Disclaimer: The characters of SPN do not belong to me. Neither do the characters of Teen Wolf. I don't know why I'm starting this, since it's a WIP. But I can't help it. Sigh, the curse of being a writer. So, Dean is a teen dad. And the mother left. Dean works with Bobby and John at their auto shop. Cas, running away from his homophobic family stops in to get his car fixed. That's how they meet. I don't even know where I got the idea. Just Dean with a baby. Ugh, lol. I hope I'll finish it. It's Destiel, so it's a good chance.

Bet My Heart

By Julia

Cas pulled his car into Singer-Winchester Auto. It was in a small town, called Gatlin, in one of the Carolinas. He'd come all the way from New York, Albany. His parents didn't accept him being gay. Cas had come out, and they'd kicked him out. He'd grabbed what he could, and got so far before his oil needed changed. He was grabbing his phone and moving to go inside when he caught the glimpse of this gorgeous boy, maybe a bit older than Cas, climbing out of a very old car, and he was holding a beautiful toddler. She had curly black hair, and bright green eyes. She was calling the boy "Daddy." Cas' mouth fell open at the thought. The boy had green eyes and dark brown hair. A somewhat three o'clock shadow. He was so hot.

Trying not to drool, he headed across the hot asphalt to go inside. Cas really didn't know what to say to the Adonis should he have to speak to them. He was just drop dead gorgeous and Cas had come out just a couple of weeks ago. And now he was letting himself appreciate boys. Once he got inside, the hot guy was looking at this huge book and the toddler sat on the counter jabbering yo an older but ruggedly gorgeous man, calling him Grandpa. Cas' eyes widened. This must be the Adonis' father. Cas cleared his throat, keys and phone in hand. They both turned to look at him. "Um, I'm driving a Chevy, I need an oil change." His accent probably sounded weird to them, he was sure. Cas brushed some of his black hair out of his eyes. He was letting it grow now that he was on his own. He was scared, but he was glad that he'd done what he'd done. Cas needed to be on his own. The best part was that they couldn't take his trust fund from him. Cas could support himself, even if he didn't want to use their money. He really didn't have much choice. "It's the blue G6 outside." He could feel himself blushing as he spoke. The boy's overalls said "Dean". He had a name.

Dean looked at the other boy. Dean was a new 18, so he wasn't exactly a man, but this one had the look of being younger than Dean himself was. Dean turned to face him. The guy was gorgeous. A lot of black hair that was falling over his forehead and gorgeous blue eyes. Dean had recently started to have sexual feelings about guys. At first, he'd done the panic thing. Then he'd decided to see what that was all about. Dean hadn't been with anyone since Belle's mom. Who they didn't even talk about. Belle had been six months old when she'd left. Dean was holding a lot of anger in about that. Belle didn't remember her, Dean was sure. "We can help you. You give me the keys and I'll get it up, we're actually slow today. Gatlin is kind of small." Dean's slow drawl was sure to sound odd to the guy, who had an accent Dean was sure was from New York. He'd never wanted to go. He liked Gatlin just fine. He was a very simple man. Dean knew that even 2 years later, they were talking about Dean getting that girl from Away pregnant, and then the girl leaving and Dean having to get his GED. But everyone in town loved his baby girl. And Dean was a very protective father. His green eyes watched Cas' eyes slide over the toddler, and he had to stop himself from jumping him, hot or not. "You can hang out for a bit?"

He didn't miss the look Dean gave him as he glanced at the little girl. Cas supposed that he got that. It was dangerous these days. He handed his keys over. "It's okay, other than that, I keep her working." Cas couldn't stop looking into those gorgeous eyes. They were so deeply green and he couldn't breathe, they were that beautiful. "I'm Castiel. Everyone calls me Cas." He said, offering his hand. The gorgeous boy shook his hand. In all of Cas' sixteen years, he'd never seen someone so devastatingly handsome. It was hard not to stare, it really and truly was.

