A/N: I can claim no rights over the supernatural characters only my own characters. This story hasn't been beta'd so mistakes my appear that I have missed. If certain phrases don't really make much sense to any of the American audience, I do apologise, but I am british so I may slip and use different terms and phrases however hard I try to use the American term. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and con-crit is welcome :)

Los Angeles, California: 1996

Dean was curled on his bed as he looked over his notes for the test the next day. So they didn't expect Dean to do well, but that didn't stop him trying. Here was the guy who during his high school freshman year in art class drew an exact replica of the impala that often dropped him off at school, hood up and the innards were in such detail that it could have been a photograph were it not for the perfectly written and correctly placed annotations describing every inch of the car. He'd even managed to fit on the A2 sheet of crisp white paper, the advantages and disadvantages of every aspect of the car.

"You know Genghis Khan and Attila won't come up right?" This statement from the boy next to him made Dean sigh. Of course he knew that, but it didn't mean he had to like it.

"Yup. I'm pretty sure that's why Mr Walker hates me. I prefer those guys over the Civil War." Dean shrugged; it wasn't like he cared anyway. It was only history and seriously if you could stay awake in that class then you deserved a medal.

"Judging by your sleeping habits he might be a tiny bit pissed, but you know sleeping while have drool sliding down your chin is pretty funny." The blue eyed boy wonder chuckled patting the top of Dean's thigh suggestively.

"Dude we gotta revise." Dean gulped and the boy took that as a win for now. For once they got more than 5 minutes of studying done before the inevitable screaming like alley cats began. Normally he'd shut it out, but with a test the next day, it was easier said than done.

"Fuck this and fuck them! Seriously someone has a test tomorrow!" Dean yelled slamming his palm against his wall that just so happened to back onto Sam's own lilac room wall…yeah the less said about that the better.

"I'd rather fuck you."

"Seriously Cas, for someone who's supposed to be such an innocent boy of religion, you have a one track mind." Dean laughed. As much as he complained about it, he also loved knowing that he had this effect on him.

"Not what you were saying last night." Castiel commented. Dean shook his head and leaned into his boyfriend, laying his aching head onto his shoulder.

"Anyone ever tell you, you talk too much?" Dean mumbled. Seriously, the civil war always gave him a headache.

"You know how to shut me up, Dean." Cas laughed. That sound was almost like a mantra to the eldest Winchester boy.

"Don't tempt me." Dean replied in a dangerously low voice that Cas understood to be one of something akin to lust.

"'I can resist everything except temptation' how about you?" Cas quoted, he knew Dean's odd little soft spot for everything Oscar Wilde. The boy was far too cultured for his tender age of seventeen. Dean didn't answer verbally; it was hard to do when he was attached, perhaps permanently, to the soft curve of his boyfriend's lips. Just as the need for oxygen became too much (he wasn't all that into oxygen deprivation anyway) his bedroom door flew open slamming against the calming blue of his bedroom walls.

"Deeeaaaan!" Whined the unstoppable, bouncing force of nature that was his sister, who now stood looking innocent in the doorway.

"What do you want Kit?" Dean groaned as he turned to face his sister who had rather rudely interrupted him and Cas. She looked so innocent, but underneath that sweet exterior, she was a little horror.

"Where's your Final Doom game?" Katherine Winchester asked with her usual grin. Dean shook his head, that game had been a Christmas present for him, but it seemed his sister got more use out of it than he did, but oh well his hands were usually otherwise occupied.

"If it's not in the console bag, it's at Uncle Bobby's." Dean answered, trying to get rid of his sister. She was lucky, her room was on the other side of the house and as such, she never heard much of what her older brother was up to, unfortunately that meant that Sam would claim sanctuary in her room and thus the fights began.

"Thanks bro." She grinned running off without closing the door behind her. She was such a guy really, that it never ceased to amuse him.

"She'd totally get on with Loki." Cas laughed as he referred to the Norse God who was infamous for being a trickster.

"I swear she's the human equivalent of that guy." Dean agreed as the two boys ended up studying again, the mood suitably ruined by Dean's sister.

Los Angeles, California: 1997

Dean was now eighteen and due to graduate in three months, but first he not only had Prom to worry about, he had some business to attend to beforehand that could make his world turn upside down. Sure his sister – and by default his brother – knew about his sexuality, but his dad didn't. That would be the hardest thing he could do, he had to come out to his dad. He remembered the day Cas came to school after telling his parents, and well even though he wouldn't say what happened, the limp and the black eye told a story all of their own. It was a Sunday and that meant that if this went tits up, then Dean could seek refuge at his friend's place. He did actually mean friend and not his boyfriend who was now considering moving out of California. He didn't want the boy he loved to see him in a state; he couldn't do that to him. The college was in Illinois and Dean couldn't afford to leave California, he just couldn't. With all that playing on his mind, he didn't hear his name spoken. He was out of the loop of things and it was strange for him to be so out of touch with his world that he wondered if he was finally losing his mind.

"Dean? Did you hear a word I just said?" John asked his eldest, frustration evident in his voice.

"No, I was just thinking." Dean admitted, it always shocked John, how honest the kid was with him. Dean looked at his dad and took a deep breath, something told him it was now or never. He'd been looking for the most opportune moment and now here it was; now he had the perfect chance to tell his dad, he had to take it.

"Dad? There's something…" He started, but was cut off hearing the yells of his younger siblings that had the family dog running for cover. He'd never get his time to tell them at this rate! Quite honestly, John didn't give a damn what the fight was about this time, if it wasn't Sam borrowing something of Kate's or Kate waking Sam up then it was something else entirely.

"Will you two shut up? Your brother wants to say something!" John snapped glaring menacingly at his youngest children. They soon fell silent, as much as they liked a good fight, they both knew it wasn't worth angering their father, besides they all had an idea what it was that Dean had to say. John calmed himself and watched as a calming sensation fell upon his two most volatile children, it was at that moment Dean knew he had to finish what he had set out to do, even if he did feel like running away and be damned if he needed the car to do that, he was fast enough without it. He stood up making sure he was near a door and began pacing as he tried to form the words. The loaded comments over the past year had been irritating and he had to make sure they stopped and this was all he could think of, okay so they wouldn't completely stop, but at least they wouldn't rumble his secret.

"I...I'm still me right? I haven't changed and I don't want to change. There's something…I don't know how to explain it, but I'm gay." Dean blurted, his words came out in a flurry that matched his disjointed thoughts as he tried to prepare for an onslaught that he'd have to run from, it was all he expected after talking to Cas about his own experiences, in fact it was a surprise that the religious freak of a father that had hurt the innocent boy for who he dared to fall in love with hadn't made Cas move schools, cut all contact with Dean and marry some girl who could never capture the blue eyed boy wonder's heart. Instead he got laughter and smiles, he knew his siblings knew, they'd been the first people he'd told, well after Cas of course.

"I know. Dean, we all know. And you have a boyfriend who you keep trying to fool us into believing is just a friend." John chuckled shaking his head; this boy was going to give him grey hairs.

"What? You know…? How?" Dean gasped, he hadn't expected his family to already know, well his dad anyway and he doubted his siblings would have said anything to him about it.

"You weren't exactly subtle, Dean. Besides watching movies with you and you stare not so subtly at the guys instead of the girls. Although thanks for changing my worries about you. Instead of just worrying about your dick, I have to worry about all the other dicks." John chuckled, he was fine with it and honestly as long as his son was happy, who was he to argue? Usually the first, but this wasn't about staying up an hour later than was decent, this was about who his son was and who cares if the boy is attracted to men.