Chapter 9: Good Life
A couple of days later, when Sam and Dean were in their room fighting over who's turn it was to play on the laptop Balthazar had given to Sam, John and Mary entered the room, interrupting the discussion instantly. They had a serious face and the way Mary said "Can we talk?" distressed the boys even more.
What have we done?, Dean almost asked out loud. When someone approached them that way it was usually to give them bad news, mostly the consequences of their bad behaviour. But instead, Dean just sat down on the bed next to Sam and suspiciously narrowed his eyes to the adults.
John and Mary sat on the opposite bed.
"About what?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"About your future." Mary tried to mask her worry with a weak smile. "Sam, you're still studying, right?"
"…Yes."
"And I guess you'd like to move to a high school nearby."
Sam had thought about that seriously, but… "Yeah," he replied.
"I understand both of you had to use not so legal methods before, but this time it's better to register you in the new school the right way."
There was a moment of silence, and then Dean asked, "How?"
"You have probably been declared as missing, so you'd have to show up and explain what really happened to the authorities."
"No. If we do that, we'll be back to the orphanage," Dean complained.
"Dean, you're an adult. You wouldn't have to go," John said.
Yes, Dean knew that, but Sam on the other hand was still a minor. Dean looked at Sam, who looked like he wasn't liking the way the conversation was going. And so did Dean. "But Sammy would," he replied upset. He had promised to never leave his little brother again.
"Yes, we know," Mary intervened with a soft sympathetic voice. "That was why we were thinking, if you both agreed… to adopt Sam."
There was an intense silence in the room.
"You could also try gain Sam's custody, but the process would be harder and would take longer," Mary explained to Dean.
That didn't sound right to Dean's ears. By experience, adoption was connected to bad things, to Sam getting hurt and unhappy. He didn't want that. He wouldn't allow that.
"I promise nothing will change here, Sam. If you don't like to stay here please tell us, if you both ever want to leave we won't hold you back." Just because they would have legal power over Sam that didn't mean they would use it. "This is a very parenting thing to say, but we just want what's best for you. And no one knows better what's best for you than yourselves."
The brothers looked at each other. While Dean seemed to be a bit uncertain of his position in the matter, Sam looked like he had already decided. They turned back to John and Mary. "Alright. You can adopt me," Sam told them. Despite his bad experiences with foster parents, Sam believed Mary and John were good people and good parents.
Mary exhaled softly and smiled, glad with the boys' decision. John also seemed pleased.
"So when does the adoption process begins?" Dean asked.
"Sooner rather than later, so that Sam can return to school after the winter break."
"That's less than two weeks," Dean stated in surprise. "Can you do it so fast?"
"We have a good lawyer. We've known him for years, and he's also our friend. I'm sure he can speed up the process." John explained.
They weren't much convinced, so they waited to see.
In the next day, the brothers went with John and Mary in the dark blue Range Rover to their hometown. Despite the good memories of his life with his parents, Dean wished never to return to Lawrence again, and much less to the orphanage. After a two-hour's drive, they arrived to the town, still ornamented with Christmas lights, and they met at the orphanage with Mary and John's lawyer, Dr. Jim Murphy. They went inside to a meeting with a social worker and an officer in which the reasons for Dean's escape were explained, as well as breaking into Sam's foster parents' house to get his little brother out of there. Sam and Dean told them that, then John and Mary expressed their wishes in having Sam at their care. The social worker, a middle age woman, heard them attentively and then they were told to wait outside while she and with the lawyer Jim Murphy talked about the process to solve the problem the better way.
After a nerving hour later, the doctor came out and told them the boys' legal records were going to be cleared and he was going to take care of Sam's adoption process right away. Mary and John sighed deeply in relieve and satisfaction and then thanked to their friend for the help.
The travel home was much more relaxing than the trip to Lawrence. Sam and Dean almost couldn't believe they wouldn't have to hide anymore or live with the fear of someone find out they were fugitives and separate them again. In the backseat of the car, Sam was amazed; not only for the fact that his and Dean's life was improving in ways they never thought they would live, but also because he had watched attentively Dr. Murphy, his presentation and the way he carefully chose the right to words to convince the social worker that the best for Sam was to stay with the Campbell family. He had done a surprising good job and Sam was grateful for that, although the process was only at the beginning.
