Not in that Way- Destiel/Sabriel

Chapter 8- Dean

Sam has been at college now for almost two months. Two whole months. For as long as I can remember Sam and I have been together. Side by side fighting all the shit this world throws at us.

When I was only four out mom died in a house fire. After that our dad slowly went crazy. He was convinced that she was murdered. He drug us all over the country, here and there we would get a few days at new schools, but it wasn't enough.

Soon dad was drinking away his pain. Bottles always littered the Impala or the countless hotel rooms. Once I tried to get him to stop. I tried to take the bottle from him he instead slammed it into my skull. After that he hit me frequently.

I always just let him. I had to protect Sammy. That's what I was supposed to do. Protect my little brother.

Years after when Sam turned 12, dad died. He was out of booze again and I refused to get him more. For that he beat me and left me bloodied on the floor. He never came back.

We cried that night when the officers told us that he had died in an accident. It was his fault, the bastard never should have been driving anyways.

Sam cried for him. He loved our dad. He never knew what he did to me. I cried because he was gone. He was finally gone and we were free.

After our dad died, our Uncle Bobby took us in. He was more of a father to me than dad ever was. Bobby and his soulmate Ellen took care of us as if we were their kids. To then we basically were.

For awhile everything was good. Sam and I got to stay at a school for more than a few weeks and I got to finally finish high school.

When I turned 18, I had to move away. I could see Bobby and Ellen were struggling to support Sam and I along with their daughter Jo. So I moved away and Sam begged until I said he could come with me. We didn't go far. Sam had finally made some friends and even had a girlfriend.

I started working at Bobby's auto shop and Sam got to stay in the same school.

Everything was good until Sam's senior year. Sam was happy. Like super happy. His grades were amazing. He was valedictorian. He had a full ride scholarship to Stanford next year. He had so many friends I couldn't count all of them. And he was in love. What more could he want?

Then his girlfriend Jess died. Just like our mom Jess died in a house fire and it opened up old wounds that Sam had buried deep down. He just lost it. It was as if somebody had sucked every last ounce of happiness from his life.

His grades slipped. Stanford contacted me about his scholarship, which they were thinking about taking away. All of his friends left him alone to grieve. He lost the love of his life.

He was so certain that she was the one. And then she was just gone. After that he went crazy for love. He turned 18 only a few months after her death. After he turned 18 he search far and wide for his soulmate. All he wanted was that feeling of love again.

He called me a while ago. He was so excited. He had found his soulmate. We must have talked for over an hour before he finally stopped to take a breath. He just gushed about his soulmate. Castiel he had said to me Isn't it just the most beautiful name you've ever heard.

Then he called again just a few weeks ago. I asked him how things were. Apparently not good because before I could even finish that question Sam had broken down into sobs. He told me that something was off (Woah 666 words). That their entire relationship felt wrong. He had wanted so badly for so long to be happy. Hell, I was a little happier knowing he had found his soulmate.