A/N A short story; I wrote this on tumblr and decided I'd put it up on here just because. This is because I'd like to think there still is a soul in Castiel - not hundreds.
"Hey Sam, how was school today?" John Winchester looked up from his journal to see Sam, his son, walk in with a huge grin on his face.
"Daddy, you'll never believe it, but Dean has a boyfriend."
"Shut up, Sam." Dean came in right after Sam, slamming his bag on the counter.
John just stared at his oldest son, his eyes narrowing. "Boyfriend? As in… you're going out with another guy?"
"He's not my boyfriend." Dean muttered, continuing to slam various food items around.
"Yes he is!" Sam whipped his head around back to John, his smile even bigger if that was possible, "Dean kissed him!"
"I said shut up, Sam!" Dean grabbed Sam's collar, pulling him right up next to him.
"Hey! Enough!" John yelled, and Dean let go. "Dean?"
Dean pursed his lips, looking away from John's face as to hide his shame. "He said he was God. He said that he knew me and he had come to apologize for loving me. That he'd never see me again, dad."
"What was his name?" John whispered.
"Castiel."