Balthazar and Castiel when they heard the news were also very happy that everything went according the expected.
Soon December 31 came and the arrival of the New Year was celebrated with happiness and love. In the town's community centre a small party was organized. It was mostly for homeless and old people, so that they wouldn't spend the last day of the year alone, cold and hungry. It was another family tradition that the Campbells had, to go to the community centre and help organizing the party and fill the hearts of the less-fortunate with hope that the New Year would be better.
At the sound of crappy music Sam, Dean, Balthazar and Castiel played at the wood football table while other people sat on round tables, ate or played cards, domino and chess. The poor quality of the music was giving Dean a headache, but he tried to ignore it since the other people seemed to enjoy those incredibly catchy songs. Sometimes Dean even found himself singing along.
At the 12th hour everyone went outside, despite the cold, to watch the beautiful and colourful firework and celebrate with a glass of Champaign. Some of the small children cried at the loud explosions, but most people stared mesmerized at the pyrotechnic spectacle, which lasted about ten minutes.
When it was over, Castiel and Balthazar were nowhere to be seen and no one knew about them. A few minutes later Mary received a text saying they would spend the night at John's old house. They only returned in the morning, almost at lunch time, so whatever they had been doing (and everyone knew what that was) it seemed it had gone well, according to their happy faces and tender hugs.
The new year started well, full of hope and joy, that extended to the next days. A couple of days later, the four boys went to the mall again to spend part of the money John and Mary gave then on Christmas. Dean bought some clothes and a few things to decorate his bedroom. He never had the chance and money to turn the room where he slept into his room after his parents passed away, so now Dean intended to create the most awesome bedroom of ever.
Sam complained about a couple of things Dean bought for their room, but Dean didn't care. So Sam decided to introduce things of his liking too. They would probably get into a conflict eventually, and going to separate rooms was an idea that crossed their minds, but in the end, they'd rather give away all the favourite objects they had, than to remove the most meaningful person from their personal space.
A week later, Dr. Jim Murphy passed by the house, delivering the news that Sam was legally part of the family. Everyone was surprised and glad by how fast the process went. Especially Sam.
"Dean, I wanna be a lawyer," Sam shared to his brother.
A week later after the classes had started, Sam continued his education in a new high school. He was anxious on the first day - new place, new people... - but Castiel was always by his side in the time between classes. Dean had asked Castiel to keep an eye on him, though it wasn't necessary to ask, he'd obviously do his best to help Sam integrate in the new school. Castiel introduced him to some of his friends and at lunch they all gathered in the cafeteria, gossiping about funny stories that happened in the school over the years.
John and Dean kept working on the Impala. Dean was so dedicated to the work and interested in learning more that John offered him a job as mechanic in his car-selling corporation. Dean was thrilled and accepted it without a second thought. A few days later the Impala was transferred to the mechanic garage where Dean had the pleasure of working on the car with proper tools. The Impala was closer to being finished by the day.
In no time, it was almost Dean's birthday. Sam, Castiel and Balthazar talked about what they were going to give him and then they made a trip to the centre town to look for the shop that had the ideal gifts for Dean.
"Balthazar, I need your help on something," Sam said, entering in the room of his new big brother.
Balthazar took his eyes away from the book he was reading and looked at Sam. "With what?" He sat up properly on the bed.
"With a... gift idea."
"You want to give Dean more presents?" Balthazar asked. "I know he's turning 21, but he's like a child. You shouldn't spoil him."
"No," Sam replied, ignoring Balthazar's humorous commentary. "It's- it's not for Dean."
"Then who is it for?" he asked, confused.
"It's for..." Sam seemed nervous. "a girl I sometimes meet at the school's library. Her birthday is the same day as Dean's."
"Oh, a girl..." Balthazar grinned at him and Sam blushed a little.
"Yes, a girl. So do you help me or not?" Sam asked quickly before Balthazar started asking questions he didn't want to answer. Sometimes he was exactly like Dean.
Balthazar chuckled softly. "I'd love to, but I don't think you'd like my help." He stood up. "We need to go to the specialist." He patted to Sam's shoulder and leaded him to the door.
"Who?"
They entered the next room and Sam understood who Balthazar was referring to. "Cassie, Sam needs a romantic advice."
"It's not romantic, I barely know her," Sam rephrased.
"But she already touched your heart," Balthazar pointed out.
