You boys must be the novaks?" a sweet southern drawl soaked in his voice. Castiel looked up from behind the stack of boxes in his hands, smiling. He met eyes with an older man, who must've been in his fourties. He had a worn, old truckers hat on, with a ripped flannel. His jeans filled with car grime and grease.

He smiled at Castiel as he set down the boxes. "I'm Castiel, this is my father Chuck." the seventeen year old said in reply to the older man. He gestures towards his father who had just walked off of the back deck. "Chuck" they reach their hands out for a shake. The man shakes both of them. "Bobby" he said in his once again, southern drawl. "Nice to meet you" Castiel said, attempting to pick the boxes from the ground.

"Here. Lemme help" a slight southern drawl dripped from his voice too. Though this voice didn't occupy one of the older man. Castiel looked up to meet bright green eyes. "Dean. Dean Winchester " Dean released a smile that made Castiel studder. "Uh Castiel, Castiel Novak" he said in a slightly shaky voice, hoping no one would hear. "That's my nephew, he lives with me along with his little brother, Sam". Bobby introduced the taller man. Chuck smiled and shook Deans hand after he lfted the boxes and balanced them in one arm. Castiel stayed mostly quiet, in hopes to not look like a complete moron.

The older Winchester brother helped them move their several belongings into the smaller house.

"There" Dean said setting the last box into Castiel's room, that laid in the back of the house. Dean pat his hands together signifying finalization of the effort. "Thank you" Castiel said quietly still trying to maintain his 'cool'. Castiel got shy around Dean because he was bi. By every mean. And his father knew this, but didn't approve. They were church goers for gods sake. There was no way, a gay guy would be appreciated in the house of God.

"Anytime" Dean said with a wide smile that tugged at his cheeks. When he smiled Castiel shyed away. He looked down and shoved his hands into his Jean pockets. He wore a dark marron shirt to match, that showed off his ty ones muscles and sunkissed skin. He may have been a city boy, but he was gay. His appearance was important. His hair was spiked upwards in messy formation. He wore a black watch on his right wrist. Castiel's feet occupied black shoes that seemed to be on the dressier side. The blue eyed, black haired boy smiled and bit his lip lightly. He looked back up at Dean behind his eyelashes. Then back at his feet.

Dean stayed silent and smiled nervously rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. He looked up at Castiel and opened his mouth to say something when a fatherly voice cut him off. "Castiel, start unpacking your room. Then we can do the kitchen. " he said walking into Castiels room. "Yeah yeah yeah" he said mocking his father. His fake attitude raised a chuckle from his father. Dean smiled. "Need any help?" He said glancing at both of the Novak boys. "If you wanna help Castiel that would be fine." He said patting deans shoulder before exiting and blasting country music from the kitchen. Dean chuckled at the music. "Country huh?" He chuckled. "I'm more of a rock person but country is a close second." He smiled at Castiel, resting his arms to his sides.

"At least someone understands that." Castiel mumbled. "If you want to help you can, but I don't want to impose." He said scratching his forearm nervously. Dean laughed a laugh that must've come from his stomach. It was a deep laugh, but it made Castiel smile. "Shut up, let's unpack" he said patting Castiel's shoulder.

"So Cas.  Can I call you Cas? Good." He said not giving the younger Novak time to reply. He looked back at Cas. "So do you always keep half naked pictures of Jesse McCartney? " he said lifting a solder poster occupying the half naked body. Castiel blushed as his eyes widened. He ripped it from deans hands as he threw it, keeping eye contact. It was more on the comical side than anything. Dean laughed, another gut filled laugh. Castiel chuckled in reply. "Well now I may have to kill you" he said smoothly as a joke. Dean laughed once more, meeting his eyes with Castiel's. Cas observed him heavily.

Dean Winchester wore a tigheter black shirt, with a red and white flannel rolled up onto his arms. He wore lighter blue jeans, also occupied by grease stains. He wore dark, square shaped cowboy boots. Much like the rest of his clothes, they we're worn. But it contrasted his dark blonde, spiked hair.

"Well I  know your  deepest darkest secret. You're stuck with me" Dean joked lightly. Honestly, Castiel didn't mind. He stayed silent while a smile sparked on his face.

They continued to unpack the rest of Castiel's room. At one point Cas caught Dean singing a song chuck was playing.  "I'm comin over, running every red light. To hell with the closure, save it for another time. " he sang lightly, but just loud enough for it to be heard by the admiring younger of the two. He chuckled, then Dean looked up. His eyes widened. "No one is to know" he said point a finger at Cas. Cas chuckled and made an 'x' motion across his heart. Now that Cas knew Dean sang, the Winchester continued as they unpacked the last box. "All done" Castiel said wiping his brow from mild sweat.

The boys continued unpacking the house, working into the night. The older Winchester helped them up until about 2 am.

"Thanks for the help Dean" chuck said patting his shoulder on the way out of the house to the garage. "Anytime " he said yelling after the older Novak.

Castiel rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Eventful day, huh?" He said in hopes to get a laugh  his hopes can true when a chuckled slipped from deans plump lips. Dean smiled. " that's okay, I've got one of Channing Tatum" he said as he rubbed his hair nervously. He winked in hopes of making the shorter boy feel better.

Castiel's eyes widened. He ho longer felt odd, he was relieved. "Good to know" he smiled a reassuring smile to Dean. The boys split ways with a small handshake. It was awkward, but deans grip was soft, yet strong. Sending chills down Castiel's spine. "Good night Dean. "
" night Cas." They split ways as Castiel headed for his now, much smaller room.

Authors notes.
So all of these chapter titles are going into be country song titles.... because of deans hidden passion? No. Just feel like it. XD
Anyways. Stay tuned for Mr. Novak to slowly pull apart the famous Dean Winchester once they enter school doors. Is Dean the same?