Hello! So, here's another chapter! Hope you don't hate it...
Also, I wanted to say that I am home schooled, therefore, I have never been to high school, so I apologize if my writing especially sucks when they're at school. I'm not really sure what the deal is there... Anywho, I hope you aren't disappointed with this! I enjoyed writing it :) xoxoxoxoxxoxxo
P.s. Please feel free to point out any editing mistakes that you see :)
That night, Cas met my father without any problems. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest all throughout the evening. I guess my dad wanted to get to know Cas, because he insisted on ordering more pizza than necessary and eating dinner together, then play cards, and then watch a movie. I didn't think I had spent that much time with him since I was eight years old. When my dad finally went to bed, I set up a mattress on the floor to my room while Cas was in the shower. I didn't totally agree with the fact of Cas sleeping right next to my bed- as apposed to in it with me- but there was no option. When Cas walked into my room- or, our room- he was wearing sweat pants and a Beatles t-shirt I had lent him and his hair was still a little wet, but still sticking up in every direction. He looked exhausted from the draining day, and he also looked heartbroken. He briefly smiled weakly when he saw me sitting at my desk finishing my homework. I could only imagine what was going on inside his head. He had turned his phone off, and his father didn't know where he was, but I could see that he was almost anticipating the moment that he would have to see his father again. He had told me that he could barely get away from his father, the night before, and he hid in a hallway closet until he heard his father leave the house. He said he hadn't seen his him since then.
"Thank you for the bed, Dean," Cas said as he sat down on the small, but thick, mattress.
"Why don't you take my bed? It's way more comfortable than that thing," I said. I really wouldn't mind sleeping there. Cas had been through so much, and then he couldn't even go back to his own home. He deserved to at least be comfortable in his bed.
"No, Dean. This is fine, really. It reminds me of my bed back in my house." Cas sounded so tired.
"Okay, if you say so. Why don't we get some shut eye," I said. It was only about 9:30, but Cas needed rest, and I didn't mind a few extra hours either. Cas nodded and slid under the blankets on the bed. I crawled into my own bed and shut off the light.
"Night, Cas," I said quietly.
"Goodnight, Dean."
We had both fallen asleep fast, but not too long after, I woke up to Cas violently tossing and turning. He was whimpering and repeating "no" over and over again. I didn't realize right away what was happening, but I soon figured that Cas was having a nightmare. I jumped out from under my blankets and went to his bed, reaching out my arms and trying to find him in the dark. When I found him, he had stopped thrashing as much and I held him close to me.
"Sshhh... Cas, it's okay. You're okay," I kept saying. He became still, and then I felt him move closer to me. I lied us down, my arms still wrapped around him. I could feel tears sinking in to the fabric of my t-shirt, where Cas' head lay on my chest.
"Dean," I heard him whisper.
"Hey, babe. You're okay. I'm here," I soothed, gently running my hand along his back. He clutched softly at my shirt and I felt him breathe more steadily. I had never been in a situation like that. Sure, I would help Sam when he had nightmares and dad wasn't home, but it was nothing like that. All Sam ever needed was for me to tell him that monsters weren't real before giving him a cookie and sending him on his merry way. But when Cas needed me there like that, it was real. He had been though more than he should have, and he needed an anchor, a rock, someone to hold on to; he needed me. We fell asleep like that, and never moved positions. I held him until I couldn't feel the tears on my chest, and I could hear and feel the calm inhales of his breath, followed by the smooth and steady exhale. I didn't think I had ever held someone like that before. It was even different than when we sat on the rock earlier, and different than when we were in the Impala. It was intense and emotional, but it was also so personal and- well, it was amazing.
The next morning, I woke up next to Cas, my arms still around him, and his face still on my chest. My alarm was going off across the room on my desk and I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I immediately thought that my alarm had been going off for too long, and my dad was coming in to turn it off. I panicked when I realized that I was in Cas' bed- with Cas- cuddling. I didn't want to startle him, so I gently slipped out from beneath him, resting his head on the pillow and going to turn the alarm off. Just barely a few seconds later, my dad walked in looking sleepy and irritated.
