Author's Note:

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Everything was pretty quiet after all of the lunch hour drama, well, aside from Garth constantly asking if Cas wanted him to get vengeance. But what could a 90 pound-when-wet guy like Garth do against someone like Jet? Or Dean even? It just wasn't something that was possible, even if two 90 pound guys ran at them it'd just be a joke. "Don't worry about it, Garth."

"What do you mean 'don't worry about it'?" Garth's jaw dropped, "Man, they can't get away with that kind of shit!"

"Well they're going to, what the hell can we do about it? Tell the teachers or something? Well they already know and none of them are doing anything." He adjusted his glasses and smiled a little, "Besides, I've already gotten enough revenge for something today."

"Michael punching Raphael was a funny story but it's not good enough, Cas." Garth grumbled.

Cas really couldn't care less about what Jet did, or Dean for that matter, just as long as they didn't try to spread the 'Cas is gay' line. As true as it might be in reality, he still didn't want it getting out. High school had been a very unforgiving place so far and he wasn't exactly looking forward to what these people would do to him if they found out. Just checking out another guy's dick in the bathroom was enough to get him tied naked to a flag pole, for pete's sake! That secret was something he'd definitely rather keep to himself.

During the last classes of the day, one was American history and the other English Language Arts; he tried to sit as far away from people like Dean and Jet though he could feel eyes on him, burning into him. He cleared his throat and sat as straight as he could, despite the feeling of judgement. He was whoever he wanted to be, so screw them.

Of course that never really works, does it? By the end of the day he walked with hunched shoulders like always, trying to disappear into the walls like he used to. He wasn't always given attention by the bullies and jerks in the school, he often just became a wall flower, a lot of people didn't even really know his name and if they did he was 'Michael's little brother' or 'little Novak'. It sucked to be so unnoticeable but it was even worse for them to zero in on him. At this point he just longed for the solitude he was used to, it was better than being tied to a flag pole...

He shoved his headphones over his ears and cranked the volume on his walkman; he didn't dare wait outside the school for Michael. He wanted to bob his head to the first song that he shuffled it to but knew he was still in full view of anyone at school, that kind of behaviour wasn't right for someone as unpopular as him. Only cool people were allowed to enjoy music publicly.

He just wanted to forget today ever happened.

Dean high fived Jet, their fingers hooked and they pulled one another into a sort of hug, slapping the other on the back. "See you later, man."

"I'll probably come by for supper." Jet smiled and started walking, "Later!" He passed Sam by as he walked down the street, ruffling the boy's hair as he went. "See ya, Sammy."

Sam frowned and fixed his hair, "Bye, Jet." He hurried over to Dean's side and instead of cooperating with the hug his older brother had opened his arms for Sam punched him in the stomach. Of course it didn't hurt much but Dean still winced.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"How could you do that to someone? Tie them to a flag pole naked?" Sam glared at him, and as much as he wanted to Dean could hardly take those big green eyes seriously. "And don't lie to me, I'm the one who untied him."

Dean scratched the back of his head and shrugged, "He was checking me out in the bathroom, kind of creepy."

"Did he really or did Jet say that?" Sam frowned.

"Does it matter? Jet's usually not wrong about those kinds of things." Dean started walking toward home, Sam hurrying along behind him.

"So you can be a jerk to him because of that?" Sam caught up and stared at his big brother intensely.

"You'll get it when you're older." Dean shrugged.

"I'm ten! I'm not an idiot, Dean." Sam pouted.

"Not what I said." Dean ruffled Sam's hair playfully, "Don't worry about it."

Sam grumbled furiously but followed anyway, he hated being little. Everyone in his family always said 'you'll get it when you're older' or 'you're too young for this conversation'. He was old enough! He could handle anything they talked about; clearly none of them realized how good he was at eavesdropping or spying. "He is pretty, though." He muttered.

"What!" Dean turned to look at his little brother, stopping entirely and watching as Sam continued up the sidewalk.

"Cas, his eyes. He looks really pretty without his glasses on, I mean his combed back hair could use some work but I think when he's grown up he'll be really attractive." Sam shrugged but didn't stop to wait for Dean. Not that Sam ever assumed Dean would take his word for it though, he was well aware of the age difference between them and that his opinion on the matter would be moot considering his age.

"You kidding? He'll be a pizza-faced nerd forever, shirt tucked into his slacks hiked up like flood pants." Dean scoffed and followed his clearly delusional little brother.

"He doesn't hike his pants up like that, does he?" Sam made a face, "I mean I knew this morning his shirt was tucked in but I didn't really pay attention to his pants."

"And I hope you never do." Dean started jogging, "Race you."

