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"Is this really necessary?" Castiel sighed, walking behind his mother who was pushing a grocery cart.
He was looking down at his phone where Jo was texting him incessantly considering they hadn't had a chance to discuss his crush at school.
How long have you had it?
He shook his head and started typing back. Gabriel was off picking out the ingredients to bake Castiel a cake. For all of his brother's faults, he was an excellent baker and had been singlehandedly making everyone's birthday desserts since he was twelve-years-old.
I don't want to talk about it, Jo.
"You know that we like birthdays in our house. Michael and Lucifer are traveling back here from Chicago just to see you for your dinner. We're eating what you like so yes, this is necessary." Rebecca answered, picking up the fresh vegetables to peer at them.
"I would be happy with pizza and a movie." He informed her.
Too bad. You're my best friend and he's like my brother. It's practically my job to get in the middle. Is it his eyes? Do you think about kissing him? What about his ass? Do you like his ass?
"And yet this is what you're receiving. Most children would be grateful for their favorite home-cooked meal." His mother answered, glancing up at him with a slight smile.
He sighed, stepping up and putting his arm around her shoulders.
"I am grateful, Mother. I am just concerned for you. Thanksgiving is two weeks away and I do not want you to be stressed about cooking a meal now just when you are going to be cooking an even bigger meal later." He explained.
She smiled up at him, patting his cheek.
"You're such a sweet boy, Castiel. But this is your birthday and I am going to make it amazing for you. Now do you want steamed broccoli or asparagus? I know you like them both." she said, looking at the two green vegetables.
I'm not talking about this with you, Joanna Beth.
Castiel considered it before looking at her.
"Can I have both?"
Caaaaasstieeeel!
Rebecca grinned and nodded, putting them into the clear bags before laying them in the cart.
"Anything for my precious son." She said, moving on to find meat to make his favorite steaks.
No.
He was glancing around for Gabriel as they passed by aisles when they heard the ruckus. Both Castiel and Rebecca glanced up to see a man stumble out of the alcohol aisle with a furious look on his face.
"You got no right to kick me out of here!" he roared, pointing at someone they couldn't see.
"Sir I am going to have to ask you to escort yourself out before I am forced to call the police!" a voice said strictly, the manager of the store walking out of the aisle with a stern expression.
Castiel almost dropped the package of beef that his mother handed him to hold as he recognized the drunken man who was fighting with the employee.
"This is not good." He murmured.
Rebekah looked at him with big eyes.
"Do you know that man, Castiel?" she asked, wondering where her son could possible come across such a violent and angry man.
"Not particularly. I know his son." He said, hesitating as he wondered if he should go help the employee handle John Winchester.
Gabriel drifted out of the baking aisle to see what the noise was and he glanced back to see them. He walked to them as the scene attracted many looks.
"I want my fucking beer! Get your fucking hands off of me!" John shouted, shoving the man away into a display of cookies.
Castiel dropped the beef into the basket before launching forward, Gabriel hot on his heels after throwing his baking materials into the cart as well. Their mother called after them but they were already approaching them. Castiel helped the store manager up as Gabriel planted himself between John and the other two.
"You need to leave." Gabriel said, his serious tone completely opposite from what he usually heard as his hands curled into fists.
John glared at him before his eyes flickered over his shoulder to Castiel who was asking the manager if he was all right.
"You." he growled.
The dark-haired teenager looked around to see that the Winchester patriarch was glaring daggers at him.
"You're that boy that interrupted me and my son at the school." He said, jabbing a finger in his direction.
Gabriel glanced over his shoulder at Castiel with confusion as John stepped forward.
"You screwing my boy? Is that what it is?"
Castiel's heart skipped a beat at the accusation as Gabriel stepped back to stand beside him protectively.
"You fucking my boy and putting all those unnatural thoughts in his head?" John demanded, pushing forward as his face turned red with fury.
"Hey! You don't get to talk to my son like that!"
They both turned with wide eyes as their mother stomped forward, anger flashing in her eyes as her protectiveness over Castiel came out.
