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Okay I have 2 reasons why I wasn't able to get a story up like 2 days ago
1) I've had Writers Block for the pass few days practically (even now too as I struggle to write this) (Sorry if it sounds forced ☹️ ;-; le sigh)
2) Destiel. Kevedd. LevixEren. Yeah. Fandom life. Smut. Stories. Comics. Pictures. The whole shabang. Hit me like a ton of bricks. That wave of 'I don't know what but I feel like reading or stalking *insert ship name here* today'.
#Fangirllife
-DawnADHH
Ps. All I could get out was Pure Fluff ❤️ <3
Pss. There will be a story later
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Psss. Enjoy~
Word Count: 1815
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*~ Max's P.O.V ~*
I was walking home from school, since I got suspended for beating up a couple of asshats. Glancing up at the sky, I could tell that it was going to rain soon. So I hurried along. But before I turned down my street, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Coming to a stop I saw sitting under a tree across the street was a boy around my age. He had curly brown hair, pale skin, and thin framed glasses. Looking both ways, I hurried over to his side of the road. The closer I got the more I saw. He had black and blue spots on his neck and arms, and his knuckles were red.
"Hey kid?" I asked my voice shaky
His head whipped around to me, his face was tear stained was littered with cuts. With fear in his sea green eyes he held up his hands, "P-P-PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!" He shouted with an obvious stutter
"Whoa. I'm not gonna hit you." I replied as I stood next to him, "I was gonna see if you were okay."
He flashed a broken smile, "I'm okay."
"No you're not." I replied bluntly as I grabbed his hand and picked him up, "Your going to come home with me."
"W-w-wait! I don't know you!? Y-Y-you could be a axe murder!"
I stopped and turned around, "I'm a bully not a murder, but the only things I do kill are monsters. My name is Max M. Winchester and you?"
"R-r-r-ross H. N-n-n-narwhal." He replied quietly
"See." I replied, "Now we know each other. So you're gonna come to my house and I'll take care of you."
Still holding his hand he followed me reluctantly. His head hung low as we walked along quietly. I don't mean to be mean, it's just easier to be mean. I let a sigh come out of my lips as opened the door. The house was quiet, but I felt him clutch my hand tighter as I closed the door behind him.
"Max. . . I'm scared." Ross whimpered
I turned on the lights and replied, "There's nothing to be scared of I'm here." I looked back at him and saw he was genuinely scared, but relaxed a little, "The restroom's this way."
I guided him into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet seat. Quickly I reached up in the cupboard and grabbed the first aid kit. I grabbed some healing pots and bandages out of the small box. I gave him the one of the healing pots (potions) to drink as I banged up his arm. He drank the light pink liquid slowly, as I continued to treat his wounds. When he finished I put the bottle off to the side and began to lift up his shirt. But he quickly pulled it back down.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm going to bandage up your chest?" I replied, "It'll help with the healing process."
His gaze softened as he looked down, "ohh okay."
I chuckled as I lifted his shirt. His chest seemed to be healing okay from the pot, but I could hear the tiny sounds of bones snapping and fixing. Did he have broken ribs? What has Ross been through? Maybe I'll ask later. Quickly I put a few bandages on his chest before pulling his shirt down.
"You might need to stay here Ross. You need at least 4 healing pots and I'll have to give you the other ones later."
"You don't have to do that." He replied softly
"Well I want to and besides its gonna rain soon and monsters spawn when it's cloudy, raining, or when it's night time."
"Wait!" Ross shouted as I could even put away anything
"What?" I asked
"What about you? Don't you need bandages too?" His gaze softened as if he was gonna cry
I shook my head, "I'm alright it's only-" I looked in the mirror before looking back at him, "-a cut lip and black eye." I smiled triumphantly
Ross looked at be before giggling softly with a small smile. I felt my heart speed up for a moment, but I dismissed it. Grabbing his hand and the other health pot, I walked over to the kitchen. I put the healing pot on the counter and jumped up next to it, so I could reach the cabinets.
