Cliché

Freckles

       Dean cooed in his sleep, remembering his early teenage years. He remembers sneaking out at night to go see movies, or to hang out with the little number of friends he had. He relives his first kiss, with a girl named Adalyne Hanks. She was the most beautiful girl Dean had ever met. She had dirty-blonde hair with eyes of whisky. Her smile was so warm, the cluster of freckles on her nose. Dean fell in love with her the first time he lay eyes on her. He remembers how she would laugh with her entire body, tilting her head back while holding her chest. Dean would do anything to see her do that again. Dean shifted in his sleep, letting the dark part of those days flood in. He remembered how his father broke his heart when he told Dean that they had to leave. He remembered how he broke Adalyne's heart when he repeated his father to her. He remembers seeing her cry as he watched from the Impala's rear window. He remembered watching her get smaller until she was nothing but a speck. Dean's eyes opened widely as he sat up from his bed. He hunched over, using his hand to cover his watery eyes.
       Dean emerged from his bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. Sam looked up from a book he was reading and shifted his eyebrows.
       "This is the latest I've seen you get up." He states while checking his watch. Dean shook his head and smiled at his little brother.  He grabbed a mug and poured cold coffee into it.
       "Really, couldn't heat it up or make some more?" Dean croaked. Sam shrugged and continued reading his book. The elder Winchester sat down after heating up his coffee. He embraced the warm fluid. Dean hummed as he sipped away at his coffee.
       "Good morning Dean," An angel appeared out of thin out behind the Winchester. Dean choked on his coffee before turning around.
       "Dammit Cas, how many times have I told you not to do that!" Dean growled at the angel. He hung his head slightly.
       "My apologies. Good morning Sam." Sam waved at Castiel from behind his book. The angel grabbed a coffee mug and turned to Dean.
"May I?" Dean shrugged and the angel proceeded to do what he's seen the Winchesters do many mornings. Cas put the kettle back into the machine and sat back down, next to Dean. "Do I just drink it?" Cas asked, staring at the coffee.
       "Yes, you drink it. I don't think you'll like it though." Dean stared back at the angel, watching him start to drink the coffee. Castiel took a sip and his eyes widened. Castiel looked down at the mug before taking a long drink. "Cas, slow down there." By the time Dean had finished his sentence, Cas had already finished his coffee.
       "This has no effect on me what so ever," Cas said rather fast before disappearing into thin air.
       "Did he just steal our coffee then leave?"
       "Yes Dean, yes he did."
       "When did our warding stop working?" Sam shook his head before getting up and walking to his room.
"Wow, thanks, little brother..." Dean got up as well and headed to the garage part of the bunker.

       Dean finished wiping down the Impala. Every inch of her sparkled. He stood in front of her, looking proud of himself. Sam walked into the garage and instantly turned away.
       "Dude, seriously? The shorts. Just, no" Sam tried to shield his eyes from his older brother. Dean looked down and saw that he was wearing very short shorts.
       "Ok, I had pants on when I walked in here. What the hell happened?"
       "Guilty as charged!" Gabriel said while sitting on top of the Impala.
       "Get the hell off of her! I just washed her!" Dean shooed Gabriel off his baby then glared at him.
       "Well sorry. I thought I'd add a little fun to this depressing bunker." And with a snap of his fingers, he was gone. And Dean had regular pants on again.
       "Ok what the actual hell?"
       "Dean, I don't even know at this point." And with that, Sam walked out of the garage. Dean rolled his eyes before cleaning the Impala off again. Gabriel decided to leave candy wrappers everywhere.
       Dean cleaned up, what was mostly Hershey wrappers, and then exited the garage. In the living room area was Castiel surrounded by Starbucks and Coffee Bean cups. He was talking to Sam, well speaking in tongues.
       "What the hell?" Dean questioned as he sat down next to Sam.
       "I don't know." Sam looked back at Castiel who was almost shaking because he was talking so fast.
       "Cas, hey buddy slow down." Dean put his hand on the angel's shoulder. "How many of these have you had?"
       "l-low i-in low hun-hundreds a-and i-" Cas then started to not make sense again. Dean shook his head and couldn't help himself but to chuckle. Cas crashed on the couch from that afternoon to the next. That night would be awfully strange again for Dean.

Heyy I'm Charlie, so this is the first actual book that I've decided to start. I really hope you liked this. Well, I'll see you around!