I'm Holding On (Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter One: New Beginnings

Just a little author's note, I will be writing this story in different point of views, POVs. Mainly Dean and Castiel but maybe Sam and Gabriel later on. If you have not read the description, I highly recommend you do so as I will not waste my time rewriting what I put there. I hope you all enjoy my writing and if you have any comments, please do not fear typing one in. I need feedback.

(Dean's POV)

   Waking up has always been a struggle for me. The alarms on my phone are probably in double digits just because I am most definitely not a morning person. After about six alarms with five minutes between, I realize soon that I'm not going back to sleep. The thing that I hate most about mornings, other than waking up, is that damn alarm that I can not for the life of me figure out how to change. It's the same stupid cliché alarm ring every morning that bugs the shit out of me. Maybe that's why I actually get up, so I can shut it up and get on with my morning. That and the fact that my mother would have a cow if she found out I slept through another school day. I sit up after kicking the warm comforter off of me. The cold air immediately hits me. Winter sucked, but Sam loved it. He loved making snowballs, snowmen, snow angels. Basically he loved getting his hands cold to the point of frostbite and his clothes soaking wet with cold melted snow. The only thing I really enjoy about winter is Christmas and sledding. We have a spot that dad always takes us to sled. It's always been amazing. Sam and I love our little family tradition.

   Placing my feet on the cold wooden floor makes a shiver shoot up my spine and make my head twitch to the side. I stand up, yawning and stretching. Normally I would stretch in bed so I could flop like a fish as I woke up my tired muscles, but I felt a little energy rushing through me. I look around my floor to find some clothes to wear. Mom gave up on ordering me to clean my room. It was always just going to be messy. Finding a pair of jeans and a band shirt, I pull my newfound outfit on. I'm not too sure what the band is. The design has been worn down from me wearing it too much. It doesn't matter. The letterman jacket that I wear always covers any shirt I wear. I'm alright with it. None of the shirts are that amazing anyways. After pulling on some socks, I make my way to the bathroom, carrying my jacket with me. I never have time for morning showers, so I always get one before bed. I brush my teeth, skipping the flossing, then fix my hair in the mirror. My freckles were coming out now. They dusted over my nose and cheeks. Some were on my neck. They went even lower, some on my back and chest then some down to my thighs, but no one ever looked at those. While many people say my freckles bring out my candy apple eyes, I feel they make my face look a little immature.

   I'm certain Sam is awake by now, the kid is an early riser, probably finishing some book or next week's homework. My brother's a nerd. He says he's planning to be a lawyer, which is amazing. The kid has so much potential. Unlike me. But that's besides the point. Sam is going to get into a good college, like Standard or Harvard or some other fancy one. I'm probably not going to go to college because let's face it, there's nothing I'm good at other than football and judging people too fast. I would never make it as a lawyer or a doctor or some military officer. I'll probably be a mechanic. That sounds fun.

   I run into Sam on my way downstairs. The kid is really gaining some major height on me. It kind of makes my role as the protective big brother turn into the protected big yet little brother. Maybe one day I'll hit another growth spurt and gain my height back.

   Sam offers me a big smile. I inwardly groan. How can Sam be such a morning person? He seemed to be a little rushed as he spoke, "Hey, Dean. Mom made breakfast. Could you tell her that I'll be down in a second? I forgot to get her to sign that permission slip that lets me go on that trip for history class."