AN: Hey everybody I'm so sorry I haven't been updating lately, I've been having a bad week and on top of that my school life gotten crazy with the end of the year and whatnot so yeah, crazy week but here I am from season 8 finale with a crap load of feels and nowhere to put them, I'll probably write a fic on that next, so yeah… please review this because it's really the only thing that keeps me writing, I love to read what you have to say so yes please review and favorite and follow because I love it!
When Castiel woke up, he had completely forgotten about Dean. So needless to say, he was shocked when he finally did wake up. After his mini-heart attack calmed, he opened his door to check for family members.
No one, that's good, he thought.
"C-Cas?" Dean mumbled, groaning at the splitting headache he got when sitting up.
"Hi," was all Castiel replied, not acting very enthusiastic, he still remembered yesterday.
"Cas, I'm s-sorry for yesterd-day," Dean couldn't help but flush angrily at his stutter.
"Don't apologize, it's fine."
It's not fine.
"No it's not."
Told you.
"You ran from me Dean, like I turned into a demon, you ran away. That alone says enough."
Dean frowned, he was going to have to make it up to Cas bit time.
"It was the shock, all of a sudden I felt something, and I acted on it. When I realized what I did, it scared me."
Castiel pressed his lips into a line, choosing not to respond.
"I won't run anymore."
"How do I know that?" The statement of not running had made Castiel look up at Dean, half surprised and half doubtful.
"Because I'd be stupid to run, Cas."
Stop protecting yourself, stupid he's Hot! Castiel mentally scolded as he walked over to his bed where Dean sat.
"You promise?"
"Scout's honor, Cas."
So Castiel tested it. Pressing his lips to Dean's, he felt the other tense up, but gave into the kiss. Putting his arms around Castiel's waist, Dean pulled away.
"I told you I wouldn't run."
Castiel rolled his eyes with a playful grin, looking at the time to see it was only eight am.
"You should go home, Sam is probably worried and I really don't want to explain why there is a boy in my room so early in the morning."
"Well that's the fun of it!" Dean started to crack a smile, "freaking people out beyond speech and whatnot!"
"Dean, Michael will throw a fit."
"Who's Michael?"
"My older brother, see my mother and father are always travelling so he's practically raised Gabriel and I." Castiel explained, he looked up to Michael, but he was definitely a bit on the protective side.
"Come on, Cas! We'll tell them that I climbed through your window this morning instead of last night."
Dean wasn't going to leave, was he? Castiel mentally fought with himself for a minute, Michael didn't know Castiel was gay, and he really didn't want his older brother to find out either, the thought of Michael's potential reaction scared him, so he made Gabriel swear not to tell anyone.
"Fine," he said, finally giving into Dean's refusal to leave "you hungry?"
"Starved." Dean replied with a grin.
Castiel guided Dean to the kitchen, mixing up some pancake batter before putting on some bacon.
"What is it like to be back to where, you know." Castiel didn't want to say where his mother had died, it was clear that it shocked Dean beyond speech, it was a miracle that he was even talking to Castiel as much as he was, but as Dean had said, he felt comfortable around him. Still, it was nice to know that Dean was so willing to lean onto a friend that he hadn't spoken to in ten years.
"I didn't look at where our house used to be, it scares me to even try. I know they rebuilt it. Dad, Sammy, and I moved out right after it happened. The memories hurt too much, so we started to travel. Dad couldn't exactly hold a job in the condition he's in, so we moved around a lot. Sam hated it, he hates our dad. Hell, I don't blame him. He fights with us constantly, Sam especially. I was glad when Bobby finally said my dad was done with this and refused to take no for an answer. We came back to Lawrence, and we've avoided the house ever since. I couldn't even look at it when I got here."
Castiel frowned, Dean had been through so much since he left, no wonder he was so depressed.
"I'm glad you told me, Dean." He smiled, placing a hand on his, putting a plate of pancakes and bacon Castiel had prepared for the other.
Dean's eyes doubled as he chowed down on the pieces of bacon with a grin. "This is really good Cas, you bake often?" He asked with a mouthful of food.
"I do, it's what I like to call stress baking."
"Make pie next time you get that urge then invite me over."
Castiel made a face "I'll think about that."
After they finally finished their breakfast with interruptions like footsie under the table and other nonsense that Dean considered to be chick flick material, they put the plates into the dishwasher and leaned against the counter.
"Cas there's a car out front, looks like Dean's." Gabriel informed his brother, obviously not noticing that the man in question was right in front of him.
Dean smirked at Gabriel's obliviousness as the younger boy rubbed his eyes from sleep.
"I know," was all Castiel could manage without giggling stupidly.
Finally, Gabriel looked up with a surprised look written all over his face. "When did you get here?"
"A while back, Gabe. Want some breakfast?" Castiel asked his younger brother, changing the subject before it went further into detail of exactly why Dean was here so early in the morning.
Gabriel got over the initial shock of Dean standing there in the kitchen, then grabbed a piece of bacon and headed into the living room as he grumbled something about nobody telling him anything anymore.
Dean chuckled a bit, noticing an old dog laying on a dog bed in the corner of the kitchen. "Hey Frodo!" He called out; getting the blue-eyed, brown, curly furred dog's attention. "No wonder we named him Frodo." Dean realized with a laugh as he petted the dog that wandered over to him with a happy wag in his tail.
"He loves getting scratched behind the ears." Castiel told him as he hopped up to sit on the counter, smiling goofily as Dean petted the dog who was now a very, very happy dog.
"Who the hell is that?" A strong voice asked from the entrance to the kitchen.
"Michael, this is my friend Dean Winchester." Castiel gestured over to Dean who was now standing up straight, a slight hint of fear in his eyes.
What are you doing here?" Michal demanded coldly, crossing his arms as he tilted his head to the side.
"Stop being so rude to him Michal, Dean's mute." He explained, coming to Dean's defense.
"What so he's dumb?"
Dean snarled, signing something that Castiel guessed was less than friendly.
"Michael, stop. He got here this morning, I invited him."
The older brother frowned, then turned to Dean. "Don't get into too much trouble," was all he said before turning around and exiting the kitchen.
"Told you he was protective," Castiel said with a hint of an apology.
Dean shrugged, starting to talk again with everyone that had come and gone. "At least it wasn't at my house. Dad would've pulled out his shotgun and fired."
Castiel couldn't help but shudder at the thought, because he knew Dean wasn't kidding, John was a bit of a spastic drunk.
"So Cas, what do you wanna do?" Dean asked, walking over to the other, leaning himself on the counter where Castiel stood.
"You're staying?"
"That's my plan."
Dean smirked, grabbing a hold of the other's hand and Castiel cursed inwardly as he blushed.
"Well if I can't convince you otherwise, which I'm really not that sad about, we could go downtown. There's a small shop, a movie theater. I rarely go, I usually just stay home and study."
"Wow you need a life."
Castiel didn't really protest at that, mostly for the fact that Dean had grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the house with only enough time to inform his brothers that he was leaving with Dean.
Dean plopped him into the passenger's seat of the Chevy Impala, Dean's pride and joy. He could see Dean' face light up as the engine roared to life. "My dad taught me everything I know about cars, I fix her up when she breaks down." He patted the dashboard as he pulled out of the driveway and Castiel could see the dark expression that developed on Dean as he tried not to look at where his childhood house and mother once were.
AN: Sorry guys I would have written more but my creative side is just… dead I don't know what happened, I was hoping that this fic would help fix that, but it doesn't seem to be working with really sucks. So please don't complain about the length of a chapter because I truly am trying my best, it's just really hard sometimes. Writer's block is a bitch…