"No fair, head start!" Sam ran after him, his short legs working harder to keep up.

The boys booked it into the house, Dean won of course, laughing and playing like brothers do until, at least, when they saw their mother's angry face. "Dean, I got a call from the school today."

Dean cleared his throat and straightened up, "Okay..."

"You tied a boy to a flag pole? Naked?"

"He had a shirt on!" Dean exclaimed as if that helped in any way.

"That's not the point, Dean! Do you know how cruel that was?" She crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm very disappointed with you."

"But Jet said that-"

"Don't give me that, you know how you boys are together. It's no excuse, Dean. You were raised better than this." She pointed upstairs, "You're grounded."

"But mom-"

"Upstairs, young man!"

Dean frowned and ran up the stairs to his room, "Whatever."

"And Jet's going to get a talking to when he comes over later," She called after him, and sighed when she heard his door slam shut. "What has gotten into that boy?"

"Jet said that the guy was checking Dean out in the bathroom and things probably got out of hand from there." Sam answered quickly.

Mary rubbed her eyes, "Oh for Pete's sake..." she knelt down and pet Sam's hair down, fixing some of the mess that Dean had left it in earlier. "They also told me you helped that boy out," she smiled and kissed his cheek, "Good job, Sam."

Sam beamed and nodded, "Thanks mom."

"I should call that boy's mom and apologize... Maybe I'll take Dean over there to do it." She mused as she walked toward the living room, "That sounds like a good idea. I'll do that after supper tonight."

Sam shrugged and trotted up the stairs to put his stuff away, ignoring the blasting rock and roll music pounding behind Dean's door.

A few hours later John walked in the door, home from work and covered in grease and oil from the shop. He stretched and slipped his feet out of his shoes just in time for Sam to come running and hug his legs. Still seemed very affectionate for a ten-year-old but John wasn't going to complain, why stifle it? He'd get plenty of no-hugging greetings when Sam was older. "Hey, Sammy." He did the same as everyone else and ruffled the boy's hair. "How was school?"

"Hi dad!" Sam smiled up at him, "School was okay, Dean got in trouble." Quick to rat out his jerk of a brother.

"Oh?" John glanced at Mary who looked a little upset as it was. "I'm sure I'll hear all about it." He smirked at Sam again and handed him his jacket, "Hang that up for me?"

Sam gladly did so, rushing over to the closet. Mary smiled after her energetic son then approached John and kissed his cheek. "School called and said Dean and Jet tied a boy to a flag pole, removed his pants and underwear and just left him there."

John sighed and kissed her back, "Right... So the horrible teenaged years have begun, have they?" He started walking to the bathroom down the hall, "I'll shower and have a talk with him."

"We'll both talk to him," Mary added, "Sam says it's because Jet caught a boy checking Dean out and over reacted."

John mused for a second, "So we might have to just pat Dean on the back then?"

"John! That's a very hateful thing that those boys did, it's not okay to treat anyone that way." Mary snapped.

"Except gays are immoral sinners." John said tiredly.

Mary shook her head, "I can't believe you! We are not raising our boys to be intolerant assholes, John. I'm going to take Dean down to the Novak's house and make him apologize to that poor boy."

"I can't win this one, can I?" John looked at her, "I don't agree with it and my boys are going to understand that I'm definitely not okay with it. You can show them all you want but that doesn't mean I'll accept it."

Mary sighed in frustration and headed back to the kitchen to start on supper, just in time to hear the front door open. "Jet," she looked at the bright eyed teen as he kicked his shoes off.

"Yeah?" He smiled and walked closer though the vibe of anger she was giving off made him stop and take a step back. "What?"

"The school called me about what you and Dean did." She said evenly, his defensive stance not lost on her. "Calm down, I just want to talk to you about it."

Jet nodded slowly, "So... they're calling you about the stuff I do now? Or did Dean mention that I was involved?"

"They mentioned Dean had helped and it doesn't take a lot of thinking to know you were part of it." She crossed her arms and looked at him sternly, "Now why would you do that?"

"Because they guy's a queer." Jet shrugged though he knew he was getting the disapproving look, "Okay, okay, I know we went a little too far on that one, it was an assumption and I was in a bad mood."

"A little too far?" Mary had her scolding voice on, "You tied a poor boy to a flag pole almost naked, that's not just a 'little too far' Jet. I'm taking Dean down to the Novak's house to apologize, and though I'm not forcing you, you should come with."

Jet looked at her sincere expression, the motherly face he still had to get used to once in a while and sighed, "If it'll get you to stop looking at me like that, fine." He glanced up the stairs, "I'm guessing Dean's in his room?"