Sam's lack of reply and thoughtful look made Balthazar smile.
"So, what do you need of me?" Castiel questioned rolling back on the chair, away from the desk where he was studying, and turned to them.
"I just want to give a present to a girl at the school on her birthday. But I don't know much about her, I don't know what she likes," Sam explained.
"I see..." Castiel said. "Who is she?"
"Hum..." Sam was a bit reluctant in telling. Cas could know her. But if he did, maybe he could help him. "Jessica Moore."
"Ah... Yes, I've seen her around. She seems nice," Castiel commented with a smile, approving Sam's fraternization with the blond girl. "Thought I don't know her well either."
Sam sighed in disappointment.
Castiel was thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe you could give her something all girls like."
"Like what?" Sam asked, curious.
"I have an idea," he said smiling.
After an hour working on Jessica's present, Sam finally finished it. He examined it for a while and then said, "Oh, this is awful."
"No, it isn't," Castiel corrected.
"I'm terrible doing origami," Sam complained.
Castiel held the red rose Sam made and examined it. "Sam, it's beautiful." He gave him the paper flower and Sam reluctantly held it.
"Yours is much better." He looked at the blue rose Castiel had made to teach Sam to make his own. "It's perfect."
"Sam, something doesn't need to be perfect to be beautiful. And much less for someone to love it," Castiel told him.
Sam looked back at the flower he made for Jessica and somehow, it didn't look as bad as before. Would Jessica like it?
Sam decided to make another to see if it came out better. Castiel helped him again, but the part of the stem, Sam did it all by himself.
Castiel joined Balthazar who was sitting on the bed.
"So, all girls like flowers?" Balthazar raised an eye at him.
"Some guys like flowers too, just so you know," he pointed out.
Balthazar smiled and chuckled softly. "I know, bluebell," he said as he wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulders and kissed him lovingly.
January 24th was a busy day that year. In the morning everyone woke up earlier than usual and surprised Dean with breakfast in bed and the Happy Birthday song. The present delivery was set for later.
At school Sam wished Jessica a Happy Birthday and, awkwardly and blushing, handed her the red rose. The fear that it had been a stupid idea or that she didn't like it vanished from Sam's mind when she smile and kissed his cheek in thanks.
The dinner was burgers. It wasn't much appropriate for a birthday dinner (it could've been something different), but it was what Dean preferred. For dessert there was the recurring apple pie on the table. After that Sam, Castiel and Balthazar brought the presents for Dean, a vinyl player and several vinyl records of Dean's favourite bands, as well as some posters. Dean was amazed with all those awesome gifts.
When the excitement decreased and Dean was able to let go of his new wonderful acquisitions for one second, John said, "We also have something for you." When Dean turned in attention to him and Mary, he added, "Let's go outside."
Dean, with a confused look on his face, stood up and walked to the outside door. With everyone behind him he opened the door. Dean froze on the spot, watching outside, and whispered in disbelieve, "No..."
"Do you like it?" John asked.
Dean turned back with mouth hanging in awe at the people behind him smiling. Then he looked again at the shiny and finished black Impala right in front of the garage door. Like a magnet, Dean stepped closer to the car. He walked around it and examined every spot of that perfect car, with the mouth still open in surprise. "No way!" He had been working on the Impala two days ago and there was still several things missing until the car was complete. It wasn't even painted yet. And now here it was, finished and marvellous.
"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked John, still not believing in what was happening.
John laughed lowly. "No, Dean, I'm not kidding you." He pulled a set of keys from the jacket pocket and helped it to Dean. "The car's yours."
"But... You build it," Dean complained. "You spent 30 years building it. And you're just gonna give it away?"
"You know, Dean, fixing cars is like making a puzzle. When it's done you feel accomplished and you're no longer responsible for the cars." John explained, stepping towards Dean. "Besides, you also worked hard on the Impala and you did a great job. You need it more than I do, and this way I know it'll be in good hands."
Finally Dean grabbed the keys, he felt them in his hand and looked back at the beautiful Impala. His beautiful Impala. Dean smiled and then grinned widely in excitement and happiness. He suddenly turned to John and hugged him. "Thanks..."
John patted a hand on his back affectionately, and a few seconds later Dean pulled away with tears in his eyes, and then he laughed.
