Destiel One-Shots

Chpt. One

Have you ever just stopped and reflected on your life and thought 'What the actual fuck happened'? Like one minute your life just seemed like the perfect dream, but now you've woken up to find that you've waded out into the quagmire and everything is giving way beneath you? Everywhere you go, you always hear people saying that no matter what life throws at you, you have to keep getting up and moving on. Never do you hear them explaining what to do when you realize that basically all of your hopes and dreams have been flushed. How do you bounce back from that?

Pointless, unfulfilling days slip into long, and often tear filled nights while thoughts of 'What am I supposed to do' continuously and relentlessly fill your brain.

You with me so far? Good. Welcome to the part of my life where I found what I'd always been looking for. Right under my nose.

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"Sammy, come on. We're gonna be late!" I groan, gripping my car keys in frustration. It's not like my brother to be running late for anything, least of all school, but he was out late with his already steady girlfriend last night which made him sleep in this morning. Not like I didn't warn him last night that today was the first day of his last year of high school. I figured that would make his seventeen year old ass a little more conscientious of his "curfew", but evidently I was wrong. He came sneaking back in at 3 A.M. thinking that I wasn't gonna still be up and waiting for him. Not that he knew that of course. I was in my room, in bed, lying awake until I heard the front door close and his footsteps come up the stairs. I didn't drift off until I heard his bedroom door close for the last time.

"Alright, alright! I'm ready. Let's go." Sam pants as he comes careening down the stairs. I ready myself to catch him should he miss a step and tumble the rest of the way down, but clearly he's a little more graceful on his long limbs than he used to be. Damn kid is still growing like a weed. I'm honestly dreading the day he gets taller than me. Probably never let me live it down.

Without another word, I turn on my heel and march out of the house. The front door shrieks as it opens, the hinges threatening to give out again. I frown as I turn back to close and lock the door behind Sam, knowing that I'll have to find time to fix it. Again. I sometimes feel like I've done nothing but work since our Dad died last year, leaving us all on our own. It's worth it though, to be able to give Sam the education he deserves. The one I didn't get cause I was too busy raising him and working to pay the mortgage since Dad was too drunk most of the time to even bother getting a job. Hell, I didn't even graduate. I dropped out when I was sixteen.

"Dean, hey." Sam pulls me back to reality with a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go, okay?" Giving myself a shake, I offer Sam a wordless nod and turn my back on the rusting away hinges. I have more pressing concerns at the moment. Namely, getting my idiot baby brother to school on time.

   "Okay, get in." I order, sliding in behind the wheel of my Baby. I can feel myself subconsciously relax as I start the engine and feel her roar to life. This car was the only decent thing my Dad ever did for me after Mom died. Reaching over, I crank up the volume in the stereo, rolling the windows down as Metallica blasts out into the car's interior. Sam pulls an unimpressed face, as usual, but doesn't reach to turn it down. He knows he's pressing his luck already by sleeping past his alarm. Hell, maybe he forgot to even set one.

   With five minutes to spare, I roll into the student parking lot at the local high school. Sam is already gripping the door handle, getting ready to jump out and run before I even have the car properly in park.

   "Behave yourself, Sammy." I warn. "I don't wanna get a call at work telling me that you've done something stupid." Sam rolls his eyes at me before climbing out of the car. Closing the door, he leans on the open window.