She nodded and let Jet go up, Dean had been in there for a few hours already so seeing Jet wouldn't be a big deal.

"Dude," Jet knocked on the door several times before opening, "Just got a 'talking to', how ya doing?"

"Frustrated." Dean sighed and sat upright from his position on his bed staring at the ceiling. "I wonder what my dad'll say about all this."

"Probably nothing stern, if you go to him during your, I'm assuming, grounded state you'll probably be able to do almost whatever you want." Jet leaned against the doorframe with a smirk, "Though we'll probably still have to go to Novak's anyway."

"What?" Dean furrowed his brow, "Why would we go there?"

"Your mom didn't tell you yet? She wants us to apologize to Cas." Jet pointed down the stairs with his thumb. "Guess she was only thinking about it before she told me."

"God this is gonna suck." Dean flopped back onto the mattress, "What the hell are we gonna say? Sorry for that, have a good day?"

Jet shrugged, "We over reacted and pushed it too far, I hope we figure out a way to fix it," he chuckled, "Or something like that."

"You're pretty good at this."

"In elementary school they always made us apologize to the person we wronged, I did a lot of fake apologies." Jet smirked, "It's pretty easy and it sounds believable, just as long as the adults don't catch that you're lying."

"I'm a pretty bad liar, might not be so easy." Dean sighed, "Well, fingers crossed that it all blows over and I'm only grounded for the evening."

Jet laughed and nodded, "Pretty much, yeah."

Supper was tense, Mary was mad at John who seemed to be in a foul mood as well. Sam shifted uncomfortably and slowly ate his vegetables first so as not to provoke any angry comments. Dean went straight for the meat, like Jet and John, keeping his eyes down on his plate for the most part.

"Boys," John broke the silence after a while, "Mary wants you to have open minds about the gay or not gay thing and that's fine but I just want you to know that I don't accept it."

"John," Mary sighed, "You don't have to-"

"They need to know ahead of time what I think of it," John cut her off, "So I'm telling them." He looked at Dean and Jet who had both stopped eating to pay attention to him, "I don't disagree with what you two did and if I had my way you wouldn't have to go and apologize to that kid."

Jet smiled a bit and glanced at Dean who wasn't sure what to say, or how to react. He'd always wanted his dad's approval but he loved his mom. What on earth do you do when they disagree on something that drastically? "Uh... thanks dad."

John nodded and went back to his supper; the rest of the meal was eaten in an awkward silence. Once they were finished Mary piled Dean and Jet into the car, Sam wanted to go along for the ride so he clambered into back of the car. He glanced at Jet who had lost the rock-paper-scissors war with Dean just moments earlier, "You're really going to apologize?" He asked genuinely.

Jet's gaze shifted toward Mary in the front and then nodded at Sam, "Yeah of course, it's the right thing to do after all."

Dean scoffed and was promptly smacked by Jet.

Mary tapped her fingers on the steering wheel before getting back out, "I'll be right back, boys." She went inside to have a few words with John. Sam stared through the window though all he could see were their silhouettes through the curtains.

Dean squinted a bit and watched the brief exchange and glanced at Jet who was chuckling. "What?"

"Your mom is giving your dad shit about that little bit during supper." Jet snickered.

"You can you tell?" Dean furrowed his brow and looked back at the window.

"It's just in their stances. Your mom is on the offense and scolding, there's not much they could be talking about." Jet shook his head, "Nah, John's angry little 'I hate gay people' is going to be stunted or something ugly's gonna happen."

Sam looked at Dean worriedly who smiled at his little brother, "It's okay Sammy, I wouldn't worry about it too much."

Sam nodded and fiddled with his seat belt.

"You know it wasn't that bad." Jimmy, Castiel's father said quietly as he watched his son slowly melt into the couch cushions. "I had a pretty rough time in high school too, kiddo."

"I'm sure it wasn't as bad as today." Cas muttered, his fingers deftly manoeuvring over his controller as he played his Skyrim game. He'd wanted the PC version but their desktop computer was pretty old and the better one was used by his mom for her work so he was forbidden to touch it most of the time. So he was stuck with the console version.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow as he watched Castiel's character swing a great sword and massacre a farmer's cow and chicken. "I may not have been exposed to my classmates before but... Well... You can't let these things get to you."

"How can I not!" Cas shouted as he paused the game and stared up at his father, "how can I not let it get to me, dad? I'm a social outcast! I'm ugly and awkward and everything I do is used against me in some way."

Jimmy sighed and sat down beside him, "I was a nerd in high school too, glasses and slicked down hair, and the worst skin complexion." He smiled at his son, "But you grow out of that."

