Dance of Passion (Destiel)

The Beginning

June 15, 2003

"Dean! Get back here" my father yelled as I ran from the house. Ever since my mom died my dad has been a abusive drunk. He hit me...hard and it hurt bad, no doubt I would have a black eye later. As soon as he hit me I ran. I couldn't take it any longer. I felt bad for leaving my 1 year old baby brother Sammy there with him but I just had to get away. Away from him, away from that house, away from life. I ran so hard yet I had no clue were I was going I just new the more I ran the farther away I would be. I soon ran out of breath and needed to take a break so I walked to a subway station and sat on a bench clutching my side from a side ach. My breathing was just about calm when I heard music start to play. It was up beat and I just wanted to dance. The people that were there walking all of a sudden stopped and gathered in a big crowd. I slowly made my way through to the front to see what was happening. And what I saw made my eyes widen with joy. I saw three men dancing. Spinning on their heads, doing back flips, sliding around everywhere, coming up with random dance moves. They wore big baggy pants and tank tops with a hat. They looked so cool up there dancing in front of all those people. Then I heard shouting and running as I turned around I saw police officers running up front I thought they were coming for me so I ran looking back only to see they weren't after me but after the dancers. The boys hopped on the train making weird faces at the cops to make them mad. I watched with wonder and a big grin on my face. I wanted to be just like them I wanted to dance in the streets, I wanted to have people watch me, I wanted to run from the law and be one of the rebels. I wanted to be a street dancer. And I knew then and there that I would...