It dosent matter [ destiel, sabriel au]

Shopping, pizza and voices

Warning: this chapter has self harm in it.
[still Monday]

[Deans' POV]

~~Nothing else interesting happened for the rest of the day that the writer could be bothered to write about. Teachers gave lectures and students died of boredom, that's about it. So let's skip to the last period of school shall we?~~

Dean stared at the white-board, I don't think I've ever been so confused in my entire life. He was doing algebra, or geometry, he still didn't know what the difference was. He looked around in boredom, checking out his class mates. Lisa Brenden was sitting 2 rows to the left. Charlie in front of him. And the boy, Castiel, was 2 seats behind him to the left. In the very corner of the class. Dean stared at him. Something about the boy was just so entrancing but he didn't understand what. Castiel looked up from his work, almost as if he could sense he was being watched, making eye-contact with Dean. Dean looked down in embarrassment.

The bell rang and Dean got up. Realizing that he still had to return the book to Castiel. He turned around only to be barreled out the way by tonnes of teenagers wanting to get out of school. By the time the stampede had ended; Castiel was gone.

Dean sighed. He'll just give it to him tomorrow.

He got out of school and walked over to his car. A '67 Chevy Impala. He petted the hood. "Hey baby did you miss me?" He said quietly.

"And I thought I was the crazy one," Sam said, magically appearing behind him. Or maybe walking over to him from school. You'll never know.

Sam is schizophrenic. It used to be really bad. But the meds he's been on have really helped. Before he said he heard a voice in his head. Telling him that this isn't real. That he was trapped in an illusion. Putting him to the point of pain until he did what it told him to do. He even had to go to an asylum once. But that was only for a month when he was 7 and he can't remember it. The meds the doctor gave him made sure of that. He's now 15 in grade 10, an A+ student. Dean couldn't be more proud of him. Sam still hears the voice. But he's found a way to block it out.

"C'mon Sammy say hi to baby."

"Don't call me Sammy. Sammy's the name of a chubby 12 year old."

Dean grinned, "get in the car."

*~*

"So how was school?"

"It was ok, I made a new friend, Gabriel, he's really funny."

Dean smiled, "I'm glad, I hope this year goes better than last year."

"Yeah, me too."

They spent the rest of the car ride talking about non-important things.

"Home, sweet home," Dean said, pulling up into the drive way.

Their house wasn't much to brag about. In fact, it wasn't even really a house. It was an apartment block. He lived on the second floor next door to a couple who constantly sounded like they were on their honeymoon, Dean had never met them. But the walls were pretty thin. That's all he needed to say on that topic.

He lived with Sam and occasionally his dad, John -when John wasn't on business-trips that is- he really worked hard to look after Sam and Dean, but that meant spending weeks, maybe months on business-trips just to put food on the table. John and Sam often fought when he was home. Usually about Johns job. But John was a a man of habit and refused to leave "the family business" . So Dean was basically the man of the house.