Looking at the outstretched hand, Dean wondered what he was going to say. He did shake his hand though. "Um, okay." He said, and his gaze moved to his father. John looked back at him with a look that told him with a look that told him Belle was going to be fine. Dean's baby brother Sam was 14 and he was spending his summer with some of his nerdy friends. Dean met the eyes of Ash, this other mechanic, and he waggled his eyebrows at Dean. Ash, (whose last name they did not know) gave Dean a grin as well. He was the only one Dean had told about his sexual pull towards men. It was something Dean was afraid to tell his dad and Bobby.

Watching the exchange, and then Cas seeing the at least three years older than Dean man walk away gave Cas jealous feelings. He was insane! He had just met Dean. He had no claim on him. Cas couldn't help but feel it deep in his gut though. Cas sighed as Dean moved out to go work on his car. He stood there, a lot nervously. Ash walked up to him. Cas looked at him. His ears were kind of ringing when Ash, as his nametag suggested, asked him if he was jonesing on Dean. After Cas adjusted to the old terminology, was kind of speechless. "Um…. how did you know that I'm… that I'm gay?" Cas asked, the words coming out slowly as he was stunned.

Ash looked at the kid. Ash was 23, and he was far too old for Castiel himself. But Cas was just the right age for Dean. Who had clearly thought that Cas was hot as well. Ash sized him up. He was one, gay, and it was obvious to Ash, and two, a virgin gay on top of it. The perfect first boyfriend for Dean. Ash was of the mind that Dean was going to come out as gay eventually. This guy might even be the one to get him to do so. As small as Gatlin was, Ash was into guys as well as girls, and so far it was more about why no one knew his last name, and that he was from Away. It was always pronounced that way, with the A capitalized. "I know things." Was what he said to Castiel.

This was just a bit unsettling. Cas had to think hard about that. If he should do something about being too gay. It could be dangerous. He brushed his hand over his black hair. He found himself asking, "Do I… do I need to worry about that? Are there…" He didn't want to use the redneck word. It might offend Ash. "People who will object? I kind of have to stick around for a bit." Mostly because he didn't have a real plan and he wanted to have at least a small semblance of a plan. Cas did have a room at the town's only hotel reserved. This definitely wasn't a tourist trap.

"No, they'll be more concerned about the fact that you're Yankee and from Away." Ash told him, shrugging a shoulder. He looked into those blue eyes. "I'm Ash. I'm bisexual, and let me tell you, if you don't have a thick skin, you won't be able to handle being here. And Dean is into guys, so if you don't give up you might get somewhere." Ash turned to look at John. "I gotta go pick up your kid from school, John. I'll be back in a few." John's wife had died when Dean's younger brother was a baby. Scuttlebutt in town was she'd been murdered by the man she'd been cheating on John with. Ash had never joined in, because it was cruel to the boys.

John nodded. "Make sure he's got his homework. Last time he didn't and got suspended. It's like he's trying to give me a heart attack." Which was very very funny because he was in great shape. He reached to grab Belle before she overturned a pile of papers. "Tell Bobby to come and watch the counter if he's not busy, so I can watch Belle." The Dean getting his girlfriend pregnant thing had been the biggest scandal Gatlin had had in years. John had been ready to kill him. But as soon as that baby had been born, she was loved by everyone, and John was wrapped around her finger. John couldn't believe that her mother had left. Dean was still angry about it as well. John didn't blame him. But Dean's whole life revolved around Belle. John knew that Dean had gone out a few times, but nothing serious. John had to admit, he was worried about that. Dean's first girlfriend had left, but Dean had to move on. He knew how lonely Dean was. John eyed the boy who had come in. Maybe this kid would be the one to get Dean back out there for real. "It shouldn't take long, kiddo, for Dean to change your oil." He said, as Ash headed outside. Belle was peering at Cas from John's shoulder. He was holding her. "You can go get some coffee and a doughnut over there." He pointed towards the corner, some seats and a table was set up.

Cas thanked him nervously. Then he moved to get a cup of coffee. He could see Dean through a glass window. He was jacking up Cas' car. He was thinking about what Ash had said. Was Dean really attainable? Cas shouldn't even be entertaining the idea. He didn't even know what his plans were, and Dean had that adorable little girl. Cas was only sixteen, he wasn't ready to be a father. Or have sex with someone without being in love. He'd never even had sex before. He wasn't sure he was even ready. Cas stirred in some creamer and wondered if his family even cared he was gone.

