A FLYING GLASS OF MILK ADJACENT PRODUCTIONS
NOT ASSOCIATED WITH FLYING GLASS OF MILK
CHARACTERS BELONG TO ERIC KRIPKE
BASED ON TRUE FAKE EVENTS
They continued having their fierce face battle as Dean pulled Castiel down onto the bed by his lapels. The two lay next to each other lazily kissing for a while and didn't hear the door open.
"Uh…Dean?" Sam's voice wavered.
Dean's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up on the bed. "H-hey Sammy," he stammered. He could feel the blood rushing to his face. The initial shock of finding his brother and an angel in a male vessel making out was radiating from Sam's face.
The younger Winchester brother swallowed hard and awkwardly cleared his throat. "There's, uh… pie downstairs."
Dean nodded. "Thanks, Sam." He watched as his brother gawkily shuffled backwards out the door and closed it behind him. Castiel sat up next to Dean and Dean let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. The angel put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, Dean." He pressed a light kiss on the human's cheek.
Dean closed his eyes and shook his head a little. "I guess," he breathed. Dean turned his head to face Castiel. "If I don't go down and get pie, Dad will get suspicious." He reluctantly swung his legs off the side of the bed and padded down the stairs.
"He said he was going to bed early," Sam almost inaudibly told his father as he took a bite of the pie, the fork shaking with his hand.
Sam was sitting across from John at the table and between them sat seven eighths of a raspberry pie, a plate, and a fork. John had his laptop on the table for research and Sam had taken the missing eighth of the pie and was pushing the pie bits around the plate with his fork as he and his dad spoke.
John's eyebrows raised but before he could respond, Dean was in the doorway of the kitchen. He had an obviously fake smug grin plastered on his face.
"I would never miss out on pie, Sam." He ruffled his little brother's hair as he passed. Dean cut out a piece and plopped it on the plate that was next to the pan. He took a bite and let it sit on his tongue for a bit before he swallowed and spoke, "Where did you get this? The pies from the gas station usually aren't that good."
John chuckled from the other side of the table. "Dad made it," Sam piped up. Dean eyed the eldest Winchester.
"You…made this?" he asked hesitantly. Dean looked back at the pie suspiciously. Since when did Dad bake?
John nodded. "That's right. I picked up a few tips from Ellen while on the hunt." Dean nodded and the boys continued eating in uncomfortable silence; Sam eyeing Dean carefully, still trying to figure out the whole 'Dean and Castiel' thing. Dean looked over and caught his nosey brother staring at him.
He had a bite of pie on his fork and was bringing it to his mouth when he stopped and said, "What?" Dean put the fork back on the plate.
"U-uh…" Sam stuttered then leaned closer and whispered, "Can we talk about…that?"
Dean's face blanched and he choked on nothing. "Later, Sam," he whispered in reply, not noticing their father observing from behind the computer screen.
The next morning, Dean was changing his clothes for school when he heard a hesitant knock on the door.
"It's open," he grumbled. Dean was not a morning person. Sleep is like the greatest thing ever and it sucks when it has to stop.
The door creaked as Sam poked his head through the gap. "Dean, it's 'later.' Can we talk now?"
Dean sighed, "Yeah, come 'ere, close the door." He sat on the bed and Sam sat next to him after following his order. He looked down at his hands long before hazarding a glance at Sam. Sam was staring at the side of his face waiting for him to speak.
"Obviously, yeah, you saw me kissing Cas in bed." Sam nodded and he continued. "So I guess now you know that I'm…" Dean took a long breath before speaking again, "I'm gay, Sam, I guess."
Sam smirked. "I know."
Dean's head snapped up. "What?"
"Castiel told me why you were avoiding him, Dean."
"Cas?!" He said it as a shock but he guessed it sounded more like a call and suddenly the angel in question was standing in front of the brothers.
Castiel was standing with his hands playing at the edge of his trenchcoat. "Hello, Dean," he muttered with his head lowered.
Dean glared at the angel. "You told him?"
"I had to. Sam was asking a lot of questions and I didn't want him worrying more than he already was."
"So you told him I was gay? Not just make up something about me being in danger or something?" Dean was now standing less than a foot away from Castiel, totally ruining his thing about personal space but, whatever, he's upset right now.
"But, Dean, you were in trouble." Cas thought for a second. "Why would you want me to lie?"
Dean groaned and looked at Sam like get-a-load-of-this-guy then looked back at the attractively annoying angel. "Yes, Cas. That's what people normally do instead of outing them to their family."
Sam tapped on Dean's elbow. "What about Dad?"
Dean huffed and stalked to his chest of drawers. "He's not going to find out about this, not now," he declared as he grabbed shirts and stuff out of the drawers. "Tell Dad I found a small hunt out of town, a salt-n-burn or whatever, and that I'm going alone."
Dean stuffed the clothing into a duffel that sat at the bottom of his closet then shouldered it and grabbed his keys off his desk. "I'll be out for a few days, just to get my mind right before I tell him." He glanced at Castiel, remembering what the angel told him yesterday in the dream and smiled. Telling his father wouldn't be that bad as long as Cas was there but he couldn't do it yet. He waved to Sam and motioned for Cas to follow him then he went down the stairs and out the door.
Dean sat in his car with his angel next to him. "Where are we going?" Cas asked.
Dean turned to him with a huge smile stretching across his face. He leaned over and chastely kissed the angel's lips. "Wherever we want."
"Where's Dean?" John asked with feigned innocence.
Sam was finishing his breakfast of whole wheat toast and orange juice. He swallowed before answering, "Oh, uh…he found a ghost a couple towns over, simple salt-n-burn." Sam was practically quoting Dean.
John leaned against the kitchen counter. "Why did he go alone? He usually takes you too, doesn't he?"
Sam froze. He figured John had started to figure it out but wanted to keep playing along to the original plan. "S-sometimes he doesn't take me," he stuttered. "Said something about wanting me to get an education."
John nodded, pretending to believe his youngest son but knew there was something more going on. He let it drop for now but planned on bringing it back up when Dean came back from the 'hunt.'
