Hello dear readers! OK I need to apologize to my homie, Mysterious Shadow cuz I said my next story was going to be about one of the boys being in law enforcement as suggested. Unfortunately, I had a terrible case of writer's block and when I started outlining the fic my mind was completely blank. I finally came up with this. I hope you guys like it.

Key West, Florida

Fifteen year old soon to be high school sophomore, Gabriel Singer breathed hard as he jogged home. He bent down and wiped the perspiration from his brow before opening the tall iron gate which surrounded Mastic Trailer Park. The Singer family's abode was situated within the mobile home park. Castiel, his seventeen year old brother was going to kick his sweet ass this afternoon. Gabriel was late from making deliveries for their mother's new pie business. The only car the family possessed was their dad, Deputy Bobby Singer's rusty bronco. He used it for work purposes. So that left Gabe's feet as his sole mode of transportation for his deliveries.

The family was going through a rough economic crisis at the moment. Their mother, Amelia was fired from her job of six years at the Key West Aquarium. Bobby was forced to take a drastic pay cut. Thankfully, Amelia was an excellent baker. She came up with the idea to create her grandma Hester's key lime pie and sell it to the public. At first she used her fellow Sunday church goers as guinea pigs. The people were hooked and word rapidly spread.

Now the Singers didn't have to fret over buying all of their three offspring new clothes and supplies for the new school year which was scheduled to commence in two days. Castiel and Gabriel being the oldest helped their mother with her baking business. Besides baking the aforementioned pies, Amelia created heavenly lemon drop cookies and chocolate covered key lime pie on a stick. The trailer park kids flocked the Singers' place to purchase the latter treat on hot and humid summer days.

Gabriel stuffed his mouth with a Snickers ice cream bar as he unlocked the trailer's front door. He finished it off in two bites and shoved the wrapper inside one of his cargo shorts' pocket. Castiel waited for him in the kitchen entrance with his arms crossed. "What took you so long?"

"Chill big brother. I had to walk almost a mile." Gabe breathed in deeply.

Castiel scowled and walked over to where his brother panted heavily. Gabriel held on to the kitchen counter. "I told you to stop eating junk food."

Gabe inwardly cringed. "I did. It's been an entire week since I ate any candy."

Cas wiped a smear of melted chocolate from the corner of his brother's lower lip. He wiped it on the short boy's red Old Navy t-shirt. "How did you end up with chocolate on your face? You tripped and landed on a discarded chocolate bar?"

"Sue me! Cassie, I'm so weak. You know I have a big ass sweet tooth." Gabriel gave him sad puppy eyes.

"You've gained seventeen pounds during summer vacation. Gabriel, I'm worried about your health." Castiel angrily wiped the counter with a Clorox cloth. "Heart disease runs in mom's family. I already worry about her obesity. Now I have to deal with yours."

"I am not fat! I'm pleasantly plump!" Gabriel huffed.

"You are 5'4 and weigh 180 pounds! Sorry to tell you but you're overweight."

"OK… stop rubbing it in Dr. Oz!"

"I'm just looking out for you Gabe. Promise me you're going to start a diet on Monday. You can join me during my morning jogs."

Gabriel rolled his light amber eyes. "Fine, I'll wake up at the crack ass of dawn to jog with you. There are you happy now?"

"Yes" Castiel gave his brother half a smile. "Help me box six pies for the Winchester white party. One of their sons is picking the order up any moment now."

Gabriel sighed. "Those Winchesters are lucky as hell bastards. Must be nice being one of the richest families in Key West."

Castiel shrugged his shoulders as he neatly wrapped a pink string on one of the pie boxes. "Many rich families hide a multitude of skeletons in their closets. I'm happy and grateful for what we have and you should feel the same way."

"Come on, Cassie. Wouldn't you want to drive your own car to school? We get blisters and corns on our feet due to walking all over the place." Gabriel piled one box on top of a sealed one.

"Walking is good for you, mister."

The loud engine of a 1967 Chevy Impala was heard outside of their trailer home. "That's probably Mister Moneybags himself," Gabe stated as he headed to open the door.