Dean was draining the oil when Bobby came up to him. "What's up, Bobby?" Dean asked. Bobby Singer was Dean's father's best friend. He had helped raise Sam and Dean, was still doing so. Belle called him "Uncle Bobby." Dean looked at him. John had had some trouble adjusting to his son coming out, but Bobby hadn't. Dean had really appreciated Bobby accepting him like that. Dean was still really hurt over Justine taking off. The only sex he'd had since she left was with guys. Dean moved to get bottles of new oil while the old drained out. "You going to give me another lecture about dating?" He asked, his eyes rolling.

"You roll your eyes at me again boy and I'll smack 'em out of your head." Bobby told him. "You need to start dating again. I know that you want an actual relationship. John wasn't a monk, why should you be?" That's when Dean's little friend, a couple of years younger, but older than Sam, came walking up. His name was Scott. He was in that band Dean thought was going to get him somewhere. It's not that Dean wasn't talented, but he had Belle. That kind of limited his options. Bobby wasn't sure what to think about Scott McCall. "You better not distract him, Scooter." Bobby said, ignoring the protests of both of them. Scott was also bisexual, so that was something.

Scott, covered in tats all over his arms and a few on his legs, had longish curly black hair. His face, like Dean's, was a bit scruffy. He gave Bobby an uneasy look as he walked off. Dean looked at Scott. Scott had feelings for his best friend Stiles, but Dean Winchester was the hottest guy in Gatlin. Scott couldn't help but admire him. "You hear about…" He started to ask, and then saw the G6. "You got the new guy's car?" Scott cried out loud. Dean looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "He got here a couple of hours ago, Dean. It's all over school." Scott was kind of bummed Dean had his GED. Otherwise, he'd be finishing up this year. "What's he like?" Scott had grown up in Gatlin as well as the Winchesters.

Narrowing his gaze, Dean smirked at his bandmate. "You asking if he's into guys? Because don't act like you don't have feelings for Stiles." Dean moved to check the oil, it was almost time to put the new in. He leaned against the wall by the car. "Forget it. I'm not going to talk to you about the new guy." Dean was trying not to blush, he was sure that Scott would see through his facade and saw that Dean thought Castiel was gorgeous. Scott may be younger, but he was kind of observant sometimes. "Did you get us a gig? Out of Gatlin, maybe?" He asked hopefully. Not that there was much outside Gatlin without a ride.

Eying his friend carefully, Scott wasn't sure if he should press him about the new guy. There was something Dean was hiding. Scott brushed his hand through his curls. He was half Latino. All the girls at Stonewall Jackson High thought he was drop your panties gorgeous. Scott shrugged one shoulder. "There's this party Friday night at Lydia's." Lydia was Lydia Martin, one of the most popular girls in school. Scott knew that she only invited the band to play because of Dean, and his fake ID. Scott knew that even with Dean being a single dad dropout, he was still the most popular guy in Gatlin. Scott had to admit that he was jealous.

Dean moved to start changing in the new oil on Castiel's car. "You know she only asks us to play because this town loves to gossip about me." He rolled his eyes. He'd slid underneath to get the pans out of the way. Now, he moved to put in the new oil. "I don't want to ask Dad to keep an eye on Belle for a fucking Lydia Martin party." Dean's tone was final. Dean didn't want to play at her party. And it wasn't because he was legally an adult now. Dean just didn't like her. All of the age appropriate girls in Gatlin hit on Dean, and she was one of them. Dean had no desire for any girl, especially a high school one.

"Dean, you've got to stop hating her. Do you really want to throw away the cash she gives us for playing?" Scott's mom was just as strapped for cash. She was a nurse at the only hospital in town, but it didn't pay super well. Scott wasn't sure where the Martins' money came from but Lydia could afford to have their band play anytime she needed them. "Some of us, including you, need that money." Dean sang lead and played guitar, Scott played bass and sang backup. Ash was their drums player. They were actually pretty good. Dean had only ever thought of his voice unseriously till he had happened to play with Scott one day. Scott was glad that he had, honestly.

