and it goes like this. [destiel fanfic] chapter one up

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

hey, guys! my fanfic will be here <3 it's destiel, based on this image drawn by veggiecake on tumblr. A summary will be up shortly.

In this AU, Mary never died and Sam and Dean are kids, Dean being twelve, Sam six. On their way to school in a new town, Dean helps out Castiel, the youngest of six brothers, and they begin an unlikely friendship, complete with a pushy little brother who thinks they should kiss and older brothers who want to make their lives hell every step of the way.

they were those neighbors. || one

[pappuppy]

::Totally following! good luck!

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

thanks!

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

Dean’s POV


---“Dean? C’mon, you gotta walk Sammie to school!”
---I groan and rub at my face, wiping some toothpaste off my cheek. “But Dad,” I whine, knowing it’ll get me nowhere. “He’s like, six. He can walk himself to school.”
---“B-but, D! What if some bad man tries to steal me away?” I turn to see my little brother in his footie pajamas, rubbing at his right eye with a chubby fist and blinking sleepily. I grin.
---“Come on, Sammie, ain’t no bad man gonna steal you up.” I drop my voice to a whisper. “They only go for the girls.”
---“I heard that.” My mom practically cuts into my line, and I huff my breath.
---“Mom, stop eavesdropping!”
---“Stop telling your brother things you know’ll scare him.”
---“Get dressed!” My dad never fails to come in at perfect time, and my mom shoots me a playful I’ll-get-you-later smirk and heads down the steps.
---I watch her go. “What, you’re not going’to say anything to Sammie?”

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---After another thirty minutes of family members yelling back and forth at each other, we’re nearly ready to go. It’s a new town, fourth time we’ve moved this year, but dad promised us we’d stay here for at least my middle school year. I’m going into sixth grade. Cool, right? I can only hope the other guys won’t be offended by my adorableness and bad-assery. Is that even a word? It is now. We moved to here, a nice place in Florida, from Alaska. Yeah, big difference, but I prefer hot to cold anyway. However, if you’re used to snow, and you’ve grown used to living in the cold for a few months, moving to a hot place in August is not your brightest decision. Mom hands me and Sam our lunch and hugs him, then leaves a wet kiss on my forehead. Sam starts laughing loudly; he’s always amused when Mom babies me for some reason. I scowl. “Shut up, Sam!” I moan, rubbing the wetness off my skin and forcing my hand on his face. He squeals loudly.
---“Dean!”
---“Guys,” Dad says warningly, and I back off.
---“Alright Sam, come on,” I say, grabbing my lunch and slinging my bookbag over one shoulder. He seems nervous suddenly, but who could blame them? After years of being more on the solitary side, the kid’s getting thrown into kindergarten. “He stands near mom with a worried, anxious look on his face, and I lean down close to him. “Hey, my school doesn’t start for more than an hour, I got up for you,” I tease, and his from breaks into a smile, and he giggles. “Sam, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” I promise, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his. They’re tiny, like little baby worms. I lead him over to the door, and we step outside into the hot, steamy, wet morning. He’s yelling bye to mom and dad and I’m choking, wondering how people live in a swimming pool. The water in the air is so thick, it’s practically dripping. Sam giggles.
---“I got used this yesterday,” he smirks, poking me in the stomach. “When me and mom were weeding. While you were upstairs yesterday, listening to music. Some boy came to help us, from next door. He’s twelve, too! And, you guys are going to the same school! Cool, right?”
---I glance over at the house next door; it’s a bit weird. For one, there’s stone angels all over the front yard. Do they ever blink? Also, I’ve found a feather or two that’s drifted over here from their house, it seems they’re scattered everywhere. It’s not like any bird I’ve ever seen. For one, the feathers are weird. They’re sleek but also fluffy, and I’ve found some pretty long ones, too big for a bird. And don’t even get me on the boys who live there. I haven’t formally met them, but our houses are really, really close, and I think my window is lined up with the younger one, because one was yelling yesterday for some of his brothers to leave him alone. This is the weird part: they all have Biblical names. I mean, it’s okay to have one or two, but all of them? And names like Lucifer? What kind of family is this?
---“Yes, that’s nice, Sam.” I reply, quickly beginning to tug him off toward the path to our school. Our house is only five minutes away, but it’s down a back road, so there’s just us and our one neighbor-house. We get really nice porches and backyards, though.
---Sam keeps looking over his shoulder. “What’re you looking at?” I question irritably, since it’s making him go slower. He points his finger, and I turn.
---Some kid is having major issues carrying all his stuff. He’s got a bunch of text books in his arms, with a pencil or two and a pen in his mouth, a notebook, a ruler and tons of paper. I sigh, try hard not to scowl or roll my eyes, and turn, knowing that since I’ve met his eyes once that it wouldn’t be manners to turn around and leave him. He looks about my age, and he seems to have come out the other house. Even from back here, I can tell he’s got striking blue eyes and he has messy brown hair and his mouth is pulled into a slightly agitated down-curl of pale lips. “You need help?” I ask, letting go of Sammie’s hand for a moment, putting my things on the ground and taking a few books from him. He takes the pencils and pen out of his mouth and sticks them in his jacket pocket, a light beige.
---He nods, smiling, with an exasperated look on his face. “Thanks,” he says quietly.
---“Hi, Cas!” Sam shouts, waving his hand wildly, and the boy – Cas, I’m presuming – while balancing the rest of the things he’s holding on one of his arms, smiles and waves back.
---“Hello, Sam.”
---My little brother turns to me. “Dean, this is who I was telling you about. The one that came to help!” He grins a toothy smile at me.
---Cas looks to me, blushing slightly. “Yeah, he didn’t stop talking about someone named Dean, and your mom said that he was talking about his older brother.”
---Sam stomps his feet before I have a chance to reply. “C’mon, guys; we’re gonna be late for school!” And so, I help Cas carry his things, as my stuff is easy to carry, and walk toward school, conversing every once in a while, while Sam chases birds and bugs and kicks pinecones and rocks.

[pappuppy]

:: Cas is so friggin' cute! I would love to be his friend! Good job!

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

ah, thanks! i wanted to get something up before i leave for sunday, hopefully the chapters will be longer and with more details after this and maybe the next one, depending on when i get finished with it.

[bellamy.]

Dude, this story is going to be good.
I can already see it.

[Darius4Ever ~ ♥]

aw, thanks!

alright, guys; i'm gonna be leaving soon, so i'm gonna copy what i've got and ideas down and try to write a bunch while i'm in tennessee! c: basically i'll be writing gay supernatural fanfiction while at a church camp for five days

not sure when i'll be able to update, 'cause i'm visiting my dad after that, but i'll make sure this won't be abandoned! keep it bookmarked! c: