Is It Destiny?(A Sabriel/Destiel Highschool AU)

Moving

(This is in the summer. Late July/early August.)

"Deeaaaannn..." Sam groaned, "Do you know when Dad's coming back?"

"No, Sammy, I don't. Why don't you go do your geeky stuff or read a book? In your room." Dean snapped. He was trying to sleep.

"Fine." Sam huffed and stomped up the stairs to his room, mumbling "Don't call me Sammy."

Their mother died from an armed robbery in Sam's nursery when he was only six months old, and Dean only four years old. Their dad, John, was currently deployed, as usual, and Dean had to take care of Sammy. Again.

Dean's phone rang, causing him to jump. He answered an unknown number saying "Dean Winchester speaking."

"Hello? Dean? I have some tragic news." an unfamiliar voice said through the phone. His stomach dropped. What if it's about dad?!

"W-what is it?!"

"I am so sorry to inform you that your Dad has passed. Died in battle."

"W-what?" Dean couldn't have heard that right. This must be a mistake. Must be someone else whose name is Dean and has a father in the Marines.

"John Winchester died in battle. A warriors death, to protect a friend by the name of Bobby. Bobby left to go back home, after experiencing something as horrid as watching his best friend die in battle."

"Bobby? As in Bobby Singer?"

Bobby's an old family friend of the Winchester's, he helped John cope with Mary's death, and was like a second father to the boys.

"Yeah. Bobby Singer."

"But where will Sammy and I go?" Dean's voice cracked, and he winced at showing such a vulnerability to a stranger.

"Bobby and his wife, Ellen, are adopting you two."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Bobby and Ellen have no kids together, but Joanna Harvelle, or Jo, Ellen's daughter, considers herself Bobby's kid, because her dad died when she was really small. They lived in Sioux Falls, while Sam and Dean lived in Lawrence.

We get to move. Yay. Dean thought sarcastically. He hung up on whoever he was talking to as Sam came back downstairs.

"Dude, who was that? And why are you crying?" Sam sat down on the couch next to Dean, who just noticed the tears falling down his face.

"I don't know. Dad's-Dad's d-dead." Dean broke down into sobs and Sam froze. Did I hear him right? Dad's dead? No...No! It isn't possible!

"B-but, where will we go?" Sam wondered aloud.

"Bobby's place." Dean sniffed, and Sam hugged him. It wasn't everyday Dean cried, so Sam comforted him on the days he did: if the bullies were at him, despite Dean being the most popular, if Dean was depressed-Again--because Dad was gone for awhile and missed some special event, etc.

"Okay. I'll go pack, alright?" Sam asked. Dean nodded and they both went upstairs without another word. Since Dean's seventeen, as soon as they'd packed everything and loaded it into a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, he drove them to Sioux Falls.

They got there by the next morning. Dean only stopped once to get a black coffee. Sam slept with his head leaned against the warm window.

Dean sighed as he pulled up into Bobby's Auto shop that he worked on in spare time. The sun was just beginning to rise. Dean gently shook Sam awake.