Sinking (A Destiel Story)

Chapter 1: The Night We Met

'I can't move mommy,'

'I-I can't help I-i'm not strong enough,'

''Mommy are we gonna die?'

'No baby, the superhero will save us,'

'He will?'

'Yes baby, I love you,'

'I love you too mommy,'

The 6 year olds head went under the water, with one last small gasp. The fragile boy was wrapped in his mother's arms as she took one last mouthful of air, much like her child, and sank under the water. The mother cried as she held her little boy in her pale arms. Was this her fault? She didn't know. All she knew was that her boy was dying in her arms. With that last thought, she drifted into a forever lasting sleep, sinking into the bottom of the truck.

He swam as fast as he could to the red pickup truck with the rusty doors and torn up bed, as unknown tears rolled down his cheeks, as he tried his hardest not to panic. Once he reached the truck with his beloved wife and boy, he started kicking the window. The only way he knew how to get this thing open. He kicked and kicked until he realized it wasn't working. He looked at his surroundings, and his eyes met a rock at the bottom of the lake floor. He swam to it very swiftly, and grabbed it, going back to the surface for air, and coming straight back down. He busted the window with the rock a couple times until it finally broke. Hope filled his heart, as he broke away the rest of the glass. His heart broke at the sight before him, but grabbed his 6 year old first. He swam to the surface and made his way to the shore, handing the six year old gently to his bestfriend/hunting buddy, who began to perform CPR.

He goes back under the water to the truck and swims to grab his beautiful wife, and swims back up to the shore, carrying her body back to land.

''He's alive!' The man's bestfriend yells as the small boy starts choking up water uncontrollably. The man tries his hardest to revive his wife, but nothing works. His head shoots up as he hears sirens in the distance.

1 hour later

The man sits in the chair with his boy in his arms as he cries softly at the loss of his wife. His best friend walks in sorrowly as he was close to the lady as well.

'Listen. I...I'm going to go for a few days. Um, I need...I need to get away. Can you watch t-them?' He asks his friend.

'Of course. Take all the time you need.'

'Thank you. I mean it.'

10 Years Later

"Dean get Sam up, and I swear boy if you wreck that car," Dean's Uncle Bobby's rough voice rattles through the house annoyingly. Dean groans, rubbing the undeniable sleep from his eyes.

Dean had been up all night studying for some test that wouldn't help his grades in the first place, but Bobby made sure he'd studied this time. Not that it would help.

As for Sam he went to bed at 9:00 sharp, as usual, being the stereotypical good brother and all. Dean was already dreading the day before he woke up, as per usual.

With a great struggle, Dean manages to get out of his comfortable bed, and throws on a pair of grey sweatpants over his red boxers. He grumpily walks out of his room and across the hall to his little brothers Sam's room, walking in without an invitation. With a small flick, the light turns on, blinding the sleepy boy in the bed.

"Dean!" Sam yells, throwing his pillow over his head to block the undenyingly bright light from his eyes. Dean lets out a chuckle.

"Rise and Shine Sammy!" Dean announces, throwing an item of clothing he found on the floor at his 12 year old brother. Before Sam can get up and whine to his older brother, Dean slams the door shut and bolts down the steep stairs, only to be greeted by Bobby at the bottom.

"Morning," Bobby says simply, as Dean walks past him to the fridge.

"Morning Bobby," Dean says grabbing a beer, hoping that Bobby doesn't catch him so easily, which doesn't work out very well for him.

"Put the beer back in the fridge you idjit. Only on weekends," Bobby says in an obvious tone, as Dean groans and puts the beer back in the fridge replacing it with a water.

"Now go get dressed before your late to school," Bobby says pointing up the stairs. Dean plops the water down on the counter and walks up the stairs and back to his bedroom.

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When the Winchester boys are finished fighting over the toothpaste, they walk down to where Bobby is and Dean grabs the keys to his baby off the hook.

"See ya Bobby," Dean says, as Sam waves. Bobby waves back and Dean opens the front door walking out with Sam following behind him.

Dean starts up his, or his dad's, 1967 Chevy Impala, and hops in the front seat with Sam in the passengers side. Dean grabs his ACDC cassette tape and pops it into the player.

"Really? ACDC? Why not Imagine Dragons or something normal?" Sam asks with clear annoyance in his voice towards his brother.

"You know the rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Dean explains, earning a sigh and an eye roll from his younger brother. Dean pulls out of the parking lot, and starts to drive down the cracked road with, Highway To Hell, blasting from the car.

As the boys are driving down the street, Dean is startled by his little brother yelling out the window.

"Hi Gabriel! Hey Gabriel's brother! Do you guys need a ride?" Sam asks politely grabbing the boy's attention.

Dean's eyes widen and look directly at Sam muttering under his breath, "No, no, no, no, no,"

Sam nudges him, as Gabriel yells back, "Sure! Thanks Sam!" Dean groans as the two boy's head towards Dean's baby.

The two Novak's get into the back seat of the Impala, one acting quite shyly and the other as windy as the breeze.

"Dean that's my friend Gabriel and his brother.....Christopher?" Sam questions his name remembering skills.

"Um, it's, it's uh, Castiel." Castiel says quietly.

"Oh right, sorry Castiel. Castiel and Gabe that's my older brother Dean." Sam explains.

"Hi Dean!" Gabriel says rather loudly, as Castiel just waves shortly. Dean waves in his mirror, his forest green eyes meeting Castiel's electric blue one's. Dean produces a small smile at him, and Castiel returns the favor, but looks away quickly due to the red shade upon his cheeks.