To celebrate Dean's birthday they decided to make a party in a club, with a few of Dean's co-workers, and Castiel also invited some of his friends. When they arrived to the club, in Dean's baby, they were surprised to see a familiar car parked nearby. They were even more surprised when they saw, Jo, Ellen and Ash stepping out.
"You came," Dean said with a smile on his face.
"We wouldn't miss it for the world." Jo gave him a big happy birthday hug.
Sam, Castiel and Balthazar also greeted them, before stepping inside the club, leaving Mary, John and Ellen talking outside. In the club there was bright light, loud music, good drinks and interesting people. Dean was very close to Heaven.
Everyone was having a great time, talking to old and new people, dancing and drinking. A little after midnight, Dean found a friend from work had who just arrived. "Hey, Benny."
"Hey, mate. Happy birthday."
Benny Laffite was a couple of years older than worked together often and he was a really cool guy. "Thanks. Let's go get you a drink."
Over the drinks, they chatted for a while, until Dean remembered one thing. "Dude, I have to show you something."
Dean leaded outside to where he had parked the Impala.
"So it's yours now?"
"Yeah," Dean replied with a smile, passing a hand smoothly over the car. "John gave it to me, can you believe it?"
But Benny didn't seem to be much surprised; in fact, he barely reacted to the news. Unless, it wasn't news to him. "You knew," Dean guessed.
"Well... the boss put me working on the Impala lately. I thought you'd give me a hand, but you didn't show up, so I asked."
"That explains why I barely saw you the last couple of days."
"Why? Did you miss me?" Benny asked with a faint smirk on his face.
Dean smiled, but he didn't reply. He knew Benny was just messing with him. That's what they did; they messed, teased and pranked each other at work all the time.
"Well, thanks for the heads up," Dean said, sarcastic and playfully.
"And what would be the fun in that?" Benny replied.
Dean assumed Benny was probably right and changed the subject. "So, did you give my baby a test drive?"
"No, I didn't have that pleasure."
"Then, get in. Let's see what this beauty can do," Dean challenged.
They entered in the car, put the security belts and Dean drove away at the loud sound of Metallica. He looked for an empty road where he could fly freely at a high-speed. After reaching a velocity of 100 mph for a few seconds, Dean slowed down to an acceptable velocity and then turned right into a dirt road. After a while he stop, feeling his body tingling and his hears still listening his baby roar.
"Wow. Nice wheels," Benny commented just as amazed and high as Dean.
"Yeah," Dean agreed, lowering the radio volume and calming down his frenetic heart. "My baby's awesome."
When he paid attention to the surroundings, Dean realized he had ended up in a nice spot. After passing several trees, he was currently in a clearing area with nothing but the large moon and bright stars above. For the next fifteen minutes Dean talked about all the components and characteristics that made the Impala so freaking cool.
But Benny already knew all of that; he had worked on the fantastic car too. "Yes, Dean, no doubt you had a hell of a birthday present today."
Dean eyed him closely for a second. "Jealous?" Dean asked playfully.
"Of whom?" Benny replied with a smirk.
Then the conversation change subject to music in which Benny actively intervened and they even sang some song that played on the radio. Surprisingly they didn't make a bad duo and they laughed in the end.
After a while Benny remembered something. "By the way, I have something for you." He put a hand in the jacket pocket. "It was kinda wrapped up in hurry."
"Oh, man, you don't have to give me anything." Dean turned to a bit more to him a leaned slightly forward.
"I want to." Against everything that crossed Dean's mind, Benny kissed him. Kissed him slow and sweet with a warm hand on Dean's neck, then a bit more harshly, brushing his tongue over Dean's soft lips, teasingly.
When Dean was about to grant him access, he pulled back, leaving Dean frozen for a second. "If you don't like it, you can always give it to someone else."
"No..." His voice came out like a purr and he cleared his throat. "No, I was just... expecting something more." Dean smirked at him.
Benny smiled. "Well, then it's a good thing that I have the whole package."
Dean easily moved to the passenger's seat, sitting on Benny's lap and fitting his bent legs at each side of Benny. Dean kissed him instantly, hard and deeply, until their tongues were pressing against each other and the wet and hot surroundings. Dean let his jacket fall down his arms and hit the car's floor. Benny started unbuttoning his shirt, but under the intense kiss, slowly becoming clumsy, it was a frustrating and impossible task, so Benny grabbed each side of Dean's shirt with his hands and ripped it open with strong and muscled arms. A few buttons flew, but the important was that the shirt had the same fate as Dean's jacket.
