Against All Odds -Destiel

Chapter 1

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(Warning: this story deals with some pretty heavy stuff including violence, offensive name calling, strong language, abuse, and things of that nature. If you are sensitive to that sort of thing, I do not recommend reading this.)

"Against All Odds."

Music can teach you a lot about love. Love is a battlefield, it isn't always on time, and it's all you need. I wish I had understood all of that before. Maybe I would have been more careful. Maybe I wouldn't have done the things I did. Maybe I wouldn't be sitting here at a table in an empty bar staring at the rusty old van in the parking lot and writing songs and stories about love and freedom. Maybe...

                    

 

I am going to relay to you the story of how I got here and reveal all the dirty little secrets that everyone has been trying to force out of me. I am going to write this in the third person, omniscient point of view. It is important that you know the perspectives of the different people who all have vital roles to play.

 

You wanted my story, my secrets, my feelings, everything. So here it is.

I hope that whoever is reading this may come to know that I cannot go back. I won't go back.

I think I'll start at the very beginning: Fall, 1995. Lawrence, Kansas.

                    

 

The name 'Winchester' held some weight in the small town of Lawrence. Respected, hard working, popular among the townsfolk, and kind but assertive. So when their first son, Dean, was born in January of 1979, everyone expected the greatest from him. Though it was a lot of pressure for one young boy, he didn't seem to mind.

 

Dean was a handsome, determined boy with neat sandy blond hair and deep green eyes. He was smart and genuine and a good older brother. He was soft-spoken, but not afraid to speak his mind. He was well mannered and polite. The people that had the pleasure of knowing him had nothing but good things to say about him. With confidence he carried himself, floating like a feather in the wind. Everything about Dean shined radiantly like a star in the moonless night. The whole world seemed to part before him like Moses and the Red Sea. There was nothing standing Dean's way

Winchester was a renowned name in the small town of Lawrence. When someone spoke the name 'Winchester', you knew it was with respect. The Winchester's were good people. And everyone knew it. Dean was to be no exception.

Dean looked older than he was, often being mistaken for a senior or even a college student. He was average in height and average in weight, but everyone seemed to believe there was something extraordinary about Dean.

He wore his normal band t-shirt, light blue jeans, and green jacket. Downstairs, he could hear his little brother scampering about the kitchen and the living room, their mom scolding him about running in the house. He looked at the clock, cursing quietly to himself. He was late.

He was only a sophomore in high school but Dean was already taking advanced courses meant for upperclassmen. It was Dean's pride. He had never had anything less than a high B. He was every teachers favorite student and every parents wish. Soon enough, Dean surpassed all the teachings that his small private school could ever have to offer. And this meant one thing: It was time to transfer schools.