Chapter 3

Patriot day!

Hello faithful readers, I'm back here with the next chapter.

Nimphidelle- I do believe Henry will come back but it probably wont be so that Gabriel can kill him with an apple peeler, sorry ;)

Just to point this out i am a Percy Jackson fan too (the books) so thats why i have the weird chapter names, i really miss those from the first series. And yeah, say it... last chapters name sucked.

Castiels POV

"It's patriot day on Friday!" Balthazar announced. Everyone at the dinner table looked up from their Alfredo.

"Yes, we know that's the fourth time you've told us," Michael mumbled as he placed a fork full of food in his mouth.

"So, I can bake supper?" Balthazar asked innocently.

Everyone groaned, "yesss," Gabriel muttered, Balthazar smiled.

Balthazar loved to cook, he would take out his rolling pin and cutting board, and he would MAKE FOOD.

He made everything, from cobblers to baguette, from foccatia bread to enchiladas, from biscotti to lava cakes from samosa's to gyoza's, he could do it all.

At this point he was working at the bakery because he still needed enough money to open his own restaurant, he graduated from culinary school only a couple months ago, which was rather amusing since Raphael is still there and Balthazar went in two years after.

But I guess that's because Raphael is studying to be a teacher.

So every holiday there is, Balthazar would make a huge dinner for it, and for some reason he always asks our permission first.

"So Castiel, you could invite two of your friends if you want," Michael suggested. I looked up, "oh, yeah sure," I muttered.

"I mean it this time, you should really invite someone," Michael continued.

I nodded again. Usually Michael would suggest inviting two of my friends over, but I never really had many friends so that ended up with just the family again.

Once or twice I've had a friend but I'd try to invite them again and they'd lie that they have something to do, it's not like I can read minds but I can just tell if they're lying or not, they probably just don't want to come back because it was really awkward.

But maybe whoever I invite this time will stay.

"So who do you think you can invite?" Michael asked.

I shrugged "I guess, I could invite Dean... Um, and his brother probably," I said.

Third persons

Dean walked down the hallway, Castiel ran up to him. "Hey!" Castiel called.

Dean turned, "oh hey, Cas."

"Hey, so um, i know we just met but, still, um you see, in my family, every holiday we have this huge dinner thing, and I can invite someone so-"

"Your inviting me to a patriot day dinner?" Dean interrupted.

"Uh yeah," Castiel muttered "but, I mean if your dad or whatever doesn't want you to come that fine, it's just if you want to and you brother can come too... If he wants."

Dean paused. Free good food on Sunday, a real holiday dinner...

"Sure! Sure I'll come, my dads away so he doesn't care and Sam'll come too," Dean said.

"Great! Um, I guess Gabriel can just pick us all up from school and I can show you around the house and then have supper and Gabriel can drive you guys back to your motel," Castiel said.

Dean nodded "that'll work."

"Actual dinner?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"Yeah, actual dinner and it's not like we don't do that, it's just were going because its free food," Dean said.

"Yeah but we never have holiday dinners and certainly not for patriot day," Sam added.

Dean shrugged "well, this'll be a first, and don't tell dad he'll freak at us, and bring for knife just in case."

Castiels POV

(AN: school started on Tuesday, then it was Wednesday, then Thursday was when Cas invited Dean to patriot day, so here it is on Friday. And I just skipped the day, lets get to the good stuff)

Gabriel drove up blasting "Sympathy for the devil" by the Rolling Stones. I sighed, I glanced over to Sam and Dean, standing next to me, expecting to see a look of confusion as if asking what song he was playing, but Dean was grinning and nodding his head to the beat.

Sam looked like a long suffering father of a naughty, foolish kid.

Gabriel stuck his head out his window and said "hey y'all climb in the back then and dON'T MUCK UP THE FLOOR!"

I sighed and climbed in the front "don't bother," I muttered. Gabriel glared at me as Sam and Dean climbed in the back without taking there shoes off.

We drove back to my house blasting classic rock, when we arrived at the gates to our house, I noticed Sam and Dean craning there necks to see over the gate.

On either side of the posts was black fence to block other people from entering or property.

Gabriel climbed out of the car and unlocked the gates then climbed back in, the gates slowly opened from not being held closed.