Sighing, Dean poured oil into the G6. "Scott, I know that you want to play that party. But you know how Lydia is. She's always trying to flirt with me. And I know it's not just for sex. Do you think I want Lydia Martin as my daughter's stepmother?!" Dean asked, glancing at him as he got the last bottle of oil. "I know you hate when I say this, but you're still a kid. Yeah, in some ways I am too, but mostly I'm not. I have a beautiful two year old daughter. Her needs have to come before my needs." This was the same talk they had every time Lydia came up.

This is when Sam, Dean's younger brother, and his friend Jo Harvelle came running by, Ash was following them, vaping. It was pot, no one thought to check, even the small police force. Dean glanced at Ash. "If Dad sees you with that, you better tell him you waited till you got back. Ellen will kill you too." Dean didn't say too much about it, because he too, liked to smoke. Most of the population of Gatlin did. Dean just wasn't sure he wanted Ash to do it with Sam and Jo in the car. He kept his gaze on the car as he spoke next. "You may be our Boo Radley, but Ellen and Dad will still tan your hide." He closed up Castiel's car, and wiped his hands.

"You know I don't with the kids in the car, Dean. Hey, Scoot." Ash said, tapping the younger boy on the arm. "Ya'll are discussing band stuff?" He asked, his gaze falling on Sam and Jo, camped out in the seating area, making Cas uncomfortable. Ash was curious about him, and it wasn't just because he was the first new person in months. Several months. It was because Cas was gay and from Away. Ash was sure that he knew that the town was going to care more about the Away and Yankee part. Ash turned his gaze back to his bandmates. "Because if this is about Lydia's party, Scott stop trying to talk Dean into giving up his ideals."

Dean shook his head. "I've got to move this car and charge the new guy. I am not playing a Lydia Martin party." He went to take the car off the jack and moved it back outside to the parking space. Dean sat in it for a moment. He drove John's '67 Impala. This car was nice. And Cas was clearly a runaway. So how could he afford this car? Or was it stolen? Dean also was being haunted by those blue eyes. They were the color of the sky. Dean hadn't seen eyes that gorgeous in his 18 years on the planet. He moved to get out, looking over the deep blue point. Then he went inside, finding Cas at the counter, waiting for him. Dean wondered what that meant exactly.

When Cas saw Dean walking up his belly was full of butterflies. "I take it you're all done with my car?" He asked. When Dean nodded and moved to the register, Cas' hair had fallen over his eyes again. He didn't move it. His blue eyes met Dean's green ones. Cas didn't know what to say. He pulled out his wallet as Dean told him the total. Cas handed him some cash. He would have to hit up an ATM soon. Cas didn't want to pay with his credit and debit cards everywhere. Cas handed him the change. "No, you keep it." Cas told him, and he knew better than to say that Dean most likely needed it.

Narrowing his gaze, Dean shook his head and pushed it back at Cas. "No. I know why you're trying to give it to me. You keep it." The change was at least 20 dollars and he should be taking it. But Dean was too proud for that. He cast his glance towards the kids, Belle was playing with Jo. Dean turned back to Cas. "I don't need your charity to take care of my daughter. I have been taking care of her for two years. She's mine and she goes without nothing." Dean was trying to keep the cruel tone out of his voice. Dean wasn't trying to be rude. He just didn't want Cas' money. "How old are you, anyway?" He finally asked.

That was the question Cas had been dreading. "Um, it doesn't matter, really." Cas said, and turned to go. That's when little arms wrapped around his legs. Cas looked down at Belle, wondering why the little girl was hugging him. Sam came up behind her, saying he was sorry. Cas' breath was coming in short gasps. Dean was a father. He shouldn't be pursuing anything with Dean. Cas mumbled something that it was okay with him as Sam leaned down to pick her up. Cas' eyes met those green ones, so like Dean's. What Cas was going to do if someone found out he ran away wasn't on his mind anymore. All he could think about was how much those eyes were like Dean's. "I'm Castiel." He said, and offered his hand to Sam, and then Belle, who was holding out her hands for Cas. He was surprised, kids didn't really take to him like that. "I can't hold you if your daddy doesn't say it's okay." Cas told her. His heart was pounding when Dean said it was okay. His hands shaking a bit, he took Belle from her uncle's arms and clutched her to his chest. Her tiny hands went around his neck. Cas hadn't ever had a toddler before. She was beautiful. More beautiful than any baby he had ever seen. Cas was looking back at her with his eyes just as wide as her green ones were. "You are just like your daddy." He said, his tone in awe. Cas knew that this little girl had him wrapped around her little finger already.

