Disclaimer: I do not own any of the supernatural characters.


Dean woke up early the next morning. He could hear both Sam's and Castiel's steady breaths, and it took some time before he remembered last night. But when it all came back, he remembered the shower most of all. Oh, the pleasures they had given each other.

The pleasures were not what Dean was concerned about, though. He had taken off his clothes before Cas. Cas had seen his true form. All of the scars after all of the beatings he had taken over the last 14 years. What if Castiel didn't like him anymore? What would be his excuse?

When the girls he had fucked had asked about his scars, he had just laughed them off, saying he was a tough guy who often got into trouble. But Castiel knew this wasn't true. He also knew that Dean didn't play any sports, so he found himself without any excuse.

Of course he didn't want to tell him the truth. I mean, what would that be? He hated chick flick moments. There was no way he would sit down with Cas and have a heart to heart over some herb tea.

Castiel turned in his sleep and put one arm around him. He noticed he was wearing one of Cas's pyjamas, which was a relief. Maybe Cas didn't remember his scars, after all.

He put his arm around Castiel, so that he was lying on his back, with Cas's head on his chest. His hair smelt like cinnamon, he noted. Then he fell asleep again.

X

Sam liked Gabriel. And Castiel, and their house, and their lack of abusive fathers. As soon as he woke up, he had washed his face in the bathroom before going downstairs to the living room to read. He figured that was the best thing to do when he saw Dean and Castiel all tangled up in each other.

He didn't have a problem with Dean and Castiel's relationship. He knew his brother was bisexual, so it was not that much of a surprise. And he knew he should never say it to his father. He loved to see Dean so happy, and he felt like Castiel respected him, without thinking of him as his boyfriend's little brother.

Sam sat down on the couch, and was soon accompanied by Gabriel.

"Heyo, Sammy," the older man sang, unwrapping a chocolate bar. "Did you sleep well?"

Sam closed the book, and looked at Gabriel. "Yeah, I did. Thank you for letting me sleep here even though you don't know me."

Gabriel just smiled, and shrugged. "Well, any friend of Castiel is a friend of mine."

Sam hid a yawn with his hand. He was still a bit groggy.

"Anyways, are you hungry?" Gabriel asked, and Sam blushed.

"It's all right, what do you want to eat?"

"Do you have strawberry jam?"

"One strawberry jam coming up!" Gabriel laughed, and walked away to make food for the younger one.

X

Sam was halfway through his breakfast when Castiel and Dean came down the stairs. Neither of them had showered yet, and they wore matching pujama-pants and tees.

"Good morning," Castiel mumbled, and grabbed one apple from the fridge, suggestively handing it to Dean. Dean nodded "thank you" and Castiel got one for himself, and they both found their seats beside Sammy on the breakfast island.

They all ate their breakfast discussing politics and such when Dean's phone rang. Gabriel noticed how the boy grew paler and bit his lip before he excused himself and went outside to answer it.

After ten minutes Dean came inside again, looking down. "Come on Sammy, we've got to go," he said, and smiled weakly. Castiel rose to his feet, and caught Dean in a hug.

"Not without saying goodbye?"

Dean shook his head, and hugged him back before kissing his cheek.

"Goodbye, Cas. I'll see you at school on Monday, just having some family drama … our uncle just checked into the hospital, sure it's nothing, and we just need to be there for our dad."

With that the Winchesters left the Novak house, Dean still wearing Cas's pyjamas.

"Did that sound a little weird to you?" Gabriel asked, watching the impala turn out of their driveway through a window.

Castiel shrugged. "I do not know."

"Nice job, by the way."

Castiel looked confused. What had he done.

"Getting a boyfriend like that. He sure seems like a good guy," he continued, smiling. Castiel nodded, blushing.

"You two tried to trick me some weeks ago, didn't you?"

Castiel blushed even more.

"I saw his shoes in the hallway. It's all right, Cassie, just remember use protection."

With that he gave his brother a pat on the shoulder and left the room.

