Chapter One

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    Dean stood in front of the new house. Well, new wasn't a proper description. It was a small one-story house with two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small living room and kitchen. The outside of the house was dull and the wood on the front deck was old and pretty beaten up.
Dean shook his head. All he saw from this move was another boring school and annoying neighbors. The only good thing that comes from his dad's job is that they move frequently, meaning he didn't have to interact with anyone.

    After his mom died in an accidental fire Dean mostly stayed to himself, only speaking when spoken to by his dad. He did have his brother Sam to talk to. Sam had been six months old when their mom died so he didn't get to know her like Dean did. Sam would sometimes ask Dean what she was like and Dean would always say that she was the greatest mom anyone could ask for and that she deserved better. He wouldn't get into detail because it was just too painful.

    "Dean! Get in here and help unpack!" John yelled. John Winchester, the absolute worst parent to ever exist. The death of Sam and Dean's mother, Mary, took a very big toll on John. He started getting drunk regularly and usually took out his frustration on Dean. He treated Dean like a soldier rather than a son. He was always gone throughout Sam and Dean's childhood, which meant that Dean had to support Sam, resulting in Dean having to grow up quickly. Since he was too young to get a job back then he had to resort to stealing and doing very bad jobs for very sketchy people. Now that he was 18 he was able to get a job at the local diner. Pay wasn't great, but it was all he had. All of the money he earned now went to Sam so he could go to Harvard University.

    "Dean!" John yelled again. Dean sighed and started to walk to the house. Just before he got in the house he saw a car park in the driveway of the house next door. When the car was turned off he saw a woman get out of the drivers side of the car and head to the house. Dean counted four kids get out of the back and follow the woman into the house. Dean sighed. Great, he thought, these people are going to annoy the hell out of me. With that thought in his head he walked through the door to the place he'd be calling home for about three months.

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