Why not? Destiel & Sam/Jess (high school AU)

Shooting range

Dean

I haven't asked my dad about this Aiden guy. I don't know why, it could help us find Sammy, but I'm just so scared he will get mad. I've seen him been drinking lately and making him upset is the last thing you want to do when he's drunk.

The way the demon described the place that Sammy is at, a place even demons don't want to go to, it makes me sick to my stomach. At night, all I can think is I had one job, and it was to watch out for Sammy, and I couldn't even do that. After all, how can I forgot when I'm reminded every night from my dad. But he's right. This is all my fault.

"Dean. This is not your fault." Cas says. I spin around, confused. I hadn't even realized I said that out loud.

"Have they found anything about Sam or the others yet?" I asked, not wanting to answer. He sighs.

"Nothing. It's insane, it's like they've been completely wiped off the face off the earth. We haven't even found one sign of them!" He says, getting worked up. Wanting him to calm down, I pat the tall chair next to me. We are still at the bar, by the way. He sits down and puts his head on the table. I take another sip of my beer. He looks up at the drink like its the most ridiculous he's ever seen.

"Seriously Dean? You're 17." He states. I raise my eyebrows.

"So?" I don't get the big deal is. It's just beer. At least I'm not drinking whiskey.

"So, you're not even 21! At this rate, you'll become an alcoholic!" I roll my eyes at his over exaggerating.

"Cas, at the rate I'm going, I won't have any time to be an alcoholic." He shakes his head.

"Dean, you don't have to be a hunter when you get older." He says. I let out a little laugh.

"As long as my dad is alive, I'm never getting out of this life." He hits my arm.

"Dean. You have to stand up for yourself." I shake my head.

"Cas, you wouldn't understand." He scrunched his eyebrows.

"What do you mean I wouldn't understand? There has been situations where I've had to stick up for myself." I roll my eyes. I love cas, but he doesn't understand that to my dad, there is no difference between standing up for yourself and complaining. And in this family, we are not aloud to complain.

"Just, forget about it." I say instead, taking another sip of my beer.

"Anyways," cas says, changing the subject. "I think I found a case." He says, tossing a newspaper onto the table. "Victim was found dead inside their own house lying on the floor. Weirdest part? Their heart was missing." I raise my eyebrows in shock. Cas did all this by himself? I mean, sure. He's new, and still doesn't know what it means when someone's heart is missing, but how could he? He still has lots to learn. But then I get kind of angry.

"Really cas? You want to work on a case while everyone is missing?" He sighs.

"Listen Dean. I'm aware that they are gone. And right now, there is nothing we can do about it. But you know what we can do? Prevent more deaths. You know? Doing your job?" Damn, he has a point. I do kind of miss hunting.

"Okay cas, if we do this, and that's a big IF, we can not tell my dad." He smiles in victory.

"Pinky swear." He says holding out his pinky. I look at it.