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1995

"Oh, look at you. You clean up good!" Sonny said walking into the room.

"Thank you. You know, uh... I've never actually been to one of these school dances before." Dean smiled, but his smile faded as he listened to what Sonny had to say next.

"Yeah. Look, about that, Dean, your old man's outside... and, man, he's really something. I tried to tell him what a big night it was for you, Dean, and ask him if he could come back later, but he just said to tell you he had a job, said you'd know what that means... You know, after I got out of jail, this place gave me a second chance, and it's done the same for you, too... So if you want, I'll stick my neck out for you, and I'll fight for you to stay."

And by the look on his face, Dean knew he wasn't bluffing. It had only been two months, but he felt a closeness and a love from Sonny that he never fully got from John.

Dean shifted back and forth. Of all nights for his dad to pop back up in his life, he had to choose this one. He'd promised Robin that he would take her to the school dance, even though he was completely clueless when it came to dancing. He couldn't just leave. But he couldn't stay. He had a family, yeah it was a crazy one, but it was his.

The Impala's horn honked him out of his thoughts. Dean tightened his jaw and lowered his gaze. It took everything in him not to start crying.

"Dean?"

"Yeah," Dean pulled himself together, "Yeah um." He knew John wasn't big on waiting around. He needed to make a decision. It was obvious wasn't it? He needed to leave. He needed to be there for Sammy.

"Sometimes you have to do what's right for you, Son." Sonny commented. It was torture watching the young boy struggle to decide his fate.

Dean gave a curt nod.

"Maybe he could come get you after this…job?" Sonny suggested.

Dean looked up, his eyes watery, that was exactly what he wanted. Sonny could see the approval of that plan written on Dean's face.

"Ok, I'll see what he says." Sonny left Dean alone in the room. He was starting to feel slightly hopeful. His family had been ok without him for this long, a few more weeks wouldn't hurt, and if it was a quick hunt it would only be a few days.

It didn't take long before Dean heard the booming voice of John Winchester drawing near. He could hear his father's heavy boots coming up the stairs.

"Dean. Dean Winchester," John said entering the communal boys room, "Dean pack up this instant. We're rolling out." John folded his arms across his chest and watched, as Dean stood motionless.

"You know how I feel about repeating an order."

"I don't think the boy is going with you Mr. Winchester." Sonny piped up as he entered the room on John's heels.

"Yeah, well 'the boy' is my son. And he will do as he is told. I've had enough of this disrespect. It's one thing that you got yourself in this mess in the first place. I hope you've learned something. But now, it's time to back to your responsibilities."

"No." Dean said in a whisper.

"What was that?" John asked.

"No, sir." Dean said a bit louder.

Sonny stood watching the exchange. John seemed genuinely surprised by Dean's "disobedience." He wondered if this was a first for Dean.

"Dean, I'm not asking you." John said, as if Dean simply needed some clarification.

Dean held his head a little higher and dared to look into his father's eyes, "I'm not going tonight. I've made a promise to someone, and I intend on keeping it. I will be happy to join you after you finish this next job."

John stood silent. He wasn't used to having his authority challenged by his oldest.

"He's welcome here until you return from your next engagement."

"Oh yeah?" John said turning to Sonny, "well my next job is one that Dean has a special interest in. It might take a while."

John looked over to Dean for his reaction. Dean knew exactly what he was talking about. His dad must have picked up a lead on the thing that killed his mom. He felt a pang of excitement mixed with worry.

"He's a bright boy, and I'm sure he's a great help in…the family business…but he also has special interests here. He's on his way to states in wrestling. He's got a girl that's sweet on him. He's a real help to the other boys."

John looked to his son with a look of pride, sorrow, and anger. Dean was doing what he should be doing. He had a normal teenage life. John was upset that it had been Sonny who had provided this environment for his boy, instead of him. Maybe it was time to let Dean go. He'd probably messed the boy up past fixing, but at least he knew Dean could take care of himself. John had noted the carving on the bedpost and the stash of salt nearby.

"Well it looks like you've made up your mind." John stated.

Dean nodded.

"I'll be back. When it's over." John didn't need to explain.

Another nod from Dean.

And just like that John walked out of the room and out of his son's life. For the better, he told himself. Now he just had to figure out what he would tell Sam.

SPN

Castiel paced the hallway of the Heavenly prison. It was his assigned time for patrol. He didn't especially enjoy the assignment but it was what needed to be done.

"Excuse me," came the voice of a prisoner.

Castiel stopped in front of the angel's cell.

"I know you have no reason to trust me brother," said the angel. Castiel cringed at the use of the word brother. He wanted no relation between him and the rebellious angel Gadreel. "But I have information that I know would benefit you."

"What could you possibly know that I do not already know?" Castiel asked.

"I know about the Winchesters."

"As do I," Castiel said, growing tired of the exchange, "who in Heaven does not know of their role?"

"Yes but I know of a way to stop it all from happening."

"Stop what from happening?"

"Lucifer rising, the apocalypse, death, carnage, loss."

"It must happen. It's the plan." Castiel didn't understand why Gadreel would want to change God's plan.

"Brother, I was once God's most trusted angel."

"I know," Castiel cut in, "and then you betrayed him." Castiel started to walk away.

"And you will too."

"No. I would never."

"Castiel, I was trusted with much more information than you can imagine. I know things you could not even fathom. And I know how many many terrible things can be avoided. I am not evil. All I want to do is save the world from the impending devastation."

Castiel looked down at the prisoner. It was crazy to even think about believing the angel. Yet, there was something inside of him, a little piece of his grace that yearned for more information.

"How?"

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