"And the fact that I'm a living stick person?" Castiel pouted, pulling at his Batman pyjama shirt for emphasis.

"That's not even a question, Cas. You'll get taller, broader, and after that you just have to work out, exercise a bit and you'll be as handsome as Michael." Jimmy chuckled, rubbing Cas' shoulders.

"Except I have the worst eyesight, they don't make contacts for my kind of vision."

"Well they do but we can't afford them." Jimmy shrugged, "When you get a job and save up money maybe you can pay for laser eye surgery or something."

Cas scoffed and shoved his dad playfully, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

The doorbell rang, startling them both. Cas looked at Jimmy curiously and his dad shrugged before walking over to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi, my name's Mary Winchester-"

Cas' mind blanked after hearing that, Mary Winchester, Dean's mom. What on earth was she doing here? He got up and peered out of the living room at the front door, at his first glance she was the only one he could see however there were other pairs of legs beyond hers. He squinted a little see them better and recognized they belonged to a shorter person, much shorter, must be Sam.

"Certainly, Cas would you come here?" Jimmy called over to him, motioning for him to come closer.

Cas swallowed and looked down at himself, suddenly despising his comfort-clothing choice. A batman t-shirt that was way too big on him and a pair of black and white plaid pyjama bottoms. Regardless though it might just be Mary and Sam, not a huge deal. He walked over and looked out the door past her briefly, an absent-minded thing that resulted in his heart nearly stopping. Dean and Jet were standing there too. 'Kill me now, please.' He thought miserably, taking a slight step back.

"Hi, Castiel." Mary smiled, "I believe Dean and Jet have something they'd like to say to you."

She stepped aside for them, moving Sam out of their way as well. Dean cleared his throat and followed Jet's lead as he walked a bit closer. "Cas," Jet started and sounded incredibly sincere, Cas had to remind himself why these two were on his doorstep. "I'd like to apologize for earlier today; I went too far with it and over reacted. You didn't deserve that."

"I'm sorry, Cas." Dean offered as well, "There isn't an excuse for what we did."

Cas raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mary briefly before looking back at them, he knew what this was. They were being forced by Dean's mother to apologize, he wasn't sure if he wanted to point it out or not. "Okay." Was all he offered as a reply, he really wasn't in the mood for this. The guy he'd had a crush on for nearly a year had tied him to a flag pole earlier that day, people should understand that he didn't feel like going along with the stupid charade.

"Cas," Jimmy looked at him, "Is that all you have to say?"

Dean and Jet both looked at him strangely and he furrowed his brow, pushed his glasses up his nose and walked back into the living room, "They should be glad I said that much! Those liars are only doing it because Mrs. Winchester is here watching them."

Mary sighed, "Oh dear..."

Jimmy mimicked her sigh and looked at her with a shrug, "He's a tad upset."

"I don't blame him." She looked at the two perturbed teens, "Come on guys, let's go home."

"He's good." Jet said decidedly and headed back to the car.

"Why wouldn't he accept the apology?" Dean asked, "We came and said sorry, he should be happy."

Cas felt his face light up with anger, his hand finding the closest solid item as he stormed toward the door, "I should be happy?" He nearly shrieked (thanks to his voice cracking) and smashed Dean on the head with what turned out to be his mom's vase, shattering it into pieces. "You arrogant, selfish, self-righteous asshole! Fuck you, I should be happy! I don't need your fake apologies, Dean! Get the hell away from my house!" He swung and missed this time with whatever piece he had left in his hand.

Jimmy grabbed him and hauled him backward, "Castiel! What has gotten into you?"

Dean rubbed his head and stumbled backward, Mary ushering him toward the car, "What the hell?" Dean muttered in a daze, he'd never had someone lash out at him like that before.

"I'm terribly sorry," Jimmy looked at Mary who sort of waved it off.

"We'll get going, it's okay." She caught Jet's arm as he moved to get revenge, "Jet, in the car."

He frowned but listened to her.

Cas snarled as he watched the Winchester's vehicle drive away. He pulled himself free of Jimmy's grip and stomped inside. "Wow," Michael said nearly breathless from the spectacle, "Look at you."

"Shut up, Michael." Cas fumed as he saved his game and turned off the console.

"Seriously, I'm impressed." Michael grinned, "Nice arm."

"I'm not impressed!" Jimmy panicked, "What am I supposed to tell your mother when she comes down here?"

"Whatever you want." Cas ran up to his room and slammed the door behind him. He leaned against it and slumped down to the floor, curling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He was going to hear about that one tomorrow, he was pretty sure.