Fic: Start of Something New
Title: Start of Something New
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Summary: Being a teenager is hard. Even when you’ve been raised in Heaven. And especially if you’re thinking of bringing home your first boyfriend.
Warnings: Established character death
A/N: The sixth part of my Greyhound Bus ‘Verse. Or the GHB!Verse, as I’ve started calling it. Lyrics are from the Sarah Evans song Backseat of a Greyhound Bus. Title is from High School Musical. Don’t laugh. You know you like it.
Word Count: 1138
Disclaimer: The characters and song lyrics aren’t mine. If they were, I’d be rich. Kinda.
Sweet baby girl
She looked into the face of a new
The face of a brand new world
Puberty was hard. It wasn’t supposed to be hard. Not for her. Not in Heaven. And, she supposed, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. It was Heaven, after all, and there was no pain, no blood - if you get her drift. She hadn’t broken out, just gained a few freckles.
No, she wasn’t dealing with the typical problems of puberty. She had something else entirely going on.
Abby glowed.
She glowed when she got too happy, too sad, too excited. Her grandfather laughed. Her daddy chuckled. Her dad tried to tell her that it was a natural part of growing up, given what she was.
Her dad was full of shit.
She wasn’t even gonna tell him about the wings.
So she moped. She walked around the house with her head down, eyes trained on the floor, hair falling over her face. She ignored her grandparents, her aunt and uncle, her little cousin.
She wasn’t even sure why they were there. It was big house, sure, but big enough for eight people? She knew her daddy had had issues back in the day - the be glad you’re not a runt running around in second-hand clothes and taking care of a kid who doesn’t appreciate you speech had been testament enough to that - but she didn’t get why he needed everyone to be there.
Except that she did. Because she was kinda starting to pick up on his thoughts. And she could sort of sift through his memories if she thought about it hard enough. And her daddy’d had it rough. Still had it rough. Didn’t truly trust any of them except her dad.
He didn’t trust her, and that was what hurt. He loved her with all of his heart, but he knew what she was: a moody teenager who was going to graduate in three years and go off to college and never call. He’d had experience with that.
He didn’t treat her any different. He just didn’t trust her.
Which was why she wasn’t going to tell him about Jake.
Abby knocked on the bedroom door, knowing full well that her daddy was outside working on the car. Her dad turned and smiled at her from his place on the bed. He turned off the television and motioned for her to join him.
She slid up next to him and sighed. “I need to talk to you. And you have to promise to keep it a secret from daddy, ok?”
The angel narrowed his eyes. “What happened?”
“Nothing. I just… I don’t think he’ll understand, is all. He’s got a lot on his mind.”
Castiel smiled. “You know that first-hand?”
She met his smile with a glare - one that she felt, rather than saw, flash from blue to gold and back again. “Its not my fault he thinks too loud.”
“All right. Well, tell me about this boy.”
“How did you…?” She realized what she was about to ask and shut her mouth. “All right. So, his name’s Jake, and he’s really cute and really nice and I really like him.”
“You met him at school?”
“Yeah. At lunch.”
“Was he born here?”
“No. He died a while back. When the War started. His family as one of the first Lucifer killed.”
“How old is he?”
That was the sticking point. “Eighteen. He, uh, volunteers at the school. Teaches sports and stuff. Eats with the kids. He’s really nice, dad.”
“He’s eighteen.”
“Which is why you can’t tell daddy.”
“He’s three years older than you.”
“But you won’t tell daddy.”
“If he asks-”
“Lie. At least for a little while. Please? Jake’s nice, and I really like him.”
Castiel sighed. “Can we meet him?”
“Can you make sure daddy doesn’t blow a gasket?”
“I can’t make any promises.”
“But you’ll try?”
“Of course.”
“Good. ‘Cause I totally invited him over for dinner on Wednesday.”
“Wednesday?” Cas asked. “Tomorrow?”
“You should talk to daddy.” She kissed him on the cheek and skipped out of her parents’ room, pale skin emitting a soft blue glow in the dim light.
-.-
“Jake, I’m sorry.” Abby ran out the door after him, following his hurried steps down the driveway. “My daddy-”
The boy spun, looking down at her with sad eyes. “I get it. Parents, you know. I just wish you’d told me.”