"Dean, would you learn to turn that damn thing off!" He said, more than loud enough to wake the house. Cas sat up suddenly, shaking and looking terrified. I knew it was from how my dad must have sounded just like his father, and I instantly felt horrible, rushing to his side to make sure he was alright. My mind had gone blank to the fact that my dad was still standing there, so I took Cas' hand and softly brushed a few strands of hair out of his face and rested my hand on his cheek. Our faces were close enough to feel each others breath. I rested my forehead against his and he stopped shaking.
"Hey. It's okay. You're fine," I said. When he saw me next to him, I saw him relax at least 90% as he and smiled a little. Then he tensed up again, pulling away slightly and looking up at my father. I mentally slapped myself before standing up to say something to my dad, only to see that he had left the room. I was relieved at the moment, that I didn't have to talk to him right then, but I knew I would have to sooner rather than later. The fact that he walked away without saying anything could have meant anything. He could have been sleepy and not cared, he could have strongly suspected Cas and me and had gotten angry, he could have felt awkward and left. I didn't know what to think or if I should follow my dad, but I decided not to. If he had any suspicion that would cause a problem, he would say so... right? I sighed and turned back to Cas. He looked full of fear sorrow. I knelt down by him.
"We're okay, Cas. Don't worry," I said, and he reached out his hands towards mine. We sat there like that for just a moment before I kissed him on the forehead and got up.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower. You okay?" I said, grabbing a towel. I wasn't sure if Cas was gonna be okay by himself, but I knew my dad wouldn't dare do anything to him.
"Yes, Dean. I'm alright," he said. I nodded and went to the shower. The hot water on my skin was soothing, but I finished quickly, not wanting Cas to be by himself for too long. When I walked back into my room, he wasn't there and I worried for just a second before reminding myself that he was in my house, and he was safe there no matter what. I got dressed and walked out to the kitchen to see Cas and Sam sitting at the table eating waffles. My dad was nowhere in sight, and I assumed he had gone to work. Cas looked better. He was talking to Sam and smiling. Just seeing him smile like that made my stomach do a flip.
"Hey, guys," I said, sitting down at the table.
"Hi, Dean. Dad made waffles! He's been so weird..." Sam said. I was wondering if it had anything to do with what happened in my room, but I ignored those thoughts and went for some waffles.
"Have you considered that maybe he's just happy to see us?" I said, not wanting to drag Sam in on everything going on inside my head. He shrugged and I notice Cas' face fell a little. I rested my foot against his, trying to comfort him with no words.
We finished breakfast and left the house after getting our books together. I dropped Sam off at his school and I was kind of relieved to be going to school. My dad wasn't there, Cas' dad wasn't there, all we had to worry about was the other students, but that usually wasn't too bad. I knew Cas was happy to be going back to school too. He didn't talk much on the way there, but I knew it wasn't because of me.
"How are you, Cas?" I asked after I parked the Impala in the school parking lot.
"I think you know very well, Dean," he said with a humorless twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I know, I know. But you can talk to me. You know that, right?"
"Yes. It's just that- right now I don't even know what to think, and trying to form anything into sentences could prove to be difficult."
"Okay. That's okay. But when you do know what to think and what to say, I'm here." Cas smiled at me. I didn't want to pressure Cas into talking to me, but it was kind of hard to tell what was going on inside his head sometimes. I leaned in and kissed him gently before leaving the car and walking into the school.
The morning went on without much happening. I wished I had at least some classes with Cas, but I knew that Ash and Jo had some with him so he should be okay. I was in the locker room after football practice when things got bad, though. I suddenly felt someone shove me up against my locker forcefully, and I winced in pain as they twisted my wrist unnaturally. It was Uriel and his two goons.
"Hey, Winchester," Uriel hissed.
