When I See You Again a Destiel highschool AU [DISCONTINUED]

Thanks For The Memories But Then Again Fuck You

Cass

I hope I'm in the right place.... I nervously scratched my cheek and craned my head out the side window. The directions Dean gave me were... Vague to say the least. "7605 Cynthia Ave. it's hard to miss, but if you get lost, call me and I'll get you here."
Right, thanks Dean. Big help. I sighed and slowed down to scope out a street sign. Cynthia Ave. finally. I coasted down the street until I found his house.
I don't know what I was expecting, but for some reason his house surprised me. It's was a small two story, mostly made of brick. The front door was a dark oak and there was a small white sign nailed to it bedecked with pastel painted flowers aground the edges. The middle held the word Singer. As I reached for the door bell, I noticed that the door handle was strange. Upon a closer look, I realized that it was made out of.... Is that... Iron?
I forgot all about the peculiar doorknob when the door was opened by a bored looking blonde boy I almost recognized.
"Whaddaya wa- oh. Hey Cass. You here for the nerd, the dumbass, or the blonde?" At a loss for words I simply stood there and gazed at the boy, my mouth slightly ajar. Another hand shoved the first boy away from the door.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Adam- sorry about him Cass. Why don't you come in?" Another boy identical to the first, who I now recognized as a freshman at my school, led me inside with a glare to his sulking brother.
"What my very rude twin meant to say was, have you come to see Sam, Jo, or Dean?" I coughed into my hand awkwardly.
"Oh, Dean. Sorry, I just didn't realize he had siblings other than Sam." As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. Adam's sulk turned into a spiteful glare and he tuned and disappeared into the hallway. The other twin winced at the door slam that followed.
"Oh, oh god I'm so sorry I didn't mean- I wasn't trying to- oh my god I'm so sorry- is he okay?" The boy breathed out a chuckle that felt more like a sigh.
"He'll be alright soon enough. It's... Well it's a long story. Sam or Dean will tell you someday, if they trust you enough." He shook himself out of his thoughts and extended his hand. "I'm Michel by the way, and as I'm sure you realized the boy who greeted you was my less eloquent twin, Adam. The other will be down shortly I'm sure. In fact, I'll go get Dean now." With that, Michel hurried up the stairs and was out of my field of vision when he turned down a hall.
Not sure what to do with myself, I stood there and waited for them to come back. Adam seemed a bit... Intense, but Michel was like likeable enough. He seemed a bit too eloquent as he put it. I felt like he was role playing a Victorian lady the entire time I spoke to him.
"Hey Cass." I looked up and saw Dean descending the steps and coming towards me. I grinned.
"Hey Dean."
"Sorry I wasn't down when you got here. And that Adam of all people was at the door. Sorry if he was a total ass." I blushed in shame again.
"Oh no, it's alright. He had perfect cause to be an ass..." I muttered. He seemed confused but he motioned for me to follow him. "Come on, let's go to my room. Trust me, you do not want to be down here when everyone gets up.
I was confused. "Get up? It's already lunchtime!" He laughed.
"Yeah, the Singers tend to get up late." I noticed that when he said the word "Singers" he said it like the title didn't really belong to him.
He led me up the stairs and down a hallway, stopping roughly at a light brown door. Pushing it open, he smiled and gestured for me enter. It was surprisingly bare, but idly suited him well. I glanced back at Dean as he clicked the door shut. "Do you mind if I look around?"
"Oh yeah, sure. There's nothing much to look at though." He said, sitting on his bed and messing with his phone. I hesitantly walked to his oak dresser. It was small, and only went about to my chest. The dresser was pained dark brown, with small brass knobs.
There was a small clutter of trinkets strewn across the top. One caught my attention. "What's this?" He looked up with disinterest, his gaze sharpening when he saw the little statuette u was holding. He stood up and walked to stand next to me, gently taking it from my hands and gazing at it with an expression I couldn't read. His moth opened slightly, then closed. He closed his eyes with a soft sigh and placed it back on the desk.
"Dean, I didn't mean to upset you. If you don't wanna talk about it, that's ok."
"No, I- I need to- you deserve.... I think I need to talk about it." I nodded and led him back to the bed, sitting down next to him and settling down to listen to him.
"The statue, my dad gave it to me."
"Bobby?" He chuckled.
"No, not Bobby. You see, I'm adopted." My eyes grew wide. That is decidedly not what I was expecting from this.
  He cleared his throat. "Bobby and Ellen adopted me and my brothers when we were just little kids. Jo is their only biological child."
"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love them all to death; what I have now is more of a family than John ever was." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground.
"Dean-" he cut me off.
"It's ok. I'm ok. I really... I need to talk to someone about this or its going to kill me." I silenced and hesitantly put my hand over his in support. He stared down at our hands in surprise and continued.
"John... Oh man, how do I explain John Winchester..." He snorted. "In a nutshell, who am I kidding, the guy was a nutcase. At least, that's what I always tell myself. Let me start at the beginning."
"I was six; Sammy was four, and the twins were three. There was... No one knows where it came from but.... There was a fire right in Sammy's nursery.... My mom didn't make it." I saw his eyes start to sparkle. He squeezed them shut and ground his teeth, his hand clenched under mine. "So-sorry. I didn't mean to get all mushy and shit. God this is pathetic...." I held his hand, a hard glint in my eyes. I pulled his head up to face me.
"Don't say that. Don't call yourself pathetic." He smiled and looked down at our hands.
"Anyway. After the accident, my- John- he just kind of.... Broke. He never was the same. Before, he was amazing. He was my father, and I loved him. I adored him and mom but after she died... It was hell, Cass. He- he-" his voice lowered to a whisper and he clenched my hand harder. "He hurt us. Never all at the same time, only one at a time; he isolated us. I don't know what he did to the others but... He was almost always drunk, and when he came home, he would send the others upstairs and leave me alone with him. They wanted to stay with me, but I always made them leave. I couldn't stand to let him touch them Cass, but... But a part of me always wanted them to stay. I just didn't want to be alone with him." His voice was monotone.
"Usually he would just hit me, smack me around a bit and make me do chores for him but one night... He was screaming because I broke a plate. I remember it so clearly that sometimes I wonder if I imagined it. He was screaming and screaming and telling me to stop crying but I was so scared and I couldn't stop, and then he grabbed his beer bottle from the table and smashed it, but he held on to the neck and used the jagged end to.... He grabbed me and held me and then...." He looked at me with hollow eyes.
"You can guess what happened next." Horrified, I just stared at him.

Dean

I can't believe I just told him all that.
He stared at me.
He thinks I'm insane.
A freak.
A monster.
He's afraid that I'm going to turn out like him.
He suddenly lunged forward, and I fell backwards into my bed. Enveloped in his arms, I could feel him shaking. He looked up and I could see he was crying.
"Oh god, Cass I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have told you all that I was selfish-"
"No! You're not selfish! Stop it!" He hugged me harder and buried his face in my neck.
He mumbled something I couldn't understand.
"What?"
"I said you're the most selfless person I know." I froze. No one has ever said something like that about me, not with that much conviction. I felt my eyes tear up again.
And for once in my life, I didn't try to stop them from flowing.

I swear to god these titles are becoming more like Fall Out Boy some titles every chapter....