Dean was watching his daughter talk with animation to Cas, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott and Ash spying on Cas and Belle. It because Cas was new in town, and that was a novelty. Dean cast them a warning glance as they came into the main room of the shop. Dean's eyes met Ash's, and the older man gave a nod towards Bobby and John's office. It was an 'I want to talk' gesture. Dean took one more glance at Belle and Cas and then followed Ash. "What do you want, Ash?" Dean asked, folding his arms. He was getting worried this was about Cas.

Sizing Dean up, Ash pulled out his vape pen. "You are going to tell me you didn't notice that Cas is very hot?" He asked, as Dean rolled his eyes. "I not telling you to go for it. What I am telling you is, that kid out there… he could be good for you. You know that you haven't been serious with anyone since Justine left. And I'm not saying that's a bad thing. But Dean… you know that you feel attracted to him. You know that. You never let anyone hold Belle. And you know it. Dean… I've been worried about you. And you can't use me for sex anymore. Because I'm not into you like that, and you aren't with me. It's time."

This was surprising to Dean. That Ash was ending their friends with benefits situation. "You can do this, end things, it's fine. We'll be friends even without the fucking. But if you're doing this to free me up for Castiel… it's not going to happen. Do you hear me? Because I'm not going to lie and tell you that I'm in love with you. I'm not. But I don't want ya'll trying to fix me up because I was attracted to him. You know I don't do that love at first sight thing. You… ya'll should remember how fixing me up with Benny went." Dean rolled his eyes. He was so angry that they had done that. He and Benny didn't even speak to each other anymore. Dean missed Benny. "Is this that, or are you and Garth a thing again?"

Ash puffed on his vape pen again. "No, I'm not with Garth, God, Dean. You didn't hear that he left town? They were closing in on his online… activities." Ash wasn't going to elaborate because one, it wasn't his place to tell Dean what Garth had been up to. "So, he headed off somewhere about a week ago. You… I can't believe that you didn't hear about it." It was all they could talk about at the Tastee Queen, Gatlin's answer to Dairy Queen. It was too small for most franchises. He met Dean's eye. "I can't apologize enough for the whole Benny thing." Ash didn't add that he'd slept with Benny a lot and he talked about Dean. Dean and Benny weren't a good match. "I just don't think that we should bang."

His eyes took in Ash, accepting the vape pen an puffing. He wouldn't get high with Belle being there, but he could get a bit of a buzz. He went to hand it back. He wasn't sure what Ash was up to and he wasn't sure that he liked that. Ash was a very unpredictable person, and Dean thought it was a good thing, it could be hard to deal with though. "But I mean it, Ash. You and I are going to be fine. It's not like it was more than just sex." Dean had honestly never looked at Ash that way. And they couldn't ever tell anyone, they'd been fooling around while Dean had been underage. And it wasn't because he thought Ash was bad for Bele. Belle loved Ash, and that was one of the factors that led Dean to sleep with Ash in the first place. Because Belle was so taken with him. Dean brushed his hand through his getting longish hair. It fell over his eyes. Dean was still trying to assess Ash's intentions. "I would like to believe you really just are ending this because it's time. But I'm not sure that I do trust you." Dean told him, and then he mumbled something about a Harley he had to work on, and left the room. Dean didn't know what to think. He hadn't felt those tight feelings of desire in his stomach in a long time. Cas had done that to him. It scared the hell out of him. What was going to happen?

