Fly Away Home - part 6Dean sprinted down the stairs of his new house and hurtled himself next to his little brother onto the leather couch in front of the TV. It was Saturday morning and he still didn't consider himself above the ritual of morning cartoons; and besides, if anyone asked, he'd say it was Sam's choice.Fly Away Home - part 6 by citizencandy
His father was upstairs, sleeping. He still had the weekend before his documents had fully transferred to the local police station and could let him begin taking on cases. He was nothing if not a thorough and assiduous man who left no stone unturned for all his investigations, making it his duty to be certain he put all the "monsters behind bars". Dean didn't mind the lengthy office hours much anymore; in fact, it gave him more time to do whatever he wanted, the sole rule being he had to watch over his brother, make sure he did all his homework and cleaned himself right. All the babysitters ever did was watch TV or chat endlessly on the phone. Some just focussed entirely on cramming f
Fly Away Home - part 4Gabriel nervously fingered the piece of paper in his pocket as he awaited his brother at the school gate. This was it. Maybe now he would finally quell all those incessant questions that sometimes made him waken him in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. It was driving him nuts. He was one joint short of frying his brain in bad hash; he didn't know how much longer he could take it. The itch would just never go away.Fly Away Home - part 4 by citizencandy
"You look abnormally cheery today," he said as his brother made it through the gate. "Time to up the medication."
Castiel wasn't actually smiling or walking with a skip either. He just felt something warm and complacent ooze out of his usually stiff mannerisms.
"Mh-hm," he hummed in that innocently hidden smug air of his.
Gabriel ruffled his hair. "Got lucky with that Dean boy, didja?" He'd never pictured his brother to turn out to be the gay type seeing how a lot of the girls always tried stealing his attention. If they only knew He chuckled qu
Fly Away Home - part 3Castiel lay awake in bed that night, finding sleep more difficult to come by than usual. He dangled and twirled the amulet in his fingers in the faint moonlight, his mind idly wandering to places he usually never bothered to go. He thought back to how Dean had looked at him, open and sincere, a fresh face that didn't hide under contrived politeness or uneasy indifference. And even after he'd seen his bruises, he still wanted to know him. It was more puzzling than that coloured cube he'd resolved that evening. Maybe he had a hidden agenda No-one just wanted to be friends like that out of the blue, especially with him. He huffed and turned over in his bed to see Gabriel's outlined silhouette half covered under the sheets. He couldn't help think that if it weren't for him, his brother would have spiralled down hard drugs long ago. As it were, they both kept each other afloat in the sewer their mother had abandoned them in. He could clearly remember the day he figured it out three yeFly Away Home - part 3 by citizencandy
Fly Away Home - part 2"Class, I would all like you to meet a new student who has just moved in town. His name is Dean Winchester. I want you all to treat him nicely and show him what Salina Middle School is all about."Fly Away Home - part 2 by citizencandy
Dean heaved a bored sigh as the teacher rattled off the needless introduction in that cheery falsetto tone of hers that just told him he was already going to hate this class. When Mrs Tyler was done, she let him take a seat. Dean scanned the unimpressive rows of bored kids who had suddenly perked to attention at the fresh meat. Sniggers and giggles arose when he sauntered over to the free seat in the back of the classroom. He rolled his eyes and exhaled as he dumped his bag on the table and swung into his chair. He was just about to shut everyone out and squeeze in a light snooze when a small voice sounded next to him.
"Uh Ex-ex-excuse me, Dean." He turned to face a boy who was holding up a pen. "This f-fell out of your bag."
Dean raised an eyebrow at the boy. Sure his speech was a litt