"After this, you're gonna buy me a new shirt," Dean told him, breathing a bit heavily.
"Why? You look so much better without it." Benny took of the last layer of Dean's clothing, revealing his slightly muscled torso.
Dean locked their mouths together again while Benny, with hands on his hips, pulled him closer and ran a strong hand up his soft back. Dean squeezed his hands that were resting on Benny's shoulders when Benny bit his lip before pulling away and finding a new point of interest. Benny moved his mouth lower, scratching with his short beard Dean's delicate skin, to kiss and lick it right after. Fast and hot breath came irregularly from Dean's mouth while he enjoyed the promising touches.
Benny continued planting kisses down Dean's body, leaning forward and simultaneously lowering Dean back, supporting him steady hands on his back. Soon Dean's head and shoulders hit the dashboard and Benny reached Dean's sensitive nipples. Dean shivered and gasped at the wet burning touch. "Shit, Benny," escaped from his lips when Benny bit lightly his other nipple and he tightened his grip on Benny's short hair.
Benny soothed Dean sudden strike of pleasure with more kisses, but he felt a pressure between Dean's legs. Or perhaps the hardness he was feeling was his own. When he pulled Dean back up and their crotches slammed together and the mystery was solved; it was both of them. Dean kissed him hard and desperately.
"It's roomier in the back," Benny pointed out.
Dean took the hint and moved to the back seat, immediately followed by Benny who stripped off his top clothes in the process. He sat in the middle and Dean fell on his knees in front of him.
"So, can I unwrap my gift now?" Dean placed his hands on Benny's thighs and spread his legs to fit better between them.
"It's all yours, sugar," Benny enticed him with a rough voice that made Dean shiver inside.
Dean unbuttoned Benny's black jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, that Dean didn't even see its colour. Kneeled over the clothes trapped at Benny's feet, Dean grabbed Benny's large half-erected cock and stroked it slowly while hot and loud breaths came out of Benny's mouth. Dean licked his friend's cock from the base to the tip several times like an ice cream before wrapping his lips around it, slowly circling his tongue around the member as he went down.
Benny grabbed Dean's dark blond hair while his younger colleague moved up and down on his pulsating cock. When the delightful sensation was starting to become too intense, Benny pulled Dean's face up. After Dean had time to complain, which he was certainly going to do, Benny told him, "Don't want the party to end already", while his attention was drawn to Dean's shiny reddish lips.
With hands on the leather seat, Dean hopped up to Benny's lap to share with him the pleasant taste of his mouth. Benny took off his shoes and stepped out of the trousers, before laying Dean down on the seat. He pressed a hand on Dean's crouch, making Dean hiss, before removing his pants. Then passed his tongue by the recently stained tight underwear, and Dean shivered while a hot wave passed through his body. Though the cold air that he felt when he got completely naked didn't sooth the burning feeling.
Benny reached for his jacket on the front seat and took a bottle from the pocket. "I know you prefer apple, but..." He pulled out the lid. "will you be my cherry pie?" The smell of the cherry flavoured lube filled the air.
"Only if you eat me up later," Dean teased.
"That's the idea," Benny replied with wicked smile.
He poured the cool gel, from a high distance, on Dean's warm and sensitive skin of his belly and cock. Then he slicked his fingers before finding the best position between Dean's bent up legs in that confining space and tasted the lube on Dean's low abdomen. Then he pressed a thick finger inside Dean, slowly, making him shudder and gasp. After a while Benny added another gentle finger while he took Dean's flustered and leaking cock into his mouth. Dean moaned and grabbed the side of the seat tight. "Fuck, Benny."
"Easy, tiger. I'll get there in a minute."
After pulling his fingers in and out enough times, he let go of Dean's cock, grabbed Dean's thighs and pulled him closer. With hands on Dean's hips, he pushed his cock inside while he and Dean gasped irregularly in luxury. Benny started slowly, but then Dean urged him to move faster, meeting with his thrusts. Benny obligated and speeded up while Dean had a hand on Benny's sweaty back and jerked his cock with the other, and occasionally their lips met messily in search for more pleasure.