"What do you want, Uriel," I said, trying to focus on anything but the stabbing pain in my arm.
"You know, Dean, you really had us fooled. We never would have thought you were a fag. Well done," Uriel said before he punched me in jaw. He had let my wrist go, but the pain remained, along with the throbbing I felt in my face. I stayed silent and didn't retaliate. I knew that if I did, and we got caught, I would get detention and they would call my dad. With everything going on, that would make things at least ten times more complicated.
"What's the matter, Dean? Cas got you tongue?" Uriel and his friends laughed. I started to get angrier at them mentioning Cas. I could take a beating, but I didn't want them to have anything to do with Cas. There was suddenly another hit on my cheek and could feel my skin split under my eye, just from the force. He hit me again. Then again, and the hits had begun to start on my ribs and stomach. When the pain was unbearable, I finally yelled out.
"Stop!" I moaned. It wasn't loud, due to being so weak, but I hoped that maybe I would get the attention of a teacher, or someone, outside the locker room.
"What? I thought we were having fun, and what are you trying to do? Call for you little boyfriend? No good. He's not gonna come. He's just a pathetic little fa-" I cut him off by hitting him full force on the bridge of his nose, and then twisting his arm behind his back so he can't get away. I ran him into a locker and he fell to the ground. I couldn't stand hearing them say anything more about Cas, so that was the last straw. The burst of adrenaline was strange and startling, but proved to be very helpful. I left before his friends could come at me and before we could get caught. As I walked through the halls, I kept thinking and hoping that Uriel wouldn't go after Cas. I didn't think he would because he knows me and went after me personally, but I wouldn't be able to stand it if anything more happened to Cas. I knew there would be questions from so many people, considering the obvious damage on my face, not to mention that I was clutching my stomach as I walked, but I could only tell some people the truth. I also knew Cas would be worried if he saw me, but I wanted to see him, I needed to know he was okay. My wrist felt nearly broken and I knew my face was purple and bleeding, but I used the small time I had before class looking for Cas. I didn't find him before I had to go to biology, so I had to wait for lunch. I wiped some of the blood off of my face with my sleeve, but didn't think about doing much else.
We had classes back-to-back before lunch, so I didn't get a chance to see Cas. When the bell finally rang, I practically ran through the halls towards the cafeteria. I saw him sitting at our usual table. He had just sat down, so Benny, Ash, and Jo weren't there yet. He looked okay, but I had to make sure before I could put my mind at rest. I rushed over, slightly out of breath.
"Cas! Are you okay?" I said quietly, but frantically. He looked up and gasped.
"Dean! What happened? Are you alright?!" He said much louder than I had been speaking. I sat down next to him, wanting to talk before our friends came over to the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. Are you alright?" I asked.
"Dean, I'm fine! Would you please tell me what the fuck happened to you?!"
"It was Uriel and his dick sidekicks," I said, sighing with relief that Uriel hadn't done anything to Cas, "I'm fine though." Cas took my hand and I winced at the sharp pain that shot through my arm from my wrist. He pulled back and then gently took my wrist again to look at it. I noticed it was swollen and purple in one spot. It hurt like hell, but I didn't think it was quite that bad.
"Dean, this is bad. Did you go to the nurse?" Cas asked. He had that all-too-familiar terrified look, and I felt the guilt in my stomach.
"No. It's fine, Cas. I'm fine."
"Dean, please." Cas looked at me with his ridiculous puppy dog eyes and I knew that I was done for.
"Fine." I said with a sigh. He practically dragged me up out of my seat and into the hallway toward the nurse's office. I knew they would need to know the story, so I tried to make something up in my head as we walked. Then, I realized that Cas couldn't be involved in any of this or else the school would call his father.
