Family Reunion

Chapter 1: Difficulties

John was having difficulties. He had come back to his boys a little too late. They were grown up now, in their own relationships, living their own lives. But John was proud of them because Dean and Sam had stuck together, through it all, never abandoned each other. Or if they did, they always came crawling back. Why? Because they were family. And John was just glad to be a part of this family once more. But he was still having difficulties.

He had come back around dinner, showing up at Bobby's place. It hadn't been all too much of a surprise. His two boys had already known he would be coming 2 weeks in advance. But you still couldn't fake the priceless looks on their faces, the hugs that seemed to last for hours. They had changed. A lot. For one thing, Sammy was acting like more of an adult, and he seemed stronger and more capable as well. And Dean, well it seemed like he had gotten softer. In a good way mostly, but also in a way that John just could not accept. Not yet anyway. He wanted to ease back into their lives, give it time, but it looked like he wasn't getting what he wanted.

So there he sat. All five of them were gathered around the small table, eating and talking happily. John frequently looked over at the angel, who he had only met an hour before. He was strange and something about him was unsettling. But that wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. The way Dean looked over at this so called angel, whose name was Catel or something, gave him a little too much information on how much his eldest had really changed during his unexpected absence. And what even made it all worse, if possible, was that the angel gave his son the same looks. Looks of love and affection across the table. John looked away in disgust. He had seen enough to last him a lifetime.

He had been introduced to the angel by Dean, who had put an arm around him which John stupidly thought was nothing at first, until he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He swore, the way the angel looked at his son, like he was imagining all the things to wanted to do with him, do to him, made him want to crush his bones and throw them in hell. But he could easily tell that as long as his son was around, the angel wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Neither of them had had time for much discussion yet, but tomorrow him and Dean would have a nice long talk about his little angel friend. He could not say boyfriend, it would only make him gag.

Sam acted completely normal when it came to their relationship. It was clear that the angel was a friend to him as well, and he labeled it as completely normal, the fact that his older brother was dating an angel, a male angel. John just stared at him wanted to strangle him and his entire family. How much had he really missed? Was this all just some sort of joke? Or did his son secretly like men now? What was so special about this angel? What could he give him that a girl couldn't? John was determined to find out exactly what made this angel tick.

The angel was relatively nice to him, he just didn't talk much was all. And how could he when he was so busy concentrating on staring at his son with divine love every single little chance he could get. But John still didn't trust him, didn't know enough about him to trust any part of him. Sam had told him in the brief minutes before dinner that they had been together for seven months. Seven months! Since when did Dean ever hold a relationship that long? And then Sam had said, "He's happy, Dad." and walked away. Since when did that change a damn thing? One thing was for sure, this family reunion was getting stranger and stranger by the second.

So here he was, sitting at a table with his gay son, an angel, and the rest of his dysfunctional family, both in blood and in bond. And John was still having difficulties.

To be continued shortly...