One week later

Cas had stayed in town. He was more or less settled in. No one had come after him, which led him to think and believe that no one from his family was looking for him. Cas had fake IDs that said he was 18, just in case. He hadn't enrolled in Gatlin's high school. He just wasn't sure that he should. He would be easier for someone to find. At the moment, he was going to get some ice cream at the Tastee Queen. The equivalent of the DQ Blizzard. He was walking, it wasn't far from his hotel room. There was lots of talking and staring as he went. As he went anywhere, walking or driving. There hadn't been anymore interactions with Dean. It had made Cas sad though. Although all the kids from the high school kept trying to be his friend. Dean's bandmate, that Scott fellow, seemed to be trying the hardest. Cas couldn't figure out why, he'd caught Scott making out with that Stiles kid. So he knew that it wasn't in a romantic way. Cas had never had so much gossip going around about him in… well ever. Cas approached the ice cream joint and stood in line to wait. He caught a glimpse of that Jo girl who Sam seemed so fond of. She was ahead of him in line. Sam was actually with her. Cas wasn't sure if he wanted to see them, he was having wet dreams about Dean just about every night. Not that he would tell Sam about it but it would be a lot awkward.

Sam paid for his and Jo's Tastee Freezes (the blizzard equivalent) and moved to sit at one of the picnic tables. Then he spotted Castiel in line. No one knew what to think of him. Sam did know, however, that his brother was fully crushing on Cas. Sam wasn't sure that they should get involved though. Dean wasn't a serious relationship guy and Sam was guessing that Cas was. Sam cast his glance at Jo again. They were sort of boyfriend and girlfriend. San was just now 14 and Jo was 13. Sam knew that Jo's mom liked him too. She was sort of Bobby's girlfriend. Sam took a bite of his ice cream. "Hey, Jo. Do you… do you want to go to Homecoming with me?" Sam didn't know why a great girl like Jo would want him, but he was really hoping that she would. Sam wasn't sure if he loved her yet, but he did like her. She was the most badass girl in Gatlin. Maybe in all of South Carolina. Sam watched her face as she thought about it. Then she grinned and told him yes. He wiped hair out of his eyes and smiled at her. "Oh, great! Dad said he'd drive us, Dean is the one at the shop that night." Sam also knew it was because Dean always worked on the dance nights. Sam wasn't sure why and he didn't want to bring it up with him, in case it upset him.

Once he'd said that, Jo looked around and her eyes lit on Castiel. He was just as mysterious as Ash was. Since no one knew Cas' last name and he too was from Away. Jo ate some of her ice cream. Her mind was mostly on Decoration Day. Everyone went out to the cemetery and decorated their loved one's graves. In your Sunday best, and there was always food. It was coming up. Jo's father was gone, he'd been killed in a car accident, and it had been a huge scandal at the time, because the other driver had been a minor, drunk, and the mayor's son. Jo hadn't really known what to think at the time. She still didn't, but she understood better now that she was older. And the boy was in a federal prison for life. Jo had only been seven at the time. Jo brushed blonde hair behind her ear. "Sam, are you worried about D Day?" She knew he would know what she meant. "Because… it's the first time I've gone… or will go, I mean. I'm….. I was too little before, according to Mama." Jo wasn't sure what she was going to do when she saw his grave. She was thinking about it all the time, and it was going to happen next week. "What's it like for you, when you see your mama's grave?" This was said quietly. Jo wasn't sure that she wanted to hear the answer honestly, but she knew Sam would be honest because that's what Sam did. Dean lied on occasion, but Sam didn't.

This was hard for Sam to answer. Because he couldn't lie to Jo. His dad sometimes, but not Jo. Sam took a bite of his ice cream, which wasn't even remotely melty. They tried to be as good as Dairy Queen. Sam swallowed and finally spoke. "It's different for me than it is Dean or Dad. I didn't know her like they did. So I don't really know what I'm missing. I just go and stare at a tombstone, and I miss the idea of her. It's Dean and Dad I go for. You might not have heard. There was… lots of people were saying that my mom was cheating on my dad. No one knows if it's true though."

That was something that Jo had heard. Gatlin was so small. "You don't have to feel guilty about not feeling the same as Dean and John." He insisted she call him that. J wasn't sure if she really should but John was not a man to be disobeyed. "You can't feel what they feel. I… I miss my dad. But… I don't know what it's going to feel like to see his grave. I was at the funeral but Mama never let me near the grave." Jo ate some more ice cream. "I'm…. I'm wish that you'd gotten more time with your mama. And Sam… you know that I wouldn't listen to gossip about her. You ask John the truth if you have to know."

