If We Only Live Once

If we only live once, I wanna live with you.
You got something I need.
In a world full of people, there's one killing me.
If we only die once, I wanna die with you.

The dark haired boy rushed into class, his trench coat swishing behind him.
"Sorry I'm late sir" he stammered to the teacher, retreating to the back of the class, and sitting in a single desk in the corner.
"Well, ain't he a cutie" my girl friend, there's a space there, leaned over my desk and smirked at me.
"Well, I have dibs" I smirked.
"Chill."
Another person rushed into the room, mumbling sorry to the teacher as the last and sat next to the boy.
"And I have dibs on her" my brother Sam, said smugly.
I turned back to look at them.
Fraternal twins.
"Welcome to the class, Cilesta and Castiel."

I do give Dean a more subtle character at the start, the real good boy stuff, but he will eventually morf into 26yr old dean through the story.

This story, and its characters is completely fictional. They have no relation to persons livening or dead. I do not own the SPN characters.
(c) Spark Clifford 2017
No part of this story may be recreated/rewritten or copied/used without prior permission of the author.