The slick sound of flesh slapping flesh mixed with obscene moans and a few swearing word that escaped from Dean's mouth filled the warm air they had created. Soon Dean came, carving his nails on Benny's back as he shuddered, and semen painted his and Benny's stomachs. The sight of Dean's extreme delight, caused Benny's own climax, expressed with a loud moan of ecstasy while warm fluid filled Dean.
Ten minutes later, Dean was still in bliss, still panting, and with a hand lazily caressing Benny's hair while the older guy cleaned his hole with his tongue.
Dean was experienced in sex, and having sex was just like talking, a way of expression. The things you discover about people during sex... But what he learned about Benny was completely different from the other people he had sexual relation with. Besides the search for pleasure common to the others, there seemed to be a part of Benny that cared about him, that was interested in him in ways beyond the sexual satisfaction. Was that the reason why this had been the best sex Dean had in years?
Dean had a rule of never sleep with his friends, because it'd break their friendship. But Dean never thought that going to bed with a friend could turn their friendship into something more. Whatever that was. Another rule was to never sleep with the same person twice, to avoid attachments that would certainly hurt them later. Dean had broken one rule with Benny, and yet, he was ready to break another.
"We should do this more often," he said and gasped again at the touch of Benny's tongue on his oversensitive hole.
Benny hummed. Whether it was in agreement or only in satisfaction for cleaning Dean up under the excuse to avoid stains on Dean's new car, it remained uncertain. After a moment, when Benny finished his thorough work, he looked at Dean with bright sea blue eyes and replied, "Whenever you want, darling."
That made Dean blush. He felt stupid, like he was a teenage again. He was enjoying this way too much.
But what was there not to enjoy, when Benny licked gently the mess on his belly and occasionally sucked on his skin so sweetly. It was making wonders on his body again.
"Ready for a second round?" Benny asked when he was done.
"I thought you'd never ask." Dean chuckled softly.
Benny smiled and ordered, "Turn around, sugar."
Castiel woke up at 10 in the morning and he had a mild headache. His memory was a bit scrambled and he needed a moment to realise where he was. Adjusting his eyes to the strong sunlight, he realized he was in his room, lied over the bed with Balthazar next to him, both of them with last night's clothes and with a blanket covering them. Balthazar opened his eyes and Castiel realized he was already awake for a while.
"Good morning, Cassie."
Castiel shut his eyes and frowned when the sound of Balthazar's kiss on his cheek reached the inside of his head, turning up the pain. "Shh," Castiel ordered in a low sound.
Balthazar chuckled. "First hangover?" he asked in a softer voice.
"It's your fault," he said under a grunt.
"I love you too." He kissed Castiel's forehead gently, in apology. Balthazar had been the one who brought him drinks last night at the club, nothing strong, but he hadn't expected the low tolerance of his lover.
Balthazar put an arm around Castiel's waist and snuggled closer to him. They stayed in bed for a while before Castiel decided to get up to eat something and take a painkiller. It was a good it was Saturday and no one had to go to school or to work.
In the kitchen, Mary prepared her sons and husband's breakfast. Soon after, Sam joined them.
"Have you seen Dean?" he asked in a concerned voice.
"No. Why?" Balthazar said.
"I think he still hasn't come home yet."
John went to look outside the window and then he said, "The Impala isn't outside."
"Where would Dean go?" Mary asked, trying to hide her concern from the boys.
"I don't know. I didn't even see him leave the club yesterday," Sam replied.
"I did," Castiel said and everyone suddenly looked at him. "I saw him leaving with Benny."
"Who's Benny?" Sam and Balthazar asked at the same time.
"Benny Lafitte?" John asked and Castiel nodded. "Benny works for me. He and Dean have been working together in the garage."
Castiel huffed and smiled, imagining what, most certainly, happened with Dean.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Balthazar asked, glancing at him.
Castiel shrugged. "You know Dean better than I do."
"You think Dean and Benny..." John didn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
"That doesn't explain where Dean is," Mary interrupted her husband.
"He's not answering his phone," Sam said after trying to call Dean for the tenth time.
The silence that filled the place was distressing.
"Wait a second," Balthazar said, remembering something.
"What?" Castiel asked.
Balthazar stood up from the chair and walked to the garage door. Sam and Castiel followed him.
