Never.

Yes.

WARNING ⚠ THIS STORY IS UNDER SOME HEVAY EDITING DO NOT READ UNTIL THIS MESSAGE GOES AWAY IF YOU READ THIS CHAPTER YOU WIKK BE CONFUSED BECAUSE IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE THE FIRST CHAPTER WILL BE DONE BY JULY 27 2016 AND THIS MESSAGE WILL BE TAKEN OFF

DO NOT READ

UNDER HEAVY EDITING

THE FIRST CHAPTER WILL BE FINISHED BY JULY 27 2016

This is my first real fan fiction and I hope you enjoy it! I know I'm not the best the writer but do bare with me!

Now to the story...

"Gabriel, I will hurt you." Threatens Anna, her voice shrill with desperation. She inched  closer until my back hit the cold, mint green wall.

I gulped and gave her a false smug look. "Sorry sis but I didn't take it."

"Shut up! I know you took it now give it back!" She whined, her voice reaching a new level of annoyance as she scanned my room for her mascara.

Rolling my eyes at her look of anguish over not finding her make up, I reached into my pockets and took out two sneakers bars. I unwraped one and bit into, offering the other one to Anna. "You're not yourself when you're hungry. Have a sneakers bar."

She turned, enraged by comment, and started screaming for our older brother who was somewhere in the room . "Michael!" She shouted, her face now mirroring the shade of red that belonged to her hair.

My smirk slowly turned into a look of guilt and my eyes, that are a beautiful shade of green, filled with panic. She smiled  cheekily at me and swung back and forth, realizing she won. "You're going to be in so much trouble. Say goodbye to your candy for a week."

I stuck out my tongue at her, eyes crossed and tried to remember where I put her mascara. The loud creaking of the stairs alerted me to someone coming towards my room and I shrieked, almost ripping my room apart trying to find her stupid make up. My door slowly opened, revealing my other older brother by three years.

"Castiel?" I asked, my voice hinting at surprise and definitely irritation. Anna's eyes showed the clear shock she was feeling and we made eye contact from across the room. She mentioned towards the door and I nodded my head, watching her leave with dread and determination.

He smiled timidly, shrugging his shoulders and meekly opening his arms, nodding his head. I'm about to smile back with relief when I remembered why I was so angry with him. "You left me here all by my self, with no answers! I  have not seen you for six weeks and now you decide to show up? Unannounced? You are not leaving this house until Christmas!" I shouted.

Six weeks ago Castiel had gone to his boyfriend's Dean's house for a late dinner. He had told us that he was going to be back at eight am to take us to church. But then he didn't show up at eight, or nine, or ten the next day. Soon six weeks had passed and not one word from him apart from a, "I'm fixing things." How are we supposed to react? Anna and I suspected that Michael kew where Castiel was and why he left but everytime we asked him about it he shut down and told us to go get something to eat, shoving a hundred dollar bill in our face.