“About what?”
“Your folks.”
She sighed. “It’s the gay-thing, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not that.”
“Then what?” She could feel people staring at her from the doorway, knew she was being watched. She just didn’t care.
“Why didn’t you tell me who they were? I mean, the hunter that stopped the War and the angel he claimed for his prize? That seems like some pretty need-to-know stuff.”
Abby felt her shoulders slump. “You’re mad.”
“Not mad,” Jake said softly, his eyes tracking up to the front door. “Just surprised. Amazed. Awed, even. Because that? Is some seriously cool shit.” He blinked, tilting his head to one side, as if inspecting her.
“What?”
“Does that mean that you’re…?”
And there it was. The thing she’d been trying so hard to hide. She was a freak. She was a freak and he was going to leave and tell everyone what she was. She would be outcast, shunned. “Yeah.” There was no point denying it. “You should see the family reunions.”
“That’s…”
“Scary? Weird? Freaky? Unnatural? Cause for a massive flood that will wipe out the entirety of the human race?”
“I was gonna say awesome, but,” he squinted. “You’re glowing.”
Abby blushed. “Yeah, that happens.”
To her surprise, he took her in his arms and smiled. “I could get used to that.”
-.-
Castiel fisted his hand in Dean’s jacket. “No.”
“He’s touching her.”
“He’s hugging her.”
“I don’t like him.”
The angel snorted. “You don’t like that he likes Abby.”
“No,” Dean argued. “I mean, there’s something off about him. He seems so familiar, and did you see the way he looked at us when she brought him in. Like he was walking to his death.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“He doesn’t seem weird to you?”
Castiel sighed. “He seems like a teenage boy who was killed by the Devil. Is that weird?”
Dean narrowed his eyes, watching as Jake looped an arm around Abby’s shoulders and started walking down the road with her. “I don’t like him,” he repeated.
Cas sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere in the argument. “Fine. We’ll watch him. But for now, she’s happy. Let’s leave her be.” He turned from the door and went to finish dinner, leaving Dean staring out at the streets of Heaven, the hair on the back of his neck standing up in silent warning.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Summary: Being a teenager is hard. Even when you’ve been raised in Heaven. And especially if you’re thinking of bringing home your first boyfriend.
Warnings: Established character death
A/N: The sixth part of my Greyhound Bus ‘Verse. Or the GHB!Verse, as I’ve started calling it. Lyrics are from the Sarah Evans song Backseat of a Greyhound Bus. Title is from High School Musical. Don’t laugh. You know you like it.
Word Count: 1138
Disclaimer: The characters and song lyrics aren’t mine. If they were, I’d be rich. Kinda.
Sweet baby girl
She looked into the face of a new
The face of a brand new world
Puberty was hard. It wasn’t supposed to be hard. Not for her. Not in Heaven. And, she supposed, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. It was Heaven, after all, and there was no pain, no blood - if you get her drift. She hadn’t broken out, just gained a few freckles.
No, she wasn’t dealing with the typical problems of puberty. She had something else entirely going on.
Abby glowed.
She glowed when she got too happy, too sad, too excited. Her grandfather laughed. Her daddy chuckled. Her dad tried to tell her that it was a natural part of growing up, given what she was.
Her dad was full of shit.
She wasn’t even gonna tell him about the wings.
So she moped. She walked around the house with her head down, eyes trained on the floor, hair falling over her face. She ignored her grandparents, her aunt and uncle, her little cousin.
She wasn’t even sure why they were there. It was big house, sure, but big enough for eight people? She knew her daddy had had issues back in the day - the be glad you’re not a runt running around in second-hand clothes and taking care of a kid who doesn’t appreciate you speech had been testament enough to that - but she didn’t get why he needed everyone to be there.
Except that she did. Because she was kinda starting to pick up on his thoughts. And she could sort of sift through his memories if she thought about it hard enough. And her daddy’d had it rough. Still had it rough. Didn’t truly trust any of them except her dad.
He didn’t trust her, and that was what hurt. He loved her with all of his heart, but he knew what she was: a moody teenager who was going to graduate in three years and go off to college and never call. He’d had experience with that.
He didn’t treat her any different. He just didn’t trust her.