"Cas, hold on," I said as we stopped in the hallway, "As far as they know, you are just a concerned student that walked me here. If they found out everything that happened involved you at all, they'll call your dad." Cas nodded and we continued down the hall. I could tell he wasn't too comfortable with lying, but he knew there was no other choice. As we were walking, the pain in my face suddenly spread to my head and I started to get dizzy. I tried to keep walking. We were close to the nurse's office and then I could sit down. Cas noticed me struggling to walk in a straight line, and caught me before I fell. He wrapped my arm around his shoulders and supported me for the short distance we had left to go. When we walked in, Cas sat me down on a chair, and the nurse gasps quietly.
"What happened?" She asked, taking some paper towels and alcohol from a shelf. I had started to see normally, but the pain stuck around. I hadn't quite processed the question right away, so Cas was
about to say something when I finally spoke,
"I fell. Down the stairs," I said. The nurse didn't look convinced, but she continued cleaning the cuts on my face. Cas looked scared, his hands were shaking just enough for me to notice.
"Here," the nurse handed the paper towels to Cas, "clean his face where its bleeding. I will wrap his wrist when I get back. I have to go have a word with Principal Tran." I was really hoping that wouldn't happen. If they found out that I was in a fight, they would call my dad and I would probably get detention if not worse. I wasn't sure what my dad had been thinking about that morning, but I was sure that this would not help his anger, or confusion, or whatever the hell he was feeling.
"I'm sorry, Dean," Cas said, cleaning my cheek after moving closer than anyone else would.
"Cas, just don't. This isn't on you," I said, taking his hand from my cheek where he was cleaning, "I'm okay."
"Stop saying that. You are not okay. Nothing is okay!" Cas said. I kind of agreed with him. Everything seemed to be going fine, and then all of the sudden, everything went to shit.
"Yeah, you're right. Everything has gotten kind of fucked. But we'll get through it, and everything will be fine. I promise, Cas. I'm not letting it end like this," I said holding his hand tight. He smiled a little and kissed me quickly, but meaningfully, knowing the nurse and/or principal could come in at any moment. Cas continued to clean the blood off my face until the nurse came back into the room to wrap my wrist and give me painkillers- thank god.
"Dean, Principal Tran would like to speak to you in her office. Castiel, you can go now. Thank you very much," the nurse said, nodding at Cas. He looked at me with concerning eyes before reluctantly walking out of the office. I went to Mrs. Tran's office and sat down in a chair placed before her desk.
"Mr. Winchester. Seems you've taken quite the fall," she said, referring to my beaten face and wrapped wrist.
"Yes, ma'am. Those darn slippery stairways got me again," I said with a smirk.
"And you are positive that these injuries were simply caused by that?" She asked, suspiciously. "Because Nurse Rowena says that your injuries look as if they were caused by someone."
"I can assure you, ma'am, I slipped in the hallway and fell down the stairs. That's all," I said, starting to get nervous. She was pushing for a different answer, and there was no way I was giving it to her. I was sure that she had heard rumors around the school about me, and I wouldn't be surprised if she was anticipating something like this to happen about it, but that didn't mean that I would tell and get myself into trouble. Cas needed me, and I had to be there for him as much as I possibly could. After a few more minutes of assuring Mrs. Tran that I was telling the truth, she let me out of her office. Lunch had already ended, so I had to rush to my class. I hadn't seen Uriel around since the fight, and I was wondering where he was and what he would say about his, most likely, broken nose.
When the day finally ended, it felt like the morning had been a million years ago. I collapsed into the the drivers seat of the Impala with a heavy sigh, closing my eyes for a moment as I rested my head against the seat. Cas slid into the car just a few moments later with very similar actions.
"Hey, babe," I said lazily.
"How are you feeling, Dean?" Cas asked, cupping my cheek with his palm. It didn't hurt. His touch was soft and comforting. I was glad I was there with him, right then. That was all I needed to re-boost my energy. I still had no idea how he did it to me, but being with him made me feel warm, and like everything was okay, even if everything was very much not okay.
"I'm fine. Really. I'm just glad to be going home," I said, honestly. Cas smiled and we finally drove away from the school.