They creaked and opened revealing our front yard, there was a large flower box complete with Blathazars roses in the centre, Gabriel drove around that, our house was only two floors high so it didn't tower over us or anything.

On the left side of our house was our pool, it was an Olympic size pool, but Sam and Dean didn't see it since there was neatly trimmed bushes in front of it.

On the right side of our house was just more grass, boxes of roses lined our house.

On the left side of our house was a garage, that had Gabriels motorcycle in it, (the one he bought and then Michael decided to only let himself access the bank account).

Next to the garage was a huge set of doors, carved oak wood with stained glass in the centre making cool illusions. There was windows on the other side of the door, those windows let sun into the living room.

Gabriel parked next to Michaels car, the "soccer mom" car. it did look a hell of a lot like a soccer mom car though, a red caravan... i shiny red though, polished and gleaming but it fit all of our family in it so that was a bonus.

"Okay everybody get out," Gabriel said in one smooth sentence.

We climbed out of the car then Gabriel drove back around to re lock the gate. "why don't you guys have a limo or something?" Sam asked.

"Michael always said 'what's the use of having a drivers license, if you never drive?' And 'I wouldn't want to take to a limo to the grocery store'" I replied easily, many people asked me that before.

"Oh," Sam muttered.

We walked up to the doors, and I pushed them open saying, "come on, I'll show you around."

Once inside the doors, there's a staircase to your left that goes up to the second floor, there is another staircase like that on your right.

In front of you is a relatively large room with three big black couches making a half square thing, a small carpet is underneath a glass coffee table.

Behind the living room there is a door frame that led to the dining room and kitchen, on the other side there is doorways that led to the exercise room, bathroom and other rooms.

Up the staircase is a second floor with rows of doors labeled with our names, the members that are gone's doors are locked so no one goes in them.

"This is the living room," I said.

Sam and Dean stared at it, Dean turned to me "you guys don't have a TV?" He asked.

I nodded "we don't, we each have our own laptops but we never watch TV so there's no point in having one."

Dean nodded. I walked past the living room into the dining room and kitchen.

"Here's our dinning room," I said.

The long table was like the doors, it was carved oak wood, only it was only carved slightly on the edge.

The chairs were the same and they had labels too.

We walked past that into the kitchen, the kitchen was very big, the fridge took up a lot of room then there was counter space then the washing machine and more counter space then the oven. On the other side there was more counter space and lots of storage space.

Then off to the side there was a large pantry filled with, well, everything.

"Kitchen," I said briefly then turned around and headed through the living room to the other side, where the exercise room and toy room (which was for Samandriel and I when we were young so now it's and empty room with a creepy Barbie doll in the corner that no one wants to touch because she just stares at you and smiles like she can't wait to come an murder you in your sleep, she's been there for a while.) And the crap room (which was called storage but when you walk into it it looks like someone dumped all there trash and shoved it up against the walls so we - except Michael - call it the crap room.) then of course there was the downstairs bathroom, which had a claw foote bathtub and large counter top and sink, and of course there was a toilet.

"Here's the exercise room, toy room, bathroom and crap room," I said poker faced.

Sam and Dean turned to look at me. "You don't even want to know," I stated. They nodded in unison and turned away.

We walked back out to the living room and walked up the staircase.

Michaels room was on the far end, and mine was right next to it, we put wood on the door to Michaels walk-in closet and smashed through the wall into it from the hallway, so my room was accessible from the hallway.

I poked my head inside and said "yeah, this is my room," then I walked down the hallway and reached the other end - which was Samandriels room and the other bathroom - "and yeah, that's it," I said shrugging, "oh well, there's the yard but its just mostly grass so not that interesting," I added before Sam or Dean could complement.

"So how do you guys keep this place under control?" Sam asked, running his hand along the door frame, there was no dust.

"We have a maid and gardener that come in on Monday morning, the gardener just mows the lawn though since Balthazar dead heads and trims his roses so there usually fine," I explained.

We spent about and hour running around in the back yard and trying to figure out how to play the Star Trek theme song on my stand up bass.

We went downstairs at one point to see Balthazar slathering greek spices all over a second chicken.

The other one was baking in the oven, he was obviously making Athenian chicken, we've had it some times before and man, it was delicious.

By the time Balthazar called us all down for dinner we were all sitting around my room asking the question of doom: "so what do you wanna do?"

