Family Reunion

Chapter 2: Wake Up Call

Part 1

John woke up to the sounds of excited voices downstairs and laughing from the bedroom across from his. He quickly pulled on some clothes and tiptoed to peek through the door. He had recognized the laughter because it was his son's, but he was shocked beyond belief to see who he was laughing at. That stupid angel. John must have let his mind slip by the fact that people who were together usually shared the same room, he just never expected it. And he had hoped to never see it. He was about to clear his throat before he thought better of it. He was curious to see how close his eldest really was to this angel. So he took a deep breath and cursed himself for watching this.

"Come on, Dean. Just pick something to wear. I'm starving and I smell pancakes downstairs."

"Just wait a minute, Cas."

Cas? What, was that some sort of nickname he had for him? Ugh! He wanted to gag right there and then but he held his tongue and waited for who knew what to happen.

"I want to wear something nice."

"For your dad?"

"Yeah. We're finally reunited and I should look…nice."

Castiel walked up to him, who was currently holding several shirts up and staring into an old wicker mirror.

"I'm sure your dad will like whatever you wear."

Dean turned around to kiss him and Castiel wrapped his arms around him. Before Dean almost dropped the shirts he turned away.

"Come on, Cas. Help me decide."

"Well then, he pointed at a fancy purple shirt and navy blue tie, that's nice."

Dean smiled, "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Read my mind and always pick the sexiest shirt."

Cas smiled and gazed into his vivid hazel eyes.

"You don't need nice shirts, Dean. You're already sexy to me.

Dean stripped in front of his angel and smiled at him too. He slipped the shirt on and let him button it and tie the tie for him. The hunter smiled and leaned in to kiss his angel this time, for as long as he could make it last. When they pulled away the hunter ran a hand through his angel's hair to make it look presentable.

"Now there's my sexy angel."

They both kissed and then Dean stuck a hand in his pants and dragged the smiling angel out the door.

Meanwhile, John was swallowing every few seconds to prevent himself from screaming at his son asking him what the hell he was doing, and what the hell had he just become. John shook his head. This was just wrong. He had never seen anything more disturbing. He'd rather handle a demon any day, than accept that his son was gay and dating an angel. He figured if the kissing was too much for him to handle, then whatever else was bound to come next would drive him to sudden suicide.

Somebody please help me. And please, help my son.

John ran back to his room barely in time before the two headed out the door and downstairs. He suddenly lost his appetite and realized he would rather jump out the window than head downstairs to eat pancakes with his dysfunctional family. But then Bobby knocked on the door and all previous actions and thoughts flew out the window the second he opened his mouth.

"Come down to breakfast, John. Got a real treat for you. And you better have an appetite."

John sighed and followed his older friend downstairs. He knew full well he was being led down to his death and ultimate destruction.

Part 2

Everyone was seated when he came down. Bobby was at the head of the table, John sat next to Castiel, and on the opposite side Dean was next to Sam. His youngest threw a warning gaze at him, and he already knew what it meant. Any unnecessary comments about Dean and Castiel's relationship would lead to arguments, and Sam would be forced to step in and insult his own father because of it. John sat down and sighed, feeling like a two year old. But as much as it pained him to admit it, Sam was right, it was better for him to be on his best behavior. He didn't want to insult Bobby on top of it all, cause he knew he would take fighting at his table personal. During the course of breakfast it was far from quiet. There were plenty of chocolate pancakes being passed around and John finally got to hear Castiel's voice close up. He noticed that it was deep and often unemotional, unless he was addressing Dean of course. Sam was talking up a storm and asked John far too many questions for him to not get annoyed. But he held back and pushed down the anger and confusion because this was his family, and he wasn't going to screw up this reunion. Not yet anyway.

"Dean…How many pancakes must you eat?"

John watched as Dean eyed the angel from across the table.

"I'm hungry, Cas."

The hunter winked at him from across the table.

"Hungry for pancakes and for love."

