I'll Paint You Wings and Set You Free

Strange Thoughts and Parties

(Dean's POV)

Why the hell was Castiel at the Roadhouse? I thought after I left work. Then, He lives here dumbass. I can be really stupid sometimes. Of course, he comes to the Roadhouse. He lives here, and he probaby comes here every Saturday or some stupid routine like that. 

Ellen said I could leave early since business was slow today. I wasn't sure where to go. I didn't want to go home and blast ACDC and Led Zeppelin because it was the first nice day all week. Probably the last nice day we would see until May. So, I drove around outside of town and blasted it.

I was probably five miles out of town already, and having taken gravel roads, I could pretty much go as fast as I wanted to. I almost spun out a few times when I hit some mud patches, but otherwise, I was having a hell of a good time. I noticed some tire tracks heading down a road with trees acting as a canopy. They looked fresh so I followed them.

I saw a familiar '69 Charger sitting at the end of the road, I just couldn't place where I had seen it. I didn't want to disturb whoever was parked down there, so I backed up and drove off.

 As I drove aroud some more, I began to think about Castiel. I had one friend so far, and it was his brother. Not that I really wanted t be friends with Castiel, it was just that I thought maybe he would be able to tell me who I could be friends with and who I should avoid completely. Maybe I could have Gabe do it for me. Pathetic, I know. I just don't fancy social interaction at all.

Castiel wasn't the type of guy I wanted to be friends with. Besides, he had his own friends to hang out with. Sure, he was a super nice guy, and a terrific football player, but I don't like those kinds of people. The ones who are extremely outgoing, and well, a polar opposite of me.

He had dark hair that was almost black, blue eyes the color of a cornflower. And he was a little shorter that me, maybe only an inch or so, but he was definitely more built than me. I wonder what it looked like under those clothes he insisted on wearing.

Wait, what the fuck was that? I did not just think that about another guy. Nope. Did not happen. NOOOOOPE. Nada. Zip. Zilch. No potatoes. Never. I am not gay.

At least I don't think I am.

I shook my head to clear it and drove home since it was already getting close to dinnertime. I had been driving around for almost four hours. Damn. 

When I got home, supper was on the table, but there wasn't anyone around. I figured they had already eaten so I helped myself.

"DEAN!" I heard a shout from the kitchen. Ellen. Shit. "GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE AND COME HELP ME SET THE TABLE!"

"Coming!" I shouted back. 

I walked into the kitchen and found Ellen covered in flour, Sam sitting on the counter also covered in flour, and Jo rolling on the floor laughing. Literally rolling on the floor and clutching her stomach.

I couldn't help but laugh a little tto. Sam and Ellen looked hilarious covered in flour.

"So what happened in here?" I asked catching my breath. I turned to Sam. "Did you get in another fight with a flour bag?"

This only made Jo crack up even more. "No- no Dean!" she cried, trying her best not to laugh. "I was- I was carry- carrying this bag of flou- flour in. And mom - mom took it from m-me and Sa- Sam ran into her. I-it exploded!"

I kept on laughing while Sam and Ellen gave me the death glare, and Jo just kept rolling on the ground.

"Just set the table, Winchester," Ellen demanded.

I grabbed plates and cups from the cupboards to set the table. I set out five places, one for me, Sam, Bobby, Jo, and Ellen. Around fifteen minutes later, supper was on the table. 

Ellen had made breaded chicken with mashed potatoes and corn. 

"So, Dean," Bobby began, swallowing his food before continuing after earning a look from Ellen. "I never really got the chance to ask you, how did you like school yesterday? Did you make any friends?"

I debated wheter or not to tell him about Gabriel or not. "I guess it was okay. Hard to make friends in one day. Met this one kid in Sam's grade," I said.

"Who was it?" Sam asked through a mouthful of potatoes. 

"Um, Gabriel Novak? Sam, he was over here after school yesterday," I said simply. How could he not remeber? It had seemed like he was in love with him by the way he looked at Gabe.

"Oh yeah," Sam said quietly, looking down.

After that, it was pretty much quiet until we all finished and went to do our own things. I got a text from Gabriel saying that there was a party tonight and I should go. He wasn't going to go, but he thought it would be a good way for me to meet people. 

Fine, I texted back. He said Castiel could pick me up if I wanted him to but I declined. I could drive myself, thank you very much. He gave me the address and said he had to go.

With no one to talk to now, I got out some of my paintings. It had been a while since I had actually wokred on any of them, but the party wasn't until eight and it was only 6:30. I grabbed my most recent one and set it up on my desk.

It was of an angel. It had a featureless face so far. No hair yet and a shapeless body. The only thing I really had done was the wings. They were black with small white flecks around the tips of the feathers. This painting was more of just one I had done when I was bored. I showed it to Gabe when he was here, he really liked it, said I should give it dark hair to kind of match the wings. The background was blood red with little black splotches everywhere, though they were sort of blended in to the red smoothly.

I took out a brush and began to paint.

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A/N

Sorry for such a short chapter. I have finals this week and I wanted to get something uploaded. I should have the next chapter or so uploaded by next Wednesday and I promise it will be longer and finally some Destiel!!!!!

Let me know how you like it so far!!!!!!

Kisses,

Avery :)