Which was why she wasn’t going to tell him about Jake.
Abby knocked on the bedroom door, knowing full well that her daddy was outside working on the car. Her dad turned and smiled at her from his place on the bed. He turned off the television and motioned for her to join him.
She slid up next to him and sighed. “I need to talk to you. And you have to promise to keep it a secret from daddy, ok?”
The angel narrowed his eyes. “What happened?”
“Nothing. I just… I don’t think he’ll understand, is all. He’s got a lot on his mind.”
Castiel smiled. “You know that first-hand?”
She met his smile with a glare - one that she felt, rather than saw, flash from blue to gold and back again. “Its not my fault he thinks too loud.”
“All right. Well, tell me about this boy.”
“How did you…?” She realized what she was about to ask and shut her mouth. “All right. So, his name’s Jake, and he’s really cute and really nice and I really like him.”
“You met him at school?”
“Yeah. At lunch.”
“Was he born here?”
“No. He died a while back. When the War started. His family as one of the first Lucifer killed.”
“How old is he?”
That was the sticking point. “Eighteen. He, uh, volunteers at the school. Teaches sports and stuff. Eats with the kids. He’s really nice, dad.”
“He’s eighteen.”
“Which is why you can’t tell daddy.”
“He’s three years older than you.”
“But you won’t tell daddy.”
“If he asks-”
“Lie. At least for a little while. Please? Jake’s nice, and I really like him.”
Castiel sighed. “Can we meet him?”
“Can you make sure daddy doesn’t blow a gasket?”
“I can’t make any promises.”
“But you’ll try?”
“Of course.”
“Good. ‘Cause I totally invited him over for dinner on Wednesday.”
“Wednesday?” Cas asked. “Tomorrow?”
“You should talk to daddy.” She kissed him on the cheek and skipped out of her parents’ room, pale skin emitting a soft blue glow in the dim light.
-.-
“Jake, I’m sorry.” Abby ran out the door after him, following his hurried steps down the driveway. “My daddy-”
The boy spun, looking down at her with sad eyes. “I get it. Parents, you know. I just wish you’d told me.”
“About what?”
“Your folks.”
She sighed. “It’s the gay-thing, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not that.”
“Then what?” She could feel people staring at her from the doorway, knew she was being watched. She just didn’t care.
“Why didn’t you tell me who they were? I mean, the hunter that stopped the War and the angel he claimed for his prize? That seems like some pretty need-to-know stuff.”
Abby felt her shoulders slump. “You’re mad.”
“Not mad,” Jake said softly, his eyes tracking up to the front door. “Just surprised. Amazed. Awed, even. Because that? Is some seriously cool shit.” He blinked, tilting his head to one side, as if inspecting her.
“What?”
“Does that mean that you’re…?”
And there it was. The thing she’d been trying so hard to hide. She was a freak. She was a freak and he was going to leave and tell everyone what she was. She would be outcast, shunned. “Yeah.” There was no point denying it. “You should see the family reunions.”
“That’s…”
“Scary? Weird? Freaky? Unnatural? Cause for a massive flood that will wipe out the entirety of the human race?”
“I was gonna say awesome, but,” he squinted. “You’re glowing.”
Abby blushed. “Yeah, that happens.”
To her surprise, he took her in his arms and smiled. “I could get used to that.”
-.-
Castiel fisted his hand in Dean’s jacket. “No.”
“He’s touching her.”
“He’s hugging her.”
“I don’t like him.”
The angel snorted. “You don’t like that he likes Abby.”
“No,” Dean argued. “I mean, there’s something off about him. He seems so familiar, and did you see the way he looked at us when she brought him in. Like he was walking to his death.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“He doesn’t seem weird to you?”
Castiel sighed. “He seems like a teenage boy who was killed by the Devil. Is that weird?”
Dean narrowed his eyes, watching as Jake looped an arm around Abby’s shoulders and started walking down the road with her. “I don’t like him,” he repeated.
Cas sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere in the argument. “Fine. We’ll watch him. But for now, she’s happy. Let’s leave her be.” He turned from the door and went to finish dinner, leaving Dean staring out at the streets of Heaven, the hair on the back of his neck standing up in silent warning.