Angels Among Us *A Destiel high school story*

#1 Dean's POV

I woke up just the same way I did every day.

Tumbling quickly out of bed, wearing my jeans and leather jacket.

My brother Sam was yelling at me to get up.

I ran a comb through my dark blond (almost brown) hair and grabbed my backpack on the back of my desk chair.

When I entered the kitchen, Sam was standing by the door, his backpack slung across his shoulder.

"It's about time, Dean. We're gonna be late!"

I laughed.

Yeah, right.

Let me just explain something very important you should know about my brother Sam Winchester.

For starters, he has a girlfriend named Jess, or Jessica, but he always calls her Jess.

He is hoping to become a lawyer someday soon in the future and go to law school.

Also, he's a nerd.

Well, maybe not in appearance, with his plaid shirts and slightly longish hair, but definitely on other insignificant ways.

Just, take my word for it.

"Sammy, is there any pie left?", I asked, staring at him.

He lets out a long sigh.

"I don't know, Dean. But, we gotta get going. You don't wanna fail again..."

Something else I should probably mention.

I'm not as bright as my nerdy brother Sammy, when it comes to school.

I don't wanna alarm you, but I'm 30 years old and I'm still in high school.

Yeah I know, it sucks.

Thing is, I never really got the whole 'education thing', and Sam loves to remind me constantly about my failures.

Both at school and anywhere else for that matter.

I open the fridge door and peer inside.

There's a jug of milk, a carton of eggs, and there sitting at the back of the fridge is a slice of apple pie.

Another really important thing you should know about me is that, I love pie.

Like, extremely.

I take it out and grab the jug of milk, also.

"C'mon Dean, let's go!", Sam practically yelled at me.

I just shook my head, eating my pie.

He groans.

"It's almost 9:00 am."

I ignore him and continue eating.

Nothing can separate me from my beloved pie.

Well, maybe one thing.

My car.

Well actually, it's my baby.

It belonged to my dad John, but when it broke down, he told me that it was mine if I could fix it.

I did.

Now, I drive her everywhere I go.

We're inseparable.

I finish my slice of pie and than chug down most of the milk in the jug.

Sam rolls his eyes and taps his foot, anxiously.

Laughing, I get up and follow him out to my car.