We rushed down the stairs the smell of Athenian chicken filling the air.

We were about half way down the stairs when we saw Samandriel racing back up the staircase a frightened look on his face. I sighed.

"What's his problem?" Dean asked after Samandiel was gone.

"He's a vegan," I explained "he went to visit out cousin Virgil at the slaughter house and, well became a vegan, I'm not sure what he saw in there but he looked pretty traumatized when he came home, every time we have some type of meat for supper he freaks out, runs to his room, and eats celery, celery of all things."

I shook my head.

Sam and Dean glanced back up at the top of the staircase where Samandriel hid in his room.

"Oookay," Dean said slowly.

We continued down the stairs and arrived at the dinner table.

Everyone was there already except Gabriel.

I gestured to the five empty chairs "just sit in an empty chair, except that one-" I pointed at dad's chair-"anywhere else is fine," I said then sat down in mine.

Dean sat down in the chair next to me and Sam sat next to him.

The two chickens had been cut up and were spread out on four different plates.

There was baguette bread, (still warm from the oven) corn, ripe freshly picked tomatoes, spinach salad (with Balthazars special sauce which he won't tell us what it is) and of course the Athenian chicken.

Sparkling apple juice was on the table for the minors but fine wine was passed out of those over 19.

"Where's Gabriel?" Michael asked suddenly.

Balthazars eyes bugged out "oh shit, I forgot to put the dessert in the fridge," he cursed as he climbed out of his chair.

"Gabriel!" He yelled as he ran into the kitchen.

I looked at Sam and Dean, they looked back at me, unsure what to say.

We heard a muffled voice come from the kitchen then Balthazar yelling "drop it!" Followed by Gabriel yelling "my tart!" Then more movement and a couple minutes later a very miffed Balthazar returned and sat back down.

"I'll have to make more tarts dessert might be a little late," he hissed as Gabriel slinked out of the kitchen.

Gabriel plopped down in his seat and said "were going to waste all our money on health food and I eat ONE tart and you guys freak at me, unfair."

"One," Balthazar said "you ate six tarts not just one and two, we have jobs you know, we don't need to rely on funds from dad so we don't need to worry about running out of money!"

Gabriel sighed, "sorry," he muttered sarcastically.

"Pass the salt," Michael whispered, who had been serving himself while Balthazar and Gabriel bickered.

Gabriel handed it to him.

"Um-" Sam started "I don't know any of your names," he said.

"Oh sorry," Balthazar said through a mouthful of bread he had just taken from the basket in front of him.

"I'm Balthazar that's Gabriel, and-"

"I'm Michael and the guy that's eating veggies in his room is Samandriel," Michael interrupted.

"Thanks," Sam muttered and started serving himself.

"So who's Sam and and who's Dean?" Gabriel asked.

"I'm Dean," Dean said while he reached for the chicken.

"And I'm Sam," Sam said as he spooned spinach salad onto his plate.

I served myself too, Dean leaned over and asked "funds from your dad?"

I nodded "our dad used to give us money but he doesn't anymore, he stopped when I was really little," I explained.

"Yeah!" Gabriel piped up, "last thing we got from dad was two thousand bucks cash and Castiel in a basket with a note telling us who he was."

My cheeks flushed "er yeah, I was really young."

"You were just over two days old Castiel, our father probably ran off with your mother," Michael said, he seams to always become really quiet and sad whenever we talk about dad, he knew him the most of course.

I nodded awkwardly, but Sam and Dean were both scarfing down there food.

I took a couple bites of my corn then a thought struck me.

"Hey, what are you guys going to do when you graduate?" I asked.

Sam set his fork down sadly and swallowed.

"I uh, have to continue with the family business," he said.

Dean swallowed his chicken and said "hey this is really good chicken, and yeah me too."

"What's that?" I asked again.

"Mechanic," Sam said glumly.

"Well, what do you want to do?" I continued.

Dean shrugged "family business is fine by me," he said shoving his face with food.

Sam shrugged "I haven't really considered much, I'm not sure, I mean, I don't really have a choice, ya know? It's okay really, my dad says I'll learn to like it," he muttered, then he picked his fork back up and continued to eat his salad.

"What about you?" Dean asked.

I shrugged "actually, I think I wanna go find my dad first, then I have no idea."

