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I Will Watch The Bees

Summary:

College was a funny time, and Dean Winchester was willing to admit it. He'd gone to the same college with his closest friends and he knew that other than classes, he would have an amazing time there. Castiel wasn't sure he'd even get into college, (or maybe he just didn't want to) but Dean knew he would because the damn kid had been getting straight 'A' grades since fucking pre-school. Gabriel wasn't quite sure why he was going to college. He never knew what he wanted to be when he grew up, (or any reason why /to/ grow up) but it was all an excuse to get closer to Sam, the quiet kid from high school. Sam had decent grades and lived a decent life with his decent family. He wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Charlie was the party animal, along with her best friend, Jo. They were together so much some people began to question if they weren't conjoined twins. Balthazar was the cocky British exchange student, who had came over with Gordon. He never really wanted to go back home so, they didn't. The tale of their lives wasn't too special, but it was their's, and they wouldn't choose another one for any life in the word.

Notes:

I have no fucking clue what im writing but thank you jesus that i am writing something that isnt all spelt wrong and about people i actually know. *shudders* o fucking well i hope you enjoy this

Chapter 1: In the beginning, I typed up Dean Winchester.

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Dean Winchester walked down his driveway, this was it, his last day at home. Grabbing the final box off the front porch, he loaded it into the backseat of the Impala setting it down carefully making sure no damage came to the objects inside. Upon seeing his mother, Mary, in the front doorway, he ran up and gave her a tight hug. She inhaled his scent, as though she was losing her baby boy forever.

"I'm so proud of you, Honey. I can't believe it's time to let you go. You do good in school Dean. Promise me that, don't slack off or ruin all I've worked to get you over nothing. I didn’t hide all this money from your father all these years to have you failing.”

The mention of his father sent a shiver down his spine. That man wasn’t a father, he was a douchebag who would’ve spent all that money on booze. Fuck him and fuck the women he would bring home while Dean was stuck holding his crying mother close. John wasn’t always like that. They once had the apple pie life, but when Dean was about 8 years old and Sammy was only four, he became a sick man. Drinking away his life and the family’s money and beating the shit out of anyone that attempted to help him.

“I promise I won’t let you down, Mom. I’ll get enough money when I get a job and I can get you away from here. I know it was hard to get the money to send us both and I’m four years late but now I can watch over Sam. Do my best to keep him safe.”

Mary sighed. Sam was only six when his father began to take swings at him. Dean became Sam's human shield, taking every hit for him and making sure he never would get hurt by the hands of their father.

On a lighter note, they would be leaving and Mary wouldn’t get into John’s way. Soon they could be a family again and everything would be alright. College. Wow, Dean never thought he would make it this far.

 

“Dean, come on now. You call me often and I wanna know how you’re doing in school and everything about what you’re doing. Don’t worry your mother okay?”

Dean scoffed. “Alright Mom. I’ll keep close tabs on Sam as well. Where is the kid anyhow?”

“He’s grabbing a couple more things.”

“Sam! Hurry your ass up and get down here before I leave without you!” Dean hollered into the home.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Sam rushed down the steps with a small box of things in his hands.

“Sorry, I needed to grab a few things. You ready to go?”

“Yea Sam. I’ll be in the car. Say bye to Mom it’ll be awhile before we get to go back here.”

Dean walked down the driveway and went back into the Impala, his baby, and looked through his cassette tapes to decide what to play on the trip there.

“Mom, you’re so beautiful. Never forget that alright? I love you, Dean loves you. I’ll visit and keep you updated.” Sam grabbed his mother tightly, his height causing troubles so he bent down and grabbed her.

“I love you, Sam,” Mary whispered to her baby boy. This time away was going to be harder for her than she thought.

Sam walked down the drive and squeezed into his shotgun seat in the Impala.

“AC/DC, really Dean?”

“You know my policy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. Get used to it Sammy.”

The lyrics to Highway To Hell boomed through the Impala, with Dean screeching every word and Sam soon following in his footsteps, this was gonna be a new start for them. True happiness.

“This is going to be four years of my life with some of my greatest friends,” Sam thought to himself. “hopefully some of the greatest years.”