I am sorry for not posting this earlier, I got caught up with another fic and I forgot to upload last friday.
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The boys decided it was time to hit the grocery store, and while Cas was inside, getting everything they needed, Dean went to the library to pick up Sam. His little brother had completely forgotten about the time, and had a couple of books under his left arm as he opened the front door.
"Oy, Cas rides shotgun, remember? You do it the rest of the time."
Sam shrugged, and Dean turned on some music, even though the drive to pick up Cas was short. He thought about the phone call he had with his father earlier, and sighed. He couldn't go home tonight, and neither could Sam. He'd just have to hope that he didn't remember it tomorrow when he woke up. That wasn't exactly a happy thought, either.
X
Gabriel cooked dinner that night. He made mashed potatoes and meatballs, all home made. He was quite fond of home made food; not only did It taste much better, but it was also quite fun to make it.
"Castiel! Dean! Sam! Dinner's served!" he shouted up the stairs, and the teenagers came thundering down to wash their hands.
They all found their places at the table – Castiel and him self sitting where they usually sat, facing each other. Dean volunteered to sit down next to Gabriel, so his brother wouldn't feel awkward. As they ate, Castiel and Gabriel started talking about how the week had been, how big the universe is, Gabriel's job, Castiel's grades, and everything in between. Gabriel could see that his brother's friends were new to talking during dinner, but he decided not to think too much about it. Maybe they were just a little tired.
"So, Dean … Have you got any hobbies?" Gabriel asked, trying to get the Whinchesters to join the conversation. The boy stopped chewing for a moment, and flushed down the potatoes with a sip of water, clearly thinking.
"I like cars. I work at an autoshop in town. Only a few hours a week, but it's nice. I like it," he answered, and sent Gabriel a little smile.
"So mechanics is your hobby. What about you, Sam?"
Sam smiled, and put down his fork and knife. "Well, I read a lot. I usually go straight to the library after school, and stay there until I've got to get home to go to bed."
Gabriel mentally raised an eyebrow at this. Sam read, probably to escape reality, and he didn't even go home from the library before he had to go to bed? Yet, he forced himself to smile.
Castiel smiled at his brother. "I forced Sam into reading John Green's books."
Gabriel nodded, and they all finished their dinners in a comfortable silence before putting their plates into the dishwasher.
X
They all made their way upstairs, and sat down on the couch in the living room between Castiel's and Gabriel's bedrooms.
"So, what should we do?" Dean asked, sitting there next to Castiel, a few centimeters closer than necessary. He had taken off his shirt, and was only wearing a black t-shirt, which was just tight enough to give Cas a good look at his torso.
"Isn't this a sleepover?" Sammy asked, grinning.
"Well, yes, I guess it is."
"Then let's play truth or dare!"
Cas and Dean shared a look, smiling at each other before they gave Sam an approving nod. Of course the younger Winchester noticed this, but he made sure not to mention it – he didn't want to make Dean embarrassed or angry.
"Well, of course. You should start."
Sam shook his head, looking at his older brother. "Why don't you start, Dean?"
Dean smiled, looking at Castiel. Then he looked at his brother again. Who should he ask? He decided it would be best to ask Sam.
"Sam, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Who's your crush?" Dean grinned, mostly because his brother's face took the colour of a tomato.
"I don't have one."
Castiel looked questionly at Sam. "Then why did you blush?"
"Jessica. Okay? Her name is Jessica! Castiel, truth or dare?"
Castiel thought for a minute, before choosing dare. Now, it was Sam's turn to think.
"Kiss Dean."
Castiel looked at Dean, blushing. Dean just smiled back at him, leaning in for a little kiss. Just a loving peck on the lips: nothing more. But they certainly hadn't forgotten about earlier.
They parted, and looked at Sam, who was slightly surprised. His brother, the straightest of all dudes in America, had just kissed another dude without even complaining once.
"It is my turn now. Dean."
"Truth."
"What is your happiest memory?"
"Last year," Dean answered with a smile. "New year's eve. Sammy and I drove out to the lake with the boot full of fireworks, and we fired them until early in the morning."
Cas found it a little strange that their father hadn't been with them, but he didn't mention it.
"Sounds fun," he said instead, and yawned, letting his head rest on Dean's shoulder, quickly getting his arm around him.
Sam ignored that as well.
"So, my turn. Castiel?"
"Yes? Oh. Truth."
"Your happiest memory?" He asked, one hand running through his boyfriend's messy hair. Sam cleared his throat. Guys, I'm still here.
Castiel closed his eyes, his mind travelling back in time. He knew it would be something he'd experienced with Gabriel, but what?
"Christmas 2006. I was nine. The whole family met up at my grandmother's house for Christmas dinner, and after what we exchanged presents. I bought Gabriel a wristwatch, and he was so happy when he unwrapped it. "
Dean listened carefully to what Castiel had to say, but when he heard Cas mention the date, his mind threw a flashback at him.
X
"Dean?"
A six-year-old boy was sitting on the couch, watching telly while his ten-year-old brother sat by the table, attempting to do his homework. It was freezing cold, and they both wore their outside clothes, even though they were inside. Their father had told them not to turn on the heat.
"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean answered, without taking his eyes off the book. He had bruises all over his neck, and his cheek was all green and yellow. Sam did not know why; he had tried to ask, but his brother never shared anything of that with him.
"When's dinner?"
Sam took his eyes off the telly, and looked at his brother. Took it all in; his freckles, the amulet he had given him the year before. Dean never went anywhere without it, and Sam was really proud to be the one who had given it to him.