Seventeen year old Dean Winchester turned off his baby's engine. He turned to glance at his on and off again girlfriend Lisa Braeden. Her family went way back with the Winchesters. Their parents dreamt of Dean and Lisa getting married after they graduate from college. Lisa gagged.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"Being in the proximity of so many trailers is making me nauseous. Please hurry up," Lisa said as she covered her new nose with a handkerchief. For her sweet sixteen her father presented Lisa with a visit to a well-known plastic surgeon.

"You can be such a fucking drama queen." Dean rolled his eyes before exiting the shiny black muscle car.

"When you're fucking me it doesn't bother you." Lisa grinned. "Hurry up, Dean. I have a hair appointment in half an hour."

Fucking spoiled bitch. Dean smiled as he travelled down the short pebbled path that led to the Singers' trailer. Two garden gnomes: one male and one female stood sentry on the freshly mowed lawn. A batch of small purple flowers decorated the front windowsills. The trailer itself resembled a white wooden house. Dean liked the trailer's exterior.

He was about to knock on the metal door, when it was opened by a short and chubby kid. "Hi, I'm here to pick up the Winchester order." Dean grinned at the boy.

"Yeah, come on in," the boy said cheerfully.

Dean followed him inside the trailer. "This place is deceptive. It's actually pretty big on the inside."

Castiel left the kitchen and entered the cozy living room carrying three pie boxes. "Sorry it doesn't live up to your standards. Not all of us have the luxury of living in a two story house surrounded by a white picket fence."

Dean's cheeks turned beet red. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to sound condescending. Your home actually feels like one. That's all I meant to say."

Castiel nodded. "Sorry for jumping at your throat."

"Here you can take these to your car. I'll get the rest." Their fingers touched as the boxes were exchanged. Electricity raced up Cas' and Dean's arms. Dean's emerald eyes widened. Both teens had never experienced anything like this before. Dean's shocked eyes landed on Castiel's electric blue orbs. The teens held a staring contest that was interrupted by Gabe, who brought his older brother the other pies.

Dean cleared his throat and waited for Gabriel to open the door for him. The Winchester opened the back door on the passenger side and placed his boxes carefully on the leather seat. "Took you long enough," Lisa hissed.

Castiel walked to the car and handed Dean the remaining boxes. This time Dean went out of his way not to have any physical contact with the Singer boy. He felt uncomfortable to say the least. Cas handed him the receipt for the pies. Dean handed him a check for $120.00. "Thanks, man. Your mom makes a wicked pie." Dean waved at the teen and got in the car.

Cas remained standing by the passenger side. Lisa ignored him on purpose. After Dean buckled his seatbelt, she gave him hand sanitizer. "In case you caught something in there." She frowned as she gazed at the trailer home.

Castiel narrowed his eyes at the spoiled princess. Lisa Braeden always made fun of him since kindergarten. The selfish brat also mocked Amelia for being overweight. She was the one, who came up with calling her Roseanne Barr. Dean didn't seem so bad. What the hell did he see in the insipid girl? Cas slightly shook his head. The Impala soon drove away leaving a cloud of dirt in the air.

Gabriel and Castiel prepared Hamburger Helper for dinner. Their parents and six year old brother, Alfie went to the Target in Marathon to purchase the boy's school supplies. An hour later, a loud car horn was heard. Gabe and Cas ran outside. Their parents and baby brother stood adjacent a royal blue 6 Speed Derailleur Double Rider Bike. Bobby and Amelia sported beaming smiles. Even Alfie was excited for the present. "Surprise!"

Castiel and Gabriel looked at each other. "Don't just stand there! Come and see your new bike!" Amelia yelled at her oldest children. "Now you have a ride to school."

"You're kidding right?" Castiel asked. "Who are we the Wright Brothers?"

Amelia's wide smile disappeared. "You don't like it?"

"Mother, we're already outcasts at school. Can you imagine what the other students are going to say when they see us pull up in a double bike?" Castiel cringed at the thought.

"I got it for free, you ungrateful punk!" Bobby bellowed. "It was impounded at a marijuana bust last week. I thought you two runts would appreciate having transportation for school." He scowled at the two adolescent ingrates. "Aren't you complaining all the time about having blisters on your damn feet?" He referred to Gabriel.