"The car's here," Sam said in surprise and confusion when they saw the Impala in the garage. Sam wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.
"Then Dean can't be too far," Castiel commented.
Balthazar suddenly turned to him with wide eyes, realizing how right his lover could be. He stepped closer to the Impala, the other two boys went after, and they found Dean sleeping in the backseat of the car.
Balthazar chuckled lightly in relief. He knocked at the window and then opened the door. Dean stirred, but he didn't wake up.
"Dean," Sam called in the right tone to wake Dean without startling him.
"Wha..." he whispered sleepily while opening an eye. When Dean saw the three familiar faces, he sat up, letting the jacket that was covering his naked torso fall. Looking around and noticing he was in the Impala and in his house, he asked, "Why am I here?"
"Good question," Balthazar replied.
Feeling cold, Dean picked up the jacket and put it around his shoulders, only then realizing it was Benny's jacket. The latest memories from last night came to his mind. He remembering being laid on top of Benny, wrapped in his large arms while Benny petted his hair, and then he remembered of being tired and... He must have fallen asleep. And Benny took him home?
He looked at himself. He had his pants and socks on, which Benny must have dressed him, and the rest of his clothes were on the passenger seat.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked.
Dean buttoned up Benny's jacket that was large on him, and smiled for no apparent reason. "Yeah, I'm fine, Sammy." He reached for his clothes, and besides the shirt with almost no buttons on it, another thing called his attention. He felt his phone buzzing on his jacket pocket. He pulled it out and there were several missing calls from Sam and one message from Benny. Dean stepped out of the car and read it.
Morning, cherry pie. Wanna have coffee downtown?
Dean grinned stupidly at the phone.
"So how was your night?" Balthazar asked.
"Good. The party was really cool." Dean avoided intentionally the subject Balthazar wanted to know.
Balthazar rolled his eyes and tried again. "Is there something you want to tell us? About you and Benny."
"I don't know what you're talking about. There's nothing to tell."
"You left the club together yesterday," Balthazar said.
"And it stinks like sex in here," Castiel added, pointing at the inside of the car.
Dean frowned at Castiel's unusual indelicate words.
Balthazar looked at Castiel, noticing his tired eyes that closed every time his headache got worse and his grumpy face. "He's in hangover," he explained to Dean.
Dean snorted. "Remember that time you got wasted? In the next day, you were kinda like him." He chuckled.
"Yeah, the first and only time I had drinks with you," Balthazar added. "And don't try to change the subject."
"Yeah, Benny and I got laid. So what?" Dean said. "Since when do you ask about my hook ups?"
"Since you have a dumb smile on your face in the morning after," Balthazar told him.
He really had a dumb smile, hadn't he? And no matter what Dean did, he couldn't get rid of it. So Dean walked away from Balthazar and Sam's analysing eyes.
Castiel noticed Sam and Balthazar glancing at each other with a knowing smile. The three of them followed Dean to the kitchen where Mary and John were relieved to see Dean alright. Dean walked away toward the stairs while replying to Benny's text.
See you in 15, bunny.
"You know, if I didn't know you better I'd say you're in love," Balthazar commented, smirking subtly.
Dean realized he was ginning again. He went up the stairs and before disappearing from everyone's sight, he said, "I guess you and I don't know me as well as we thought."
While Dean went to take a shower and get ready to meet Benny, Castiel decided to get some rest and Balthazar lied with him on his bed.
While he caresses Castiel's hair, he realizes how much his life changed in a couple of months. Of how long his life seemed to be stuck in a depressive monotony and suddenly turned around completely. He went through some rough times to get where he is now, but all seems worthy. And the best is that it wasn't only his life that improved, Sam and Dean, are now his brothers more than ever, and they finally have the good life they deserve. He also enjoyes to be with his parents again; he missed them. And he missed Castiel dearly. His little brother, boyfriend, lover...? The point is: the love of his life.
Not many people know about his and Castiel's romantic relationship yet, but eventually they'll hear about it and unfortunately people will criticize them more often than not. But if there's something that life taught him, was not to be afraid to fight and defend what he thinks is right and worthy. His ultimate dream is to be with Castiel for the rest of their lives and if anyone tries to separate them, Balthazar will fight for them.
"I'll always stay with you, Cassie," Balthazar promises before brushing his lips tenderly on Castiel's.
"I know."
THE END
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