Dean sighed and put down his pen, looking at his brother.
"Now, if you are hungry?" He smiled, hoping it would trick his brother as he stood up to look into the fridge. Perfect. No food.
"What do you want, Sammy? Come over here, you can pick whatever you want."
Sam grinned widely, thinking the fridge was full of christmas sweets and different foods, getting his hopes so high he struggled not to cry when Dean picked up their only eatable possession; Beans. Beans in tomato sauce like the ones you have for breakfast.
Dean could see this, and it really broke his heart. He would never have wanted this for his little brother. He could still remember how it had been before their mom died, he could remember how they had eaten stuffed turkey for dinner, and how exited he had been for Christmas day. He had been so exited he couldn't sleep, and he had woken up in the middle of the night, gone down to the living room and eaten a whole bunch of Christmas cookies.
How come they never did anything for Christmas like all the other families did? Of course Dean knew the answer. Because everywhere they went, people rejected his dad. And now, during Christmas, their dad would be drinking more than ever. It sure wasn't their father's fault. He was a failture himself. That was why his dad hated him, and that was why Sam had to study, to make sure their dad would at least like him a little. It was his job to look after his little brother, and it was his job to give Sammy Christmas this once. Even though their father might ruin it, he would give Sammy half of a good memory.
And with that in mind, the ten-year-old went into their bedroom to get his savings. Sammy was going to have the best Christmas of them all.
X
"Dean? "
Sam's voice woke him up from his trance.
"He's good. Let the game continue!"
Gabriel came into the upstairs living room, smiling to the boys. "I'm going to bed. Remember to shut all the lights off before you get your beauty sleep, yeah? And double-check the doors, to see if they're closed?"
Castiel nodded, sending his brother an assuring smile.
"Don't stay up too late. And -" Sam caught Gabriel's eye, and Gabriel mumbled "nevermind" before heading for his bed room.
The boys held the game running for about half an hour. They all thought it was fun, how Sam had to eat four leafs, Castiel didn't dare to eat a worm and Dean had to take off his trousers, but eventually it got late, and Sam decided it was a good idea to go to bed.
"Castiel?" Dean said, after sitting on the couch for about four minutes with the other male without saying a word.
Castiel got eye contact with Dean, too lazy to answer in any other way.
"Come here."
Dean held out his arms to the other male, who gladly scooped closer, his head on Dean's chest. Dean remembered that he was half naked, and reached out for his pants but Castiel just caught his hand in his.
"I would never dream of it."
Dean grinned, and let one hand run through his hair. He closed his eyes, just relaxing, but he jumped so high he could have thrown Cas over the other side of the room when he felt something warm and wet on his neck.
He opened his eyes, looking directly into the blue eyes of the other male.
"Damn it, Cas!"
Castiel looked down, and got off Dean's chest.
"I am so sorry, I do not want to scare you," he apologized, and Dean sat up.
"No, I'm sorry, it was just so … unexpected. You don't scare me. Why don't we go to bed?"
The talled man smiled, and kissed Castiel's cheek. When he didn't respond, he sighed, and sat down next to him again, kissing his cheek once again. No response.
Dean grinned. It he was going to do one thing, it was to get rid of Castiel's poker face.
He pressed his lips against his jaw, and placed one thigh on either side of the other man's hips.
He continued kissing the other mans neck, sucking, licking, nibbling the skin, leaving behind red marks on his path.
"Don't force me to play this dirty," Dean warned, looking into the other boy's blue eyes. Castiel didn't even smile with his eyes as he answered, "I would like to see you try."
Dean kissed Caastiel's mouth, a messy kiss with a lot of tongue and teeth. Even though Castiel was just as in for the kiss as Dean was, there was no sign of that when they parted, and that annoyed Dean a little.
Then Dean got the rules of their game. He was going to make Castiel's poker face disappear, but he couldn't make him do it too loud, as there were brothers in the other rooms of the house.
He ripped up Castiel's purple shirt, exposing his tan skin and throwing the shirt on the floor. Castiel let him do it, and he looked at Dean while he saw his bare chest for the first time. He wasn't going to break that easily.
He could feel Dean's hands running over his body, and he closed his eyes, fully aware that he could not hold back the corners of his mouth as they turned slightly upwards. Dean was too busy to notice that, kissing Castiel passionately. He wanted to remove all clothes so bad, but he knew he couldn't because no one was supposed to see his scars. That would just cause a major drama for everyone, and neither Dean nor Sam wanted to move somewhere else.
Castiel tugged Dean's t-shirt, looking up at him, saying with a normal voice: "Care to take that off?" Dean let the t-shirt fall to the ground, but Castiel didn't seem to see any of the scars. Probably because of the dimmed lights or the fact that neither boy wanted to end the kiss. When they finally parted again they were both breathing heavier, looking into each other's eyes, and he knew Dean could feel his hard on.
Dean placed a hand over Castiel's crotch, clutching it just a little. Castiel bit his lower lip, and looked away. Dean wasn't wearing any trousers, just his pants so he could see his hard member pretty clearly. And he wanted all of him so bad.
Dean kissed, sucked and nibbeled his way up to Castiel's ear. He could barely hold back his moans, and his hands were on Dean's back, pressing him closer and rubbing against each other. Dean nibbled his earlobe and whispered.
"Should we take this into the bathroom?"
Castiel nodded eagerly, and with that, the boys left the livingroom.