"I guess we can ride the bikes to school on Monday," Gabe relented.

Castiel didn't want to seem ungrateful. "Thanks, dad" He gave his dad one of his Mona Lisa smiles.

"Ooh let's get on it and ride it around the park!" Gabriel clapped his hands. Castiel wasn't too excited but got on the front seat. He waited for Gabriel to get in the back. As soon as the fifteen year old hopped abruptly on the bike, the front end rose a couple of inches in the air. Castiel held on to the handle bars.

"Oopsie," Gabe said.

"My book bag will balance us out," Castiel stated as he turned his head back. "You see another reason for you to start losing weight."

"Bite me, Cas! I just jumped hard on the bike." Gabriel got off and the bicycle's front end returned to the ground. He got on it gingerly this time and the balance didn't shift. He stuck his tongue out at his older brother.

"Good thing about riding a bike to and from school is that you will lose weight this way." The two Singers rode the bike for ten minutes around the trailer park. They waved at a few of their neighbors, who called their names.

Later that evening, Dean Winchester was bored to death. Lisa danced with her best friends, Ruby and Meg while he drank Pepsi with a couple of his friends from the football team. His mother's annual White Party which was an AIDS fundraiser gathered its biggest crowd yet. Dean hated how Mary spent most of her time organizing these events. She tended to ignore him and his fifteen year old brother Sam most of the time. Their father, John was always away on business. He never spoke to his sons about what kind of business he was in.

Dean leaned against the bar. He shook his head at his parents. They were natural born actors. Behind closed doors, John and Mary Winchester were constantly on each other's throats. Dean discovered recently that John kept a mistress, who gave birth to his son. The kid must be two years younger than Sam. Dean heard Mary reveled in having affairs with pool boys at the country club. Now the golden couple basked in the limelight dressed in designer outfits; making the guests think they were crazy about each other. Dean couldn't stomach seeing his parents being such fake hypocrites. He scurried out of the huge white tent the party was being held in their vast manicured backyard. Dean entered the industrial kitchen and cut himself a large and thick slice of key lime pie.

As he sat on his king size bed listening to Led Zeppelin, he placed a huge spoonful of the sweet and tangy treat inside his welcoming mouth. He moaned in ecstasy. A pair of electric blue eyes, pink lips and crazy bed hair popped in his head. Dean remembered feeling electricity brush through his fingers and up his arms. He didn't like that one bit. Fortunately, he and the Singer kid didn't cross paths at school. He probably wouldn't bump into the intense teen during their senior year. Next time they ordered pies from them, Dean would make sure to have Sammy be the one to go and get them.

Meanwhile, Castiel finally fell asleep after tossing and turning in his twin size bed. He shared a small bedroom with Gabriel, who snored like a bulldozer. Sometimes Cas felt like stuffing a sweaty sock inside his brother's opened mouth. Castiel usually threw a rubber ball at the slumbering teen and this would cause him to lay in a fetal position and stop snoring. Tonight was no exception. Gabe's snoring was so loud; the sky blue drapes situated next to his bed, practically swayed as if caught in a breeze.

Castiel hadn't told his parents because he didn't want to worry them but he'd been experiencing horrible migraines for the last three weeks. He blamed stress over his upcoming senior year for causing them. Castiel needed to maintain his 3.5 GPA in order to get a college scholarship. His parents couldn't afford to pay for books not to mention boarding and tuition.

Cas dreamed of a dark and isolated swamp area. It seemed familiar to him but he wasn't able to pinpoint the location. A teenage couple is fooling around on the grassy area. The boy starts getting rough with his date. The girl tries shoving him off but his grip on her pale arms intensifies. Castiel wants to run towards them and help the girl. All he sees is dark wavy hair.

The boy bites the girl hard on the neck. She screams for help. Castiel witnesses in despair as the male carries the female's lifeless body to the swamp water. He dumps her body inside and stands to watch an alligator eat her corpse. Castiel wakes up from the terrifying nightmare in a cold sweat. His sheets are drenched. His body continues shivering. He'd never had such a realistic nightmare. Castiel's migraine intensified.

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