Both their smiles matched as Dean kicked his chair back and pulled Castiel up to kiss him passionately on the lips.

"Mmm", Cas pulled away to lick the chocolate off his lips that was given to him from Dean's, and wiped the chocolate off his hunter's lips before sitting down.

John watched in horror and noticed how Sam didn't even hardly notice, he was talking to Bobby. How could his family treat this like it was the most normal thing in the world? He dropped his fork loudly onto his plate and put on the best disgusted face that he could muster up. Sam started to throw chocolate chips at the angel and then Dean threw a handful at Sam.

"Guys, get a room!" Sam laughed and Bobby smiled, happy as could be at his reunited family. They were all so happy.

"Hey, Dean yelled, no on throws chocolate chips at my angel!"

That was it. The way that his son said my just completely did it. John shoved his plate aside and cleared his throat.

"Could I eat my breakfast in peace?"

He didn't dare look over at Bobby or Sam, his gaze was fixed primarily on Dean. He just could not hold it in anymore.

"Who the hell are you, son?"

Dean just stared at him, red as a tomato and not daring to turn away.

"I came back for this? I came back to see this?"

"Dad…"

"Shut up, Sam. What the hell is going on around here! Who is this!" he pointed an accusing finger at Castiel.

"You seriously expect me to believe he's an angel? Why the hell is he part of my family. This is my family and I know what's best!"

He turned to face Castiel and looked him straight in the eyes.

"What have you done to my son?"

Everything went quiet after that, since John wanted to put a whole lot of emphasis on that last statement. But luckily, it didn't last long.

John quickly got up, having just about enough.

"I'll clear away the dishes."

Dean was still red in the face and Sam stood up awkwardly, trying to see if going to Dean was a good idea or not. Bobby was angrily glaring at John and then out of nowhere that angel stood up and after everything that had just happened said…

"I'll help."

So they both walked into the kitchen and wondered who would talk first.

"So…You're dating my son."

"Yes. I am Castiel."

He extended his hand but the hunter was still too frustrated to extend his.

"Do you love him?"

"I assure you, I love Dean more than anyone else in the world."

John turned quickly and nearly hit Castiel in the face.

"If you ever hurt him, you will be dead long before you realize what you've done. Understand me?"

The angel backed away and nodded, and John got to see something he never expected to see. A very scared angel.

"I will never hurt him, sir."

John nodded and turned around. When he looked back the angel was gone.

Part 3

Meanwhile, Sam had quietly walked Dean back upstairs.

"What makes him think he has the right?"

"Dean…"

"No Sam. I'm not just gonna sit by and let him insult my angel."

"You're right, Dean. Dad was way out of line. But believe me, he's gonna pay for it sooner or later."

"How would you know?"

"Because, I'm gonna make sure he does myself."

Dean smiled and his brother hugged him till his tears subsided. When he looked up his angel, his angel was standing in the doorway. Sam was the last to notice, he got up and smiled as he left the two.

"I'm sorry, Cas. I'm sorry I didn't do anything."

"Dean, it's not your fault. I love you, and nothing will ever change that."

They both embraced and as Castiel pushed his hunter back onto the bed and swept his arms around him, he felt something he had never felt before. He felt safe in Dean's arms, safe from his father especially.

Part 4

Bobby was the only one left at the table, sitting there, head in his hands, speechless beyond belief by what had just happened. He never should have let John eat at the same table as Cas. It was a mistake from the get go, and he was just too dumb and too damn blind to see it. And now, he felt like he was the one at fault. He still saw the pained look on Dean's face and he wished he could just rewind time and hope to hell he would never see that look. This was really eating him up inside. They couldn't even eat breakfast together. Why the hell was John even still around if he couldn't accept his family after everything that had happened to them? Why in the world wasn't he packing his bags yet? Why…?

John shuffled into the room and took a seat near Bobby. The best he could do was stare down at his hands while the head of the household thought about how quick he could get to his gun so he could shoot the ungrateful Winchester before him. Why wasn't he throwing his sorry ass out of the house right now?