"Mom it's okay." He sighed, stepping towards her.
"No it's not okay! Your fucking son is fucking my son and trying to get him arrested! He's a faggot!" John shouted.
Rebecca looked furious and her tiny hands curled into fists. She launched out and punched him across the nose, sending him staggering backwards. Gasps echoed through the store as John glared in her direction, blood dripping out of his nose.
"You bitch!" he snapped.
He took one step towards her and that was all it took for Castiel to see red. Suddenly he was in front of John. He grasped his wrist and squeezed the pressure point, causing him to howl in pain. His other hand flew out and punched him in stomach, causing him to choke and wheeze as the air was taken out of him.
"Don't you dare touch my mother!" he growled, pinching the point on his neck and forcing him down his knees before punching him in his already bleeding nose.
John reeled backwards, collapsing on the floor moaning and unable to stand. Castiel breathed heavily, staring down at him with fury in his eyes as his heart pounded. Someone was already calling the police as he stepped away, his mother's arms wrapping around him.
"Holy shit, Cassie!" Gabriel exclaimed, patting his shoulder.
"Language, Gabriel." Rebecca berated half-heartedly.
"I think that was an appropriate sentiment given what just happened. I can't believe you're such a badass, little brother."
Castiel took a deep breath and ignored the stinging pain in his hand.
"Who is that, Castiel? How did he know?" Rebecca asked, looking up at him.
"That's Dean Winchester's father, my shop teacher. I saw them at school and interrupted a heated argument that they were in. I suppose he was still angry about it." he said, trying to sound aloof when he was really bothered by what just happened.
If this was truly what Dean had to deal with when he came out to his father, he suddenly didn't feel so sorry for himself when it came to his own family's reactions. At least they were all more than supportive when it came to his sexuality. It seemed like John Winchester wasn't just in denial, but that he was prejudiced against his own son for the way he felt. They stuck around, several other men keeping an eye on John as the police came. When they cuffed him, he lifted his head and glared at Castiel as they led him out. When the store manager explained everything that happened, one of the men walked over to them.
"Mrs. Novak, you were involved in the confrontation, correct?" he asked, recognizing her as the mayor's wife.
"We all were, these are my sons." Rebecca said, stepping up.
He nodded, writing something down on a pad of paper.
"Would it be possible for you three to come down to station and answer some questions about what happened here?" he asked.
Rebecca looked back at their cart full of groceries.
"Can we take those home first?" she asked, causing both of her sons to smile slightly as the cop nodded solemnly.
"I'm signing out, Bobby." Dean said, leaning over the computer and clicking his employee time clock.
"I'll see you tomorrow." The older man said gruffly as he checked out their last customer of the day.
He waved at him and turned to walk out, his phone ringing as he did.
"Hello?" He said simply as he moved towards his Impala that was parked behind the garage.
"Dean Winchester?" a gruff voice asked.
He stopped short, dread settling into the pit of his stomach.
"Yeah? Who's asking?" he questioned.
"Your father, John Winchester, is here at the police station. He was involved in a drunken altercation in the local grocery store. No one is pressing charges but we see that he was arrested a while ago on a driving while intoxicated charge. You are responsible for him so you must come here and collect him."
Dean sighed heavily and pulled his keys out, opening his door.
"Yeah I'll be there in a few minutes." He said, anger and disappointment filling him as he knew that this would happen.
The officer didn't hang up, letting out a sigh.
"You're lucky, boy. It's a good thing the mayor's family are forgiving people or they could have your father in a lot of trouble."
Dean froze, his eyes wide before he started the car.
"The mayor's family?" he repeated, wincing. "The Novaks?"
"Yeah, he attacked one of the Novak sons. Just a kid..."
Dean started the car with a rumble, interrupting the man.
"I'm on my way now." He said, fury rising in him as he threw his phone into the passenger seat and tore out of the parking lot.
"I kind of wish we'd been cuffed too." Gabriel sighed as he paced the waiting room.