"What do you feel like eating? I think we have some rabbit stew." I said as I looked into the cabinet
"That sounds good." He replied quietly
I look back at him as I saw his head was facing the floor, as he played with his shoes. Looking back, I grabbed what I was looking for and I jumped from the counter holding 2 cans. "Ya'know you can speak louder." I chuckled
His cheeks turned red as he looked up at me while I smiled at him with a toothy grin. Ross stuttered, "O-o-oh okay."
"You know what?" I said as I grabbed 2 bowls before pouring the cans in their own bowls
"W-what?" Ross replied his eyes full of fear
"I like you Rossy." I told him as I put the bowls in the microwave and pushed the start button, "You're shy and I like that."
"N-n-n-no ones ever told me that." Ross muttered to himself before speaking aloud a small smile forming, "I-I-I like you to too. . . Maxxy. You're really nice." I looked over and saw that his face was turning red.
The longer I looked at him, I could feel my stomach doing flips. Quickly I looked away and grabbed the soups to place them on the table. Then I went for 2 spoons and grabbed his hand. He followed close behind, as we sat next to each other at the table, and ate. Both of still held on to one another. Not letting go. It felt good honestly. When we finished we walked over to the couch and watched tv. I pulled the blanket over our legs, since it was cold. Softly I felt him lay his head on my shoulder. I felt my cheeks heating up, but a smile grew on my face.
"So Max. . . Umm where's your mom and dad?"
"My dads are hunting they won't be back till later though. But I'm used to being alone."
"You have 2 dads?"
"Yeah they're so cool. My dad said I could get his Impala when I'm older but my pop said I still need to learn how to fly first." I sighed
"Fly?" Ross looked at me as he tilted his head in curiosity
"Yeah I don't have my wings yet like pop, but what about you? What about your folks?"
He stiffened for a moment, before looking away and back me. My gaze never leaving his, "Can you keep a secret?" I nodded in response, "My dad hits me. . . After my mom died. He doesn't really take care of me. When he's drunk he likes to- to-." Tears started to form in his eyes
I brought him into a hug as quickly as I could and held him there. Softly he sobbed into my shoulder as I comforted him as best I could. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Like how my dad does all the time to my pop when ever something happens. He clutched me tighter as I sat there, We moved into the position of where he sat on my lap and I rubbing circles on to his back. Slowly the crying fades, and turns into hiccups.
"Shhh." I whispered into his curly hair as I hugged him tighter, "I got you." For a moment I felt him smile into my shoulder. But he clutched my back as he gasped.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-ahhhh." He stuttered out of shock, "M-M-Max?"
"Yeah?" I asked as I let go and he pointed pass my shoulder. Turning around I gasped.
"So squirt do you having anything you want to tell us?" My dad asked as he had a hand in his pocket and a gun slung over his shoulder
"He has his wings." Pop said with his gravely voice as he pointed to my back
I felt a small tug and I turned to see Ross' eyes full of wonder as he looked at my NEW pair of orange wings. "They're so pretty." Ross mumbled as his fingers laced through my feathers. It honestly felt good.
"Max." Pop said as he walked over to us. Ross looked at him too, but he let go of my feathers, and he hugged me. My wings wrapped around us protectively. "Care to explain what happened?"
"I got suspended for beating a bunch of asshats at school, for 2 days. Then I found Ross under a tree. Brought him home, took care of him, and bandaged him up. I even made us lunch." I replied as my dad walked over to us, he put the gun down and Ross face was now buried in my chest. "That's the truth."
"You obviously care for the Ross." I felt my cheeks warm up as Pop continued, "That's why you got your wings early. You're his guardian angel, like how I am with your father. And judging by his home life. . . Ross can stay." He smiled as Ross looked up at them and he was still scared
"Dad you're scaring him." I told dad as he stood there and I hugged Ross
"Fine fine." He chuckled as he ruffled our hair, "Come on Cas lets start on dinner." And both Dad and Pop walked away
Ross picked up his head slowly and looked up at me, "You can sleep with me in my room." I told him as I kissed his forehead, "Because I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."
He looked up at me and smiled warmly as he snuggled further into my chest. "Thank you Max. . . For everything."
"No problem." I smiled into his hair as I hugged him tighter.
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Carry On My Wayward Son. . . Don't you cry no more~