Balthazar, Gabriel and Michael all dropped there forks.

"You what?" Michael said, "Castiel, you know what our father thinks of us, he, he thought we'd grow up amazing and successful, do you know what he would think of you if you showed up without a degree or a, an idea of what your going to do with your life? Castiel, he hated me because at the age of 12 I didn't know what University I was going-" Michael stopped, he looked back down at his plate and sighed, "no Cas just no, your going to college when you graduate."

"I- uh, yeah, it was just silly, just a stupid little dream," I stammered, though I really did want to go find my dad.

As soon as I graduate in going to do that, I just hope Samandriel doesn't take Gabriel's motorcycle and book it himself with his vegan leather jacket, Samandriel is working on getting his drivers licence so he can do that, everybody knows, but Michael is keeping a close eye on him, and the garage is locked with a key only Michael has.

We ate in silence, sort of, Sam and Dean were enjoying their meal but Gabriel and Balthazar would start conversations and then go on for a bit then end awkwardly.

Gabriel started trying to get Sam to eat some candy since all Sam was eating was corn and spinach salad but he wouldn't do it.

By the time everyone was finished we were all stuffed from the huge meal, no one was up for dessert quite yet.

Sam, Dean and I made our way up the stairs as Michael and Balthazar cleaned up, Gabriel snuck off to the exercise room, to relax on the yoga mats all piled on top of each other.

We hung out in my room, continuing to try to play the Star Trek theme song or rearranging my bulletin board which was cluttered with photos of myself or my family and birthday cards and Christmas cards sent from relatives I didn't know I had who didn't have the decency to come and visit.

Dean came across a picture from a summer camp Michael had sent me off too when I was still in sixth grade.

He didn't tell me at first, he just stared at it.

It was the group photo thing they take every year, and well, there was a reason Michael didn't send me back the next year.

My hair had been ruffled and I was half smiling like I really wanted to go die but I couldn't, I still had a lot of acne then and it was dotting my forehead and chin, I was in the front row since I was one of the shortest.

I looked like a was sweating - or crying - I was sweating but the light of the picture made it look like I was bawling my eyes out.

My ugly camp shirt was covered in dust and grass stains, or course everyone else's t shirt was the same, but mine was worse, two guys behind me were making moose antlers on my head, while smiling innocently like I had asked them.

"Uuuh..." Dean sad pointing at it.

I glanced up, I had been laughing at a picture of me and my family when we had visited the aquarium, Gabriel was licking a lollipop and Lucifer (who hadn't been jailed yet) was trying frantically to get it out of him mouth while the rest of us smiled and didn't realize anything was happening.

I glanced over at it, then my eyes widened and I snatched it out I his hand, "don't look at that!" I hissed.

"What was that?" Dean asked a smirk on his face.

I looked back down at it, I remember Michael had called the councillors after to yell at them since those to guys behind me had even shoving me around every day of the two weeks i've been there and they "hadn't noticed" then he got mad at me for not telling anyone.

But if there was one thing I learned from dudes my age was you didn't tell an adult if you were being picked on, that showed signs of weakness.

"It was just a stupid summer camp," I grumbled shoving the picture in a garbage can.

"Why'd you keep it if it was that bad?" Dean asked.

I shook my head "Gabriel probably fished it out of the garbage can and put it there for me to find when I was moving out," I said.

Sam patted me on the shoulder "we've all been embarrassed at summer camps before, there's nothing bad about it," he said.

I smiled half heartily, "thanks," it was awkward to be comforted by a freshman but I knew Sam had been threw a lot, he had that look to him.

"Sam could I talk to you for a moment?" Dean asked, standing up.

"Excuse us," Sam said quickly and stood up to follow Dean.

They talked outside my room for a bit, I could tell yet were talking about me, I heard my name a couple times and the words "dad" "don't" "finished" and "moving" we're mentioned often.

The rest I didn't catch.

By the time they were finished Balthazar called us down for dessert.

We ate it happily, he had made blackberry tarts with whipping cream and a rich mixed berry syrup.

After dessert was finished we sat around and talked till Dean mentioned it was getting late, while Balthazar and Michael cleaned up, Gabriel and I drove Sam and Dean home.

That was a long chapter, kind of random but they had I get to know each other some way other than detention.

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