X

Dean drove Sam to the library before going home. He knew he would be punished for leaving the house without his dad's permition, but he didn't want Sam in the middle of it. It wasn't his fault.

He parked the impala outside their flat, and took a deep breath before making his way inside.

Of course he tried to make as little noise as possible, so he snuck into the flat through Sam and his bedroom window. He made his way over to the bed, and had just got his legs underneath the duvet when John violently pushed the door open.

"How dare you hang up on me, boy?" His face was red, and he looked unclean. He probably hadn't washed for days, and his brown eyes were cold. Dean hated the thought of having the genes of this man inside him, and especially the thought of him passing them on to his future children. But there was no time for such thoughts now.

He decided not to answer.

"You think I don't know where you've been? I know the same people as you, Dean. You can't hide from me."

His voice wasn't angry any more, just threatening. He took Dean by the arm, and dragged him out into the living room.

This time was remarkably worse than last time. He got kicked in the gut, the back, the head. He could taste blood inside his mouth, but he did nothing to show his dd how much it hurt.

"I was busy," he sad after the third kick. "I have friends, you know. I don't need you."

Kick. Hit. Hit. Push. Knife. Belt. Kick. Kick. Hit. Faint. Done.

X

Monday morning Dean and Sam drove to school listening to Led Zeppelin as usual. For Dean, the night had been rough – full of painkillers and bad dreams. He really missed his sleepover with Castiel, they had all had so much fun. Sam had had the chance to be a normal kid, and so had he.

Sunday night Sam found Dean sitting on the floor of their room, attempting to do his math homework. The back of his t-shirt had all been covered in blood, and Sam had helped Dean into the bathroom, made him take off his t-shirt and stitched him up before covering him in band aids.

Now, the boys spoke nothing of the night's happenings.

"I am happy you're with Cas, you know. He is nice," Sam said, looking out of his window.

Dean took a quick look in the rear-view mirror, before he stopped the car right in the middle of the road, turning to his brother.

"Cas and me? We're nothing. You saw nothing. You know nothing. No one can know anything. Do you understand?"

This scared Sam a little, but he didn't dare to show it. He just nodded, and looked away. "Okay, Dean. I understand."

"Good."

Dean turned on the engine again, and ten minutes later they parked the car, using the school's parking lot.

"Now, off you go," Dean mumbled to Sam, watching as his little brother ran off to his classroom before getting out of the car himself.

"Hello, Dean."

He turned around, looking directly into the ocean blue eyes of Castiel. He licked his lips and looked down, clearing his throat.

"Personal space in public," he mumbled.

"I do not understand why, Dean," Castiel said, placing one hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean almost winched in pain, and Castiel noticed, but he sure wasn't planning on talking about that matter now. "It is like you are ashamed of me. All the others get to show affection in public, why can't I?"

Dean knew it was stupid of him, but he didn't have an explanation for Castiel. Their school was open. Other same sex couples could be found kissing in the fields between the classrooms. No one cared. Only Dean cared. He knew that if he came out as gay no one in school would care. He would still be just as badass as he had been before. But that meant his dad would know, and he didn't exactly want that.

So Dean smiled weakly and pecked Castiel's lips, hoping that was enough for now. And it was - Castiel seemed pleased, and backed off.

"Oh, and while you're here …" Dean opened the car door, and found the bag with Castiel's pyjamas in it.

"Here, I …"

He gave Castiel his clothes back, clearly seeing the disappointment on his boyfriend's face. He had probably hoped that they could be walking around wearing each other's clothes, cuddling and kissing in public, entering each other's rooms in the middle of the night via the fire escapes. Too bad he couldn't have that.

Dean looked at him, turning his thoughts after something to say to make himself seem like less of a douche.

"I don't want you to freeze, you know. Wouldn't let you get ill."

Castiel bought it, and smiled to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Thank you for a wonderful weekend," he mumbled, sliding his arms around Castiel's waist, pulling him in for a hug. Castiel just smiled, and looked at his wristwatch. "I've gotta go. See you at lunch?"

Dean nodded, and they both headed off in different directions.