"You done with the making people feel like crap gig?"

John shook his head and looked up at him.

"Don't you give me that. It's your own damn fault we're in this mess in the first place. What is it with you Winchesters? You can never just keep your mouths shut, always have to speak your mind no matter how much it'll hurt someone."

He shook his head in disbelief and walked off to the living room. He noticed Castiel outside the window pacing and stuck his head out the door.

"Hey Cas? Get back inside. I feel better if I know where everyone is."

He whispered, "I'm sure Dean needs you right now."

He nodded and headed upstairs, leaving the two hunters staring up at him.

"Didn't say I wanted you to follow me in here, John."

"Thought you wanted to talk."

"What's there to talk about? Except the fact that you're a pig headed and selfish jerk towards your family."

"Bobby, don't lecture me on this."

"Don't tell me what I can't do cause this is for your own good! I care about those boys in there, they're like sons to me. And if you think you can just waltz on in here and tell them who they can date and how they can live their lives, well then you got another thing coming you idjit."

Bobby poured himself a drink cause he was gonna need it.

"You can't pick your family, John. You gotta let them find their own way, find their own happiness. Love whoever they can find because this job is rough and you know that. You have no idea what they've been through since their father left them. Especially Dean. He went to hell and back, and he was rescued by that angel and you're gonna tell me that that doesn't mean anything? You seriously gonna tell me that that's not love?"

"Bobby listen…"

"No! You listen!"

"I am sick and tired of your bullheaded opinions. I'm glad you're back okay. But while you're back how's about showing your sons and that angel of theirs a little respect."

"I don't know if I can do that, Bobby."

"Do it for, Dean. Don't question why he fell in love with that angel in the first place. Just accept that he did and be happy about it. Cause I sure as hell am happy he's found someone."

"I just can't accept this, Bobby. This is just too much for me."

Bobby nodded, the heat and rage in him starting to subside and just making him too damn tired to care about anything anymore. He poured himself another glass of scotch and sat back down on the couch. John followed his lead.

"I didn't even know angels existed, Bobby."

"You think I had an easy time believing it? But that's your boy in there, John. And you gotta do what's best for him."

"You really think this is best for him?"

Bobby glared at the idjit sitting before him, "That angel loves Dean, and more importantly Dean loves that angel. So you go in there and you apologize, John Winchester. Or so help me god I will bring Castiel down here to throw you back in hell."

John sighed and lifted his head out of his hands. He was slow when he walked upstairs, trying to think of what to say, trying to wonder why he was doing this in the first place.

"Cause Bobby will stick that angel on my ass. And if not, he'll kill me himself", he mumbled as he reached the room.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open lightly.

Part 5

So much for doing what Bobby had wanted him to do.

Dean and Castiel were in bed together. His son was asleep and currently lying in the arms of that angel. He was brushing his hair with his fingers, and there was a strange object he was placing onto him. Wait…Was that a trench coat?

"You're safe with me my hunter", the angel whispered into Dean's ear, smiling at the peaceful figure he held.

John felt someone behind him and turned. It was Sam. He smiled at him reassuringly and motioned towards the two figures in the room. John looked back. And that was when John finally saw what Sam saw. It was weird. But it was love. It had taken him this long to notice it but he finally did, no matter how strange this love was to him, it was still that familiar four letter word. The love between a hunter and his angel. He felt Sam place a hand on his shoulder and whisper in his ear.

"That's what love is, Dad."

He walked away and John stood there for the next five minutes, never daring to look away.

"Nothing will ever harm you."

The angel's whispers echoed inside his head. Was this real? Was this what he was really seeing? Was this really love?

But he would still never understand love like that. Not for a long while and maybe not even then.

Coming up in Chapter 3…

More Dean & Cas love, Sam gets a call from a certain angel, and Bobby and John get into some more heated discussion…