I was going to talk to my dad when I got home. I couldn't stand waiting for him to come to me about what he saw. It could have been nothing and he couldn't care less, but I just had to know. When we picked up Sam from school, he had a similar reaction to Cas' when he saw my face. It wasn't as panicked, but still concerned. I contemplated telling him the truth, but decided it would be best to keep him as far out of the loop as possible. I didn't want him to worry about me- or Cas for that matter. After some time of convincing Sam that I had fallen and not been beat up, we arrived back at my house and I could see Cas' uneasiness about coming back to- yet again- another home there was a homophobic and intimidating father. My dad would never hurt me, or Sam, or any kid, ever. But he does have the power of kicking us out, and that would make things- hard- to say the very least. Not knowing what my dad was thinking and what he'd do was almost excruciating. Cas had been through enough, and he needed to be somewhere safe. I didn't think that that was too much to ask. We got out of the Impala and walked into the house. I knew my dad was home because his truck was parked in the driveway. When we walked in, it was like there was a wall of aroma that hit us. The smell of vegetables and roasting chicken, and bread filled the house. I thought that maybe Uncle Bobby and Aunt Ellen had come over, considering that we only have meals like that when Ellen cooks, but when we walked into the kitchen, there was only my dad. Was it a good sign? Was he just doing it to fuck with me? No. That's insane. It has nothing to do with Cas and me. He's my father and he's making us dinner. That's normal... Just not in our house.
"Hey, boys. Set the table, would ya?" He said, barely turning away from the stove. Sam looked as shocked as I was, but we all went ahead and set the table. When we were done, my dad had finished dinner and went to watch TV while it was in the oven. I couldn't wait any longer to talk to him, so I went into the living room while Cas was working on homework in my room and Sam was in his own room.
"Dad? Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, sitting down. He turned off the TV and sighed. I was sure that he knew what I was going to say.
"Dean. I know what this is about, and I don't wanna hear it," he said.
"Dad, just listen. It was nothing, this morning. Cas had had nightmares and he was still shaken up, so I was just trying to calm him down," I said as my dad started to look irritated.
"Dean! I said I don't wanna hear it."
"What is that even supposed to mean?" I was starting to get frustrated with his response.
"It means that you can do whatever the hell you want, but I don't want to hear about it, see it, or ever have anything to do with it. Don't speak to me about it again. Castiel can stay here for as long as he needs to, but this discussion will never come up again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." I walked away before he said anything else and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I was so relieved, but at the same time, I wished my dad would have said more about it. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Cas could stay. I was also relieved that I didn't have to deal with my father's reaction to my broken face. Sometimes I would come home with injuries from football, and he didn't care too much for those, but I think that time he just wanted to see the least of me that he could. Then, I realized that we hadn't heard anything from Cas' father. Yes, Cas turned his phone off, but wouldn't his father call the school or even the police? I pushed the thoughts away for the moment and focused on what was happening right then. I walked into my room and Cas was sitting on the floor with books and papers sprawled out on the floor around him. He was focused on what he was writing and didn't notice me walk in right away. I smiled to myself. He finally noticed me when I sat down at my desk.
"Were you talking to your dad?" He asked.
"Ah, yeah. Um, about this morning. I just wanted to know- You know..." I trailed off, hoping Cas would understand what I was trying to say.
"Oh." He looked- guilty. I guess I could see why he would think it was his fault, but I never thought of it that way. I knew I would have to come out to my dad sooner or later, and if it was sooner, then it would be with Cas no question. It still bewildered me, the effect Cas had on me. It was actually sort of scary- but not in a bad way- it was just scary to feel so strongly about someone after practically just meeting them.
"It's okay though. He's not exactly in love with the idea, but he said he doesn't care as long as we make it so he doesn't have to- I don't know- see." Cas looked shocked. It was like he was ready for me to kick him out on the streets, and I had just told him that he could stay.
