A Pocket full of Broken Dreams

Chapter 3: Slices of Friendship

I tossed and turned in my bed for a while. I knew the 5 hours of sleep I had gotten would be it for the night, as I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. I tried though, searching around for a comfortable spot to lie back too before I was pulled back from the dream world and into the real world. But it was no use. I yanked the blue blanket off my body. It fell gracefully to the other side of the mattress. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands trying to wipe the remnants of sleep out of them. The digital red numbers on the clock read 4:30am. I groaned and rolled my eyes. It was to late to go anywhere and it was much too early for class to be anywhere near starting. I collapsed back onto the bed and heard the spring in the mattress jump. I fixated my eyes up at the ceiling looking at the spinning fan hanging above my head. All I could think about was Dean. With each spin my thoughts swirled into images of Dean. I saw his smile and the dimples in his cheeks. The hearty laugh he gave to my obviously crappy jokes. I smiled at the thought. I had thought of what would happen if Dean found out how I felt about him and how I felt about guys in general. I thought it would scare me but this time something was different. Dean was different. This time I felt like everything would be fine if he knew. Maybe this was what my mom was talking about when she said it was about me and to let those feelings go. For once, in my life I wasn’t afraid to hide it. Although, I probably still wouldn’t tell him. I got out of my bed and threw on some dark grey pants with a white dress shirt and a blue sweater vest. I searched around for my dark brown moccasins and slipped them onto my feet. I opened my bedroom door and made my way down the stairs. I didn’t bother to tiptoe past my father and brothers’ bedroom door as they were probably in too deep of a sleep to wake up from footsteps. I slipped out of the front door shutting it quietly on my way out.

I made my way down the street, stopping at the only place I knew would be open at four-in-the-morning. I walked up to a building sitting on the corner with a sign hanging above it that read Harvelle’s Pizzeria. I walked through the glass doors and saw a blonde haired girl wiping down the counters. She looked up as I walked through the door. Her face lit up with joy. “CAS!!” she called dropping the rag and running from behind the counter. She ran up to me and encased me into her arms. “Hey Jo” I choked out, out of breathe from how hard she was squeezing my body. She did always give the most warmest and slightly aggressive hugs. Jo stepped back and stared up at me. “I haven’t seen you in God knows how long.” Her country accent smooth like butter on pancakes. “I saw that brother of yours in here the other day though. I reject him every time and he knows I’m gonna reject him but it’s like he just doesn’t care. He keeps trying to go out with me. Boy’s delusional if he thinks he has a chance.” Her voice going a bit flat but still slightly upbeat. My older brother Gabe had always had a crush on Jo. I remember when he first laid eyes on her. He said she was the one, but to be fair he says that to all the chicks before he takes them home. I could see where Gabe was coming from though.

Jo had wavy blonde hair that looked golden. Her eyes were a light brown and had a tint to them that made them look somewhat hazel under the moonlight. She had a warm smile that was filled with as much joy and happiness as a kid on christmas. And her voice could melt your heart with just one word. Jo was innocent and kind but, don’t be fooled because she could handle a 410 shotgun like nobody’s business and if you messed with her she could put you down faster than a drunk guy in a bar fight defending his favorite sports team. She was one of those girls who didn’t have time to waste her life on the things that would be trouble or hold her back. Which would explain why she never goes out with Gabe.

My brother Gabriel or Gabe for short was the definition of trouble and the complete opposite of Jo, down to the last pressing detail. Gabe had slicked back brown hair that curled upwards at the tips, and reached just above the collar of every shirt he wore. His eyes were like the color of whiskey through a shotglass, and his voice was animated and lively. He was one of those people whose voices could make anything sound funny. I use to love listening to him tell me stories when I was younger as he was one of those people you could listen to talk all day long. But, Gabe also had a few character flaws and by a few I mean a lot. Gabe is quite the trickster. In fact he’s been playing pranks on me before I was even out of my crib and able to sleep in a real bed. He was once suspended from High-school for 2 weeks for a prank he pulled. The prank involved itching powder, honey, feathers, underwear, a flagpole, a stapler, a tie, a desk, chalk, permanent markers, a megaphone, the loudspeaker, water balloons, and airhorns. I’m not gonna go into detail about the incident but let's just say that school was elated when Gabe graduated and went to college. But that poor science teacher never even saw it coming. His life will never be the same. Gabe’s also the biggest player I’ve ever seen. His black book of numbers is thicker than a bible, and he’s had so much sex on his bed upstairs that I wouldn’t be surprised if the mattress was no longer a virgin. And he’d never tell you this but if he could he’d trade all those girl’s numbers in for one date with Sam Winchester. If Jo thought Gabe was head over heels for her then she’s never seen him talk about Sam. Sam was the younger brother of Dean. And Gabriel was in love with him. Although he claims he’s not it was so obvious that blind kids could see it. But i’d never tell her that, In a way I think she likes the thrill of the chase.