All of that was actually great advice. Sam put down his empty cup. "You have to go, Jobelle. You can't not go. You might regret it. If you want, I'll go with you and Miss Ellen. Dad'll say it's okay because you've never been to Decoration Day before." Sam broke off as Dean's friend Scott approached. He was 16, two years older than Sam. He went to the high school too. Sam was smart for his age, so he was in some of Scott's classes. Sam knew something was up when he saw the look on Scott's face. "What's wrong?" Summer was almost over, and school would be starting back up. Lydia Martin's blowout was the last of the summer. The classes Sam had been taking and Jo had been for extra credit.

Scott didn't know how to say this. It's not something that he was used to. "Um, Dean got into a fight. He's pretty beaten up." Dean had used to get into fights, but not since Belle was born. "No one's calling the cops… and Dean refuses to go to the hospital." Scott hated to be the one to tell Sam. But he'd been there. Benny, Dean's once hookup date, had come by. For some reason he'd been very angry at Dean and had just started hitting. Scott had tried to stop him. Dean had gotten in a couple of good hits, but Benny had taken him by surprise. "He's pretty bad, Sam. I think that he needs stitches. You have to come." Sam had skills with cleaning up wounds from hunting animals.

Sharing a look with Jo, Sam did his best to sound calm. "Okay, I'm coming. Is he home or at the shop?" He asked his heart pounding out of his chest when Scott told him Dean was home at his two bedroom cottage. Their mother's grandfather had left it to Dean when he'd died a year ago. Sam had been jealous at first, but he got why. Dean was raising a daughter, and Grampa Campbell had just been trying to help. Plus he'd left Sam his truck, so when Sam was old enough, he had a car. "Does Dad know?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"No, but Bobby does." Scott said. "He got Benny to leave, using his shotgun." Scott may have grown up here, but he was still scared of guns. His eye fell on Castiel then, who was watching them talk. Scott hadn't spoken to him really, other than a hi here or there. Scott didn't know what to think. And Dean was totally and completely head over heels for Cas. They'd not even really hung out even. Scott's eyes moved back to Sam. "It was Benny, Sam, and no one knows why. He just came out of nowhere and started whaling on Dean." Sam still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Benny had done that.

Dean was sitting at his kitchen table, and his baby brother was stitching up his face. He knew why Benny had done this. Dean had told him that he wasn't interested in dating him. Benny had seemed to take it okay, but after he'd sat on it for a spell, apparently it had bothered him. Dean winced as Sam stitched. Dean knew that John was going to hear about this, and that was bothering him. Although he knew that it wasn't his fault. Jo and Scott had taken Belle with them to get pizza. Dean's face was covered in cuts and bruises, and he was fairly certain his ribs were broken. At least one of them. Sam had also taped them up. Dean finally broke the silence. "I know why Benny did this." He said. Sam met his eye. "When we went out, and hooked up… he wanted more and I didn't. He seemed to take it okay at the time. Maybe he got angry. I just… I just don't want this around Belle. I'm trying to be the best dad that I can. And…. this isn't doing it." Dean's voice shook as he spoke. He didn't know what he was going to do. He'd insisted on not pressing charges, even with Bobby telling him he was an idiot for doing so. He had been trying to keep it out of the papers. Belle hadn't been at the shop, and he was so glad. "I know that this wasn't my fault. But I still… I feel like somehow I did something wrong."

Finishing up with the stitches, Sam shook his head. "You can't beat yourself up like that, Dean. You didn't ask Benny to come and do this to you." Before he could say anything more, Scott and Jo had gotten back. And once Jo had gotten Belle into her playpen, they told him that Benny had gotten to Cas, too, and Cas was in the hospital.

Author's note: Yeah, I don't blame anyone if they choose to read this if/when it's finished. I know waiting sucks. This is mostly my friend Ash's fault. And I am super stressed and not sleeping. Had to do something. I hope if you took a chance that you like it.