"Really? So... I can stay?" He said quietly. Not because he was trying to be quiet. His voice was just so small. So broken.
"Of course you can, Cas. I told you we would be okay, didn't I? If my dad had a problem with it, then we would figure something else out. We would find somewhere else to go," I said, getting up to sit down next to him.
"I don't think I have thanked you enough, Dean," he said, looking me in the eyes.
"Yes, you have."
Cas looked better after that. He was still tired and anxious, but he knew he was safe up until he had to see his father again. I wondered about his father so much. Why hadn't we heard anything from him? Why hadn't he contacted the school? It was almost as if he was okay with Cas being out of his life. I was okay with that, but there was so much more that needed to be worked out. Was his father just going to abandon him? I didn't know what to think, so I tried not to. I went on to school the rest of the week. I was still terrified that Uriel would do something to Cas, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I also hadn't been confronted by Uriel again, which was good, but there was so much that I didn't know. Was he going to leave me alone for good? Was he scared off by the broken nose I gave him? Or had he just moved on from me and was going to go after Cas, after all? So many questions were overflowing my mind and I tried to focus on just getting the school week over with and making sure Cas was okay through it.
By Friday, things were settling down. Uriel did nothing but his usual name calling in the halls and the bruises on my face were fading into light purple and yellow. I still couldn't use my left hand and my ribs still ached constantly, but it was getting better. Cas had nightmares every night, but they were beginning to settle down. My last period of the day had finally ended and I was walking past the main office when I saw a man talking loudly to the secretary. He seemed angry and intense. I couldn't make out what he was saying exactly, but I stopped in my tracks when I head him say "Castiel". I didn't know what to do. Was that Cas' father? Had he finally come to find him? I needed to know more, so I casually walked over a sat on a bench across the room, appearing to be waiting for someone.
"What do you mean you don't know?!" The man's voice boomed through the room. "My son hasn't been home in days! Find him at once!"
"Mr. Novak, sir, school has already let out. We are not responsible for the students once they are off of school property," the secretary said. Her voice was stern, but still so small compared to Cas' father's. He stormed out of the school and I felt like I was stuck to that bench. Like my legs didn't work and there was no way that I could get up and tell Cas that his father had come to the school. I knew that it would happen eventually, but I wasn't ready. All I wanted was for Cas to be safe and happy. I really didn't understand how that was too much to ask. I sat there, frozen with my thoughts, until I heard the voice of the kind secretary interrupting me,
"Time to go, honey. I've gotta lock the doors in five minutes." She sounded sorry, and I was embarrassed at first, but then I realized that Cas must have been waiting at the car for a while. Oh, God. And Sam.
"Fuck!" I said before racing out the door. The parking lot was empty except for the Impala, with Cas sitting on the hood. Normally I would have been pissed at anyone sitting on Baby like that, but it was Cas, and I had kept him waiting there for twenty minutes.
"Cas! Shit, I am so sorry," I said running up to the car. "Something happened."
"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas asked getting down from his seat on my car.
"Your dad was here," I said, more calmly. Cas started looking around the parking lot, trying his best to keep calm.
"Wha- what did he- um- what did he want?" Cas asked. He started to shake. He usually would when his father came up. I took his hands and he looked up at me.
"He was looking for you. But he left and school won't be back until Tuesday, after the long weekend, so don't worry, okay?"
"What about when we have to go back? What are we going to do then?" Cas started to sound frantic. He had a point, and I wasn't sure what to say because I wasn't sure what to do. His father probably would be back at the school on Tuesday, and there was no way I was letting Cas go with him. I just wasn't sure what to do to make it so Cas stayed with me.
"I don't know! But I am not letting you go back there with him," I said. He took a deep breath and let go of my hands.
"I know, Dean," he leaned against the car, "I just wish I wasn't such a burden to you."
"A burden? Cas, you can't honestly think that you're a fucking burden!" I couldn't really believe what I was hearing. Could he have really thought that? Had I acted as though he was? I thought he knew that I was there for him, that I was happy to be with him.
