Castiel hid under the bed when the strange man came inside. Sam and Dean greeted the man with a hug but Dean didn't seem too happy about it. Plus he looked scary so Castiel thought this was a better course of action.
Dean reluctantly hugged his grandfather. He had never liked the man, always treating him like he was worth shit though he absolutely adored Sam. After a quick look around he realized Castiel had disappeared.
"Hello Muriel," Samuel says kneeling down and reaching his hand out to her. Instantly Muriel growled, getting up, and walking away. Dean had to suppress a laugh. "Where's that other one, he's cute?" He looked over at Dean.
"Umm somewhere, new people make him nervous."
"I'm not new, I'm your grandfather."
"Close enough," Dean replies rolling his eyes.
"Dean," Sam glared at him.
They're parents wouldn't be home from work for a while.
"Will you go find him, I want to see him?"
"Why, you've never been interested in him before?" Dean crossed his arms.
"Sorry Grandpa, Dean is having a bad day."
"I was having a fine day before he came." He had never gotten this far into hating on him before usually John or Mary would stop him.
"Dean I don't understand where your dislike for me stemmed from." Samuel shook his head acting like a god.
"Probably from your constant favoring of Sam and blaming everything on me. Dean I highly doubt Sam would be dumb enough to break the vase. He did by the way, break the vase." Dean sounded like he had been waiting to use that against him. Without giving Samuel a chance to respond he turned around heading to the back rooms. "Castiel, where are you? Cas." Dean turned into his room and got down to look under the bed. "I thought you'd be under there. Come on, it's okay. It's just the asshole."
Castiel let out a whine but crawled out and into Dean's lap.
"You are such a whiner." He picked up Castiel glad that he was light and it was still possible to pick him up without looking like an idiot. He walked back out the dining room.
"Well isn't he just gorgeous," Samuel says stepping forward as Dean set him down on the floor.
Castel whined rolling over onto his side and trying to be submissive so the scary man didn't hurt him.
"It's alright," Samuel crouched down and gently pet his chest. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You may not physically but mentally who knows what damage you'll do."
Samuel glared up at Dean. "Grow up Dean, you're eighteen now."
"I'm surprised you knew that."
Castiel flapped his wings and got up, starting away from Samuel not liking the way Dean and him talked, it made him feel unsafe.
"Hey where you going," Samuel grabbed his collar to keep him there.
"Let him go," Dean growls.
Castiel stared at the hand on his collar and started shaking looking up at Dean to save him.
"Dean calm down, I'm not going to hurt him." He pulled Castiel back over to him and made him sit.
"You are scaring him, let him go." Dean took a step forward and Castiel rested his head against his knee.
"Dean he is fine." Samuel looked him over for a few seconds before letting go of his collar and standing up. "He really is a nice looking angel Dean."
"I'm well aware of that," he picked up Cas and held him close. "Call me when Mom and Dad get home." With that he walked back into his room and set Castiel onto the bed. "Are you okay Cas? He had no right to touch you, I fucking hate him, thinking he's better than everyone else." He laid down next to Cas smiling when he rested his head against his chest. "I don't need him to tell me how nice you look, you are perfect."
"Dean," Sam asks knocking on the door.
"What do you want Sammy?"
"Are you okay?" Sam opened the door and stepped in.
"I'm fine Sam just go talk with the asshole, I'm sure you two have lots to catch up on." Dean ran his fingers through his angels thick black hair and looked up at the ceiling.
"Alright."
…
The door opened so Dean figured he should probably go out. Their grandfather was staying with them for a week that way he could go to Dean's graduation party and catch up with the family so he might as well get used to talking to the man.
"Where's Dean," John asks looking around.
"I'm here." Dean looked behind him, pouting when Castiel wasn't behind him.
"We're going out for supper, will you go change into something nice?"
"Do I have to go?" Dean threw his head back and groaned.
"Yes we are celebrating you."
"But…"
"Dean go change."
"I don't want to."
"Listen to your mother," Samuel orders.
Dean glared at him. "Don't tell me what to do."
"Dean!"
"I don't have to listen to him, I don't have to listen to you. If you hadn't noticed, I'm eighteen hence the graduating shit."
"What is going on in here?" John entered the house glaring at no one in particular. "I can hear screaming from outside."
"You're son is talking back to his mother." Samuel responds.
"Will you mind your own business?!" Dean full on death glared him. "I'll go change!"
…
Dean entered the house, picked up Castiel from where he sat on the floor whining. "I'm going to bed." He got dressed for bed and cuddled up next to Castiel. "I felt like I was in a spotlight, center stage, with none of the answers."
Castiel rubbed his head under his chin in response trying to be comforting.
"I feel like you're the only one that actually understands. I don't know what I'd do without you Cas." He gave him a light eskimo kiss. "Good night my perfect angel." With that they fell asleep together.
I would like to say that this story has gone nowhere with the plot I had originally planned and I would input as to if I should end this here and retry this in a different story so I don't ruin this one or continue. Getting an actual plot going has proved to be really hard.
