Chapter One

                                    

                                          
Dean's POV 
                          
Dad stopped at the side of the road and parked there. He turned to me with a stern gaze. 
                          
"Dean," he began. I swallowed hard and looked back intently, showing I was listening. "You know why you're going to stay here right?" I bit my lip and nodded reluctantly. I knew why but I didn't understand why. 
                          
"You need discipline for what you did. You can't just steal, Dean," my father said. I nodded again, but internally I was rolling my eyes. 'You steal, you commit credit fraud, you lie,' I accused him in my head. He was a hypocrite; lecturing me on things he did on a daily basis. I waved those thoughts aside regardless. I learned a long time ago not to argue with my father. 
                          
My dad's great plan of teaching me a lesson on taking something that wasn't mine was forcing me to stay at a reform school. A freakin reform school. It's not like I'm going to be here long enough to actually learn anything or actually grasp what was being thrown my way and regurgitate it. What a great idea it is to ship me off to Hurleyville, New York to learn a pointless moral. I'm a freaking hunter for fuck's sake. I carry a knife and bag of salt in my back pocket at all times. Demons are real; vampires, shape-shifters, and werewolves are all real too. 
                          
This is a waste to put it simply. I could be spending my next two-three weeks doing something way more beneficial to my situation. Stealing was something my dad and I did for years. It was how we got by. I can't even fathom why he's making me stay here, or what it could possibly accomplish. What am I going to go back to doing after being here? Stealing. It's not like I actually enjoy doing it or whatever. I have to. I can't get a job when we basically live in our car, a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala. What would Sam do without clean clothes on his back and food in his stomach? I could live without clean clothes and food for some days. Sam has told me he could too, but I'm not going to agree with that. He deserves so much better than this shitty life that was given to him. He's just a kid, and he grew up on moving from motel to motel. I want to help Sam and make his life better. Whenever I get that chance, I'm going to take it. 
                          
Dad pulled me back from my thoughts with his booming voice. 
"Are you listening, Dean?" He furrowed his eyebrows together; he hated it when I zoned out. I nodded my head vigorously. Dad exhaled loudly. "I'm gonna repeat what I just said, seeing that you weren't listening to first time," his voice laced with annoyance.
                          
"Sam is going to be staying with Bobby for the two weeks you're going to be here. I'm going to be out hunting in New Jersey. I won't be too far away if anything happens. Nothing will happen though, and if something does occur, you know what to do," Dad instructed. 
"Okay, if anything happens, I'll take care of it," I agreed. 
"If what happens?" Sam asked from the backseat. 
"Nothing, Sammy, don't worry," I smiled at him. 
"Why is Dean leaving?" Sam asked, directing his question at Dad. 
"Dean is going on a little vacation while you stay at Bobby's," he answered coolly. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Is that how he saw it? A vacation? I grunted in annoyance and slumped down in my seat. Sam got to stay with Bobby while I stayed at an all boys reform school. Jealously bubbled inside me. Sam and Bobby were going to do fun "normal things" and not me. That's a vacation. The jealously for my little brother quickly subsided as I realized I shouldn't be jealous. I'm happy he's going to be spending time with Bobby doing normal activities. Sam still doesn't know about the monsters that are real. His innocence is still intact. I want it to stay that way. 
                          
"Got all your things together?" Dad inquired. I lifted my bag as a nonverbal 'yes.' 
"Sonny already knows that you'll be staying here. Dean, we'll be back in two weeks. Be ready," my father nodded towards the house and I sighed. 'Be ready,' he warned. Like I could let myself get lazy. I must always be alert and careful. I bobbed my head up and down in agreement and opened the Impala door. Slamming it shut, I walked towards my new home for the next two weeks. 
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Sonny greeted me at the door and showed me around. My room is on the second floor with a handful of other boys. Their ages ranged from thirteen to sixteen. I'm fourteen, so I'm glad that I'm not stuck with a bunch of brats. I ignored introductions; deeming it useless that I learn their names because I wasn't staying long. Not like I was going to make friends. I don't really have standards, but I find everyone so annoying. Babbling on and on about boring crap. Also because I know a lot about the dark corners in the world. I didn't get to experience them first hand sometimes, but when I did, it was hard and scary. I got used to it though. I had to. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. That's my life. 
                          
"Castiel is outside right now, he's one of the boys you'll be rooming with," Sonny informed me. I nodded, a little intrigued by the strange name. Castiel? What kind of name is that? Sonny must of noticed my perplexity, "Castiel is a nice boy. Don't be off put by his name." I shook my head internally. I wasn't off put by his name. His name was interesting, and I wanted to know more about it; and the owner of that unique name. I mumbled an "okay" and went back to staring out the window. It was then that I noticed the boy outside. His hair was raven colored, and he wore a beige trench coat. His outfit made him appear older. However, I knew he was young. 
                          
"That's Castiel right there," Sonny pointed to the boy, pressing his index finger against the glass. 
"How old is he?" I asked. 
"He's almost fifteen," Sonny answered. 
"How long is he staying?" 
"Hmm...I'm not sure. He was just came here a few years ago. No explanation or anything. He doesn't even have a last name, or that's what he says. I think he may have amnesia or something of a sorts. He doesn't remember anything when he was a child. Just shrugs and doesn't say anything. He's a strange kid but sweet. My wife took him under her wing. Castiel stays here with us as a foster kid. I've asked the cops but...nothing really," Sonny explained to me; his voice trailed off at the end. Something about this guy sparked something inside of me. He seemed suspicious. I wanted to know more but didn't push it. I focused on the boy outside, Castiel. Was he hiding something? How did the cops know nothing about him. Didn't they do fingerprints on him or whatever? Maybe he's not human. That could be very possible but not likely. Castiel was just a lost missing boy with amnesia. 
That didn't stop me from wondering though.
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This is my first destiel fan fiction so it may not be the best. I'm gonna try to write long chapters but I'm pretty bad at that. Hopefully you'll enjoy it nonetheless :)