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Atwood, Kansas
Outside of a small motel, a crashing sound is heard, causing 12-year old Dean Winchester to wake up; startled. He looked around the dark room, his younger brother, Sam, was asleep next to him. Their father, John, was still off on a hunting some monster in the town.
Dean looked over at the window, and saw a shadow quickly pass it. He froze for a second, before glancing at his brother then getting up and ready to go outside and face whatever the shadow was.
He grabbed a shotgun and headed outside, shutting the door behind him quietly. It was mostly quiet, and with it being late at night there wasn't anyone that Dean could see outside. The only light being from the streetlights and the motel having those big neon lights.
Suddenly there were a quick sound of footsteps coming from the ally between the motel and another building. Dean tightened his grip on the shotgun and slowly made his way over to the ally.
He peeked his head around the corner, and was surprised to see a small body sitting in a fetal position against the wall. Whoever it was looked to be Dean's age. They had their head buried in their knees, and wearing white clothes. Dean could see they had dark hair.
Dean moved closer, setting the shotgun aside knowing that they weren't a threat.
"Hey-." The boy snapped his head up at hearing Dean's voice. Blue eyes instantly met green. "What-what are you doing out here? Are you okay?."
"Um—I don't..I don't remember—I don't know. I just—well I-I remember wanting my older brother, then..it all sorta goes blank."
Dean sat in front of him. "Okay, your brother? Do you know where he is?."
"No. I think he's gone. I don't even-." He looked confused and scared at once.
"Alright, hey, it's alright. If you want, you can stay with us, and we can see if we can find your brother." Dean told him.
"Us?."
"Yeah, me and my younger brother, Sammy. And our Dad, but he's not here right now. Come on."
Dean held his hand out, the boy looked at it for a moment before reaching out and grabbing it, Dean pulled him up.
"I'm Dean."
"My name is Castiel."
"Castiel? Interesting name. Come on, our room's this way."
Dean held onto Castiel's hand, and showed him the way. Castiel showed a small smile, he knew he just had met Dean, but Castiel could somehow already feel a bond between them two.
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Before the author does a huge skip through time, let's discuss just some stuff that happened in between so it makes sense and doesn't get confusing.
Castiel stayed with the Winchesters, and yes became a hunter. (The small search for his brother didn't go far since Castiel didn't even remember his name) Castiel saw Sam as his little brother, and Sam as well viewed Cas as his brother.
Now Dean and Castiel, however. Well, everybody knew they had a massive crush on each other. But neither would admit to it. Sam always got tired of their constant eye-fucking and just wanted them to get together already.
So, yeah, that's that on Destiel. Don't worry, we'll get back to it, of course we will.
As we all know, when Sam was 18, he left for college. Stanford, to be a lawyer. Sam and John had a big fight the night he left. Which resulted in John actually kicking his son out just for wanting to be something else other then a hunter. So, Sam's at college now but we'll also get to that after the author finishes this prologue.
And now...the grand time skip
2004
Dean notices it, Castiel being very distant. I mean, it's more hard to not notice it. He just can't figure out why, what's the problem. He tries to get Cas to talk to him, but all his attempts have been unsuccessful. Cas even got a separate motel room. Causing Dean to wonder more on what the hell is going with his best friend.
Weeks have gone by, Dean still hasn't figured out the problem but Cas slowly started to become less distant, still refusing to talk about what was bothering him however.
Everything seemed to go back to semi-normal, until the two went on a hunt.
Dean had dragged Cas to a local bar, despite Cas insisting that they should stay at the motel and research on their case, but Dean managed to convince him that they should take a break and have a few drinks.
Once again, everything was going fine, until the bartender started acting flirty with Dean, and Dean of course flirted right back.
Cas rolled his eyes at the two, masking his slight hurt with an annoyed look. Seeing as Dean wasn't going to turn his attention away from the bartender anytime soon, Cas downed his shot of whiskey, getting up and practically storming out.
Cas started heading straight for the Impala when he heard Dean call out to him.
"Cas! Hey, Cas, come on!."
Cas picked up his pace. "Surprised you noticed me leave..seeing how you were clearly distracted."
Dean got confused, stopping for a second. "What?." He caught up to Cas, grabbing his arm. "Dude, will you just wait-."
"Just leave me alone, Dean." Cas snapped, turning around as he slapped Dean's hand away.
"Alright. What's going on?." Dean asked.
Cas shook his head, staring directly at the ground. "Nothing."
"No, it's clearly something. Can you please just tell me?."
"No."
"Why?."
Cas looked to the side, avoiding looking at Dean. "Because...because you'll hate me for it."
"Hey..Cas, look at me." Dean said, Cas slowly looked up. "Nothing, and I mean it, nothing you say could ever make me hate you."
Cas shook his head. "No, I—I just can't, Dean. I can't say-."
"Cas-."
"No, Dean just leave it."
"I can't. And you know me, I'll just keep asking until you finally tell me, so you might as well just-."
"What's the point?! You'd just tell me that you don't feel the same anyway! So it doesn't even matter, but at least if I don't tell you then our friendship isn't ruined!." Cas exclaimed. His eyes widened upon realizing he basically just confessed.
"Cas.." Before Dean could get another word out, Cas turned away and started speed-walking to the car. Hiding his face in embarrassment.
And so Dean was left standing, thinking, his mind slowly processing what just happened.
"Cas likes me?" Memories seemed to flood into Dean's brain. Like, when they were younger, Cas would stand really close to Dean and only Dean. Who would complain about "personal space" but actually didn't mind it. Cas being noticeably jealous when Dean began dating Cassie.
"He thinks I don't like him back?." Dean muttered to himself. "Wait—do I?."
"OF COURSE YOU DO." Dean's mind screamed at him. "YOU'RE JUST TOO DEEP IN NARNIA TO REALIZE IT."
"Narnia, what?."
"Go. Talk. To. Him. You have feelings for him too. You just gotta break outta that closet." His mind told him.
"Okay. Alright."
Dean walked to the car, he saw in the windows, Cas in the backseat, his knees up to his chest and hiding his face. Dean nodded, before opening the door and sitting down beside Cas.
"So..I, um.."
"Can we just forget that I—said all of that." Cas said, lifting his head up.
"Cas, l-."
"I mean, why did I say that? I've been keeping it a secret for years, I can't believe I just—oh my god!." Cas started rambling, anxiously.
"Cas."
"I just blurted it out! Without even thinking! How could I be that-."
Dean suddenly grabbed Cas's jacket, and kissed him. Cas was shocked at first, but slowly melted into the kiss.
"So...I'm realizing now that my feelings for you aren't platonic." Dean admitted, after they pulled apart.
"Yeah, I see that now. That kiss was most definitely not platonic." Cas laughed softly, Dean chuckled.
"Can I kiss you again?." Dean asked.
Cas nodded. "Please do."
He jumped forward and wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him into another kiss. At that moment, it was as if fireworks had went off.
And that. Dear readers. Is the start of this story