Could Be Dangerous (Destiel)

Chapter 4

"Cas, wake up. Gotta get you home." I hear someone say. I feel something shaking me slightly. I manage to open my eyes a bit. I see Dean. "We gotta get going." He says. I groan and turn on my side. I look at the alarm clock but can't quite see it. "What time is it?" I ask. "Seven forty." He says. I stretch back in my bed then sit up. "Okay."

I run my hand through my hair, trying to fix it some-what. I slip on my shoes that are blood-stained from the vamp last night. I tried cleaning them last night but it didn't do much. The blood isn't going away.

I stand up. Of course we didn't have anything to pack 'cause we didn't exactly plan staying here. So checking out was pretty easy and quick.

The drive back to town was quick. "So, where am I taking you?" Dean asks, looking over at me. "Uh, just take me home." I say. He looks at the road then looks back at me in a 'you sure?' kind of way. "It's fine dude. Don't worry about me." I say. "He isn't always that bad. It's only some times. Seriously."

My dad is a sticky subject. He really is a half-decent man, when he's not drunk. It's not his fault he is this way, his life hasn't always been good. And after mom left him... Well he loved her, a lot, and that just destroyed him.

I look almost exactly like my mother, so I'm a constant reminder of her. I don't know if that matters or not.

I haven't seen my mom in a little over a year. I stopped visiting her when things got more 'serious' between her and her boyfriend. She stopped caring about me then.

I almost knew that my mom would divorce my dad. When I was ten I started noticing her acting different. It was like she wasn't happy with my dad anymore. I remember her always picking fights and yelling at him. And dad getting mad but still wanting to fix things between them. And how he was always apologizing to her in different ways even though he didn't do anything wrong and it was all her fault. Then when I was eleven she was out a lot more. I would ask my dad why she was hardly ever home anymore and he would say that she just needed time by herself even though he had to know something was up. Then when I was twelve everything fell apart. She was out even later and hardly hung out with me and/or dad. Then one night my dad took me out to the arcade to play some games, cause he was really stressed out and I was always sad cause my family was literally breaking apart so he took me out to have some fun for the first time in a long time. When we got home and my dad opened the front door, my mom was home. But she wasn't home alone, she was with a man. They were making out on the couch when we opened the door. I remember the look on her face when she looked up. She was in her bra and underwear, the other man shirtless. She didn't look sad, or guilty, or sorry, just sorry she got caught. "Tiffany?" My dad had said, shocked. Even after that my dad still tried to fix things. But my mom was gone. She didn't care anymore.

Sometimes I think about when we were still a family, or at least a happy one. One of my favorite memories is when I was six. We were all at a play ground. Running around, laughing. We were playing tag, I'd run up on the playground so I wouldn't get tagged. I looked down to find where my mom, who was currently the tagger, was. She was hiding under the playground and took my dad by surprise. She would ran away laughing cause he didn't see that coming and my dad was laugh cause he was just tricked. Then he yelled that he was going to get me and started climbing up the slide. I would scream and run away like a little kid, which is what I was. A little kid, that would scream and laugh, and run around, happy. When they were out of breath they would hide away from me under the playground, although I could very well see them. I remember looking over at them when they were kissing, then looked away quickly cause, y'know, that's disgusting.

It's not much but it's still one of my favorites 'cause we were all so happy and together.

As we rode down my long driveway Dean says; "What are you going to tell him?" I scratch at the back of my head as I think. "Uh, that I just stayed at a hotel 'cause it was too late to go back home I guess." I say. He nods.