"We weren't in trouble, Gabriel." Castiel reminded him, rolling his eyes at his brother.
He looked at him with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Doesn't matter, Cassie. A hot policeman or woman cuffing me… so many fantasies, so little time." he said, throwing himself into the seat next to him and propping his feet up on the waiting table.
A door opened and they turned to see their mother and father walking out talking and laughing with Sheriff Henricksen. Castiel and Gabriel both stood as they walked to them.
"You did good, son." Victor said, patting Castiel's shoulder approvingly. "From what I saw on the surveillance tapes, you were pretty handy at taking him down. You ever consider joining the force?"
Castiel shook his head, flushing.
"I was just keeping him away from my mom. Is… is he all right?"
They all looked surprised at his concerned but he wasn't about to admit that he wasn't as much asking about John as much as he was wondering how much Dean would have to deal with.
"He's fine. Just a bruised ribs and a hell of a hangover. He's sobered up now and pretty apologetic. I'm sure that once he's out of here, he'll probably want to apologize to you personally. It's up to you folks or not whether you want that to happen."
Charles looked hesitant as he glanced at Rebecca.
"I'm not sure that will be…"
He was cut off by the sound of a door slamming open. They turned to see Dean storm into the station with a furious look on his face. Castiel felt dread filling him and part of him wanted to hide behind his parents and the sheriff. For some reason, his mind entertained the thought that it might be him that the mechanic was angry with.
"Is that your teacher?" Rebecca asked quietly as Dean went up to the receptionist desk and spoke in low tones with her.
Castiel nodded simply, stepping around his father to watch as Dean's head turned to face them. Unidentifiable emotions flickered over his face before he nodded at her and turned to walk to them.
"Mayor Novak, Mrs. Novak…" he sighed, nodding at them as he ran his fingers through his hair.
His eyes flickered to Castiel and the teenager bit his lip at the spark of anger that still showed in them.
"I am so sorry for my father's behavior. I can't explain enough how apologetic I am." He said, misery clear in his voice.
Chuck leaned around his wife and held out a hand.
"It's not your fault, son." He said, shaking Dean's hand who looked slightly relieved. "I'm just glad he got away minimally hurt."
Dean frowned, his brow furrowing. His eyes glanced at Castiel and darted over his figure to see that he wasn't injured at all.
"Who got minimally hurt?" he asked.
Rebecca looked hesitant, reaching back to put her hand on Castiel's shoulder.
"He got a little carried away in his protectiveness. I think your father will heal pretty quickly but Castiel can be quite… aggressive… at times. Especially with growing up with three equally aggressive older brothers."
Dean's eyes widened and he looked at Castiel before a flicker of a smile appeared on his face.
"You took down my dad?" he asked, surprising everyone else with the impressed tone in his voice.
Castiel blushed deeper and shrugged.
"I wasn't thinking too much. I just… acted. I don't think I damaged him too badly." He said quickly, trying to keep the other male from getting angry at him.
Dean's smile got a little bigger.
"Did you use that pressure point thing you told me about?" he asked.
Castiel nodded slowly, feeling his family's eyes on him.
The mechanic nodded slowly, reaching out to pat his arm.
"Well to be honest, Cas. I kind of wish you'd kicked his ass a little more. God knows he could use it." he said, moving past him and nodding at the deputy who came out to take him to his father.
Castiel watched as he walked off, Dean glancing over his shoulder and shooting him one last smile before disappearing down the hallway.
"Well that went much better than I imagined." Rebecca sighed with relief.
"It's a good thing Mr. Winchester likes our boy." Chuck said, patting his other shoulder as Castiel couldn't tear his eyes off of the direction that Dean walked away in.
He pulled him in the direction of the door as the sheriff walked them out, obviously wanting to keep the good will of the mayor and his family.
"Have a great day." Victor said as they walked out towards the car.
Castiel was staring down at his feet as they walked.
"Cas, huh?" Gabriel said, nudging him.
"Shut up!" he hissed, shoving him back before climbing into the car with the place where Dean touched him tingling even through his clothes.
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