"Dean, you were doing fine here before I came. All I've done is fuck your life up." Cas was looking straight into my eyes. He really truly thought that he was a burden. "It's all my fault."
"Cas. If you ever think that you aren't the best thing that ever happened to me-" I sighed heavily, trying to get a hold of myself. "Just don't ever think like that, kay? It's not true." Cas looked down at his shoes. "Alright?"
"Alright."
We left to pick up a very annoyed and impatient Sam, and finally went home. I was still thinking about what to do about Cas' dad, no matter how hard I tried to think about something else. I just needed to enjoy the weekend with Cas and relax. When we pulled up to my house, I noticed a black BMW parked in the driveway.
"No. No, no, no, no. Please, no," Cas said. He started shaking violently. Oh God. His dad. His dad. I started to panic. This isn't happening. This is so not happening. No fucking way. I parked the car.
"Stay here. I'll go in. Just stay here, okay? We're fine. Just wait. You too, Sammy," I said, holding Cas' hand tightly before getting out of the car. I had now idea what the hell I was doing. What was I gonna say? 'Oh, hi. I am the reason you beat your son and he left you, and now I'm never gonna let you take him home'? Well, that was what made the most sense to me. I didn't think my heart had ever beat faster than right then. I was surprised I could see straight. When I finally got to the door, I turned the door knob and slowly opened the door. I heard voices in the kitchen and walked in a little quicker.
"Dean. Good, you're home," my father said. Cas' dad's back was turned to me and when they both stood up, he turned around and he looked just like he did earlier at school.
"Dean, I've heard a lot about you," he said. He gave me the most evil and hateful look, and my dad hardly noticed. "I'm Mr. Novak." He reached out his hand but I ignored it, looking into his eyes.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Novak?" I asked, trying to sound polite, but it was hard.
"Well, I asked around and figured out that the famous Dean Winchester lived here, so I thought I would come and see if my son was staying with you. He hasn't been home in a few days and I've started to worry," he said, not looking like he had a hint of worry in him.
"You've just started to worry now, huh?" I asked. I didn't see my dad joining in the conversation anytime soon, but it was probably better that way.
"Well, before he left, he was upset about a petty argument we had, so I assumed he has been staying with a friend. Which brings us back to; is Castiel here?" He had begun to look irritated by my attitude, which made sense. I wasn't exactly being helpful, but I never intended to be. I looked over at my dad, hoping he could read my mind and answer my question of 'did you tell him'. I hadn't told by dad about the things that Mr. Novak did to Cas, but he was usually pretty good at reading people. He shook his head at me.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Novak, but I can't help you. I have only seen Castiel at school. He hasn't been here," I said. My voice was solid, but my mind was racing and I could feel my heartbeat in my sweaty palms. He sighed, not looking pleased or convinced with my answer.
"Alright then. Thank you." He begun to get his jacket on and I remembered that Cas was still in my car. I shot Sam a text, telling them to duck down in the Impala until Mr. Novak left.
"Sorry we couldn't be more help," my dad said as Mr. Novak opened the door to leave.
"Just tell me if you hear anything from him," he said, emotionless, before walking out the door. A minute later, the door flung open and Cas ran in and threw his arms around me, hiding his face in my neck.
"Hey, babe. Told you we're fine, didn't I?" I said, smiling. He pulled away.
"What happened? What did he say? Does he know I'm here?" He asked. I could see the remainder of a few tears that he had wiped away. I reached up to wipe some of the wetness below his eye away.
"No, he doesn't know, and he won't be coming back here."
"What about school?" He asked as the brief moment of relief vanished from both of us.
"We'll figure that out. But in the meantime, let's just chill, okay?" I said. He finally relaxed and smiled.
"Alright, Dean," he said before going to our room to leave my father and me. I stood there awkwardly while he sat at the kitchen table. He didn't look up at me when he spoke,
"So... Would care to explain?"
