H're she blows, Cap'n!

After Cas left, Dean pulled on a pair of jeans and t-shirt and grabbed a pair of work gloves off his work bench in his garage. He headed straight over to his parents' house. He was nervous. He had no idea how they were going to react to his news. He hoped everything would turn out fine, but there was still part of him that worried. What if they weren't as accepting as everyone else has been? What if they kicked him out of the family or called him names? As he pulled up into their driveway, parking behind his dad's truck, he pushed his worry down deep. His parents were understanding people. They wouldn't disown him… right?

He walked into the house. "Come on! We're burning day light! There's work to be done!"

He walked into the kitchen to find his parents leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee. He found them smiling over the rims of their cups. "Good morning, sweetie," Mary greeted him.

"Morning."

Mary tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes and smirking. Damn, how bad did he have it for Cas if his mom could pick up on it after thirty seconds?

"What's the rush?" John asked him, smiling at him knowingly.

Dean narrowed his eyes at his parents. Did they know? Did Sam tell them? Sam wouldn't have told, would he? "No rush?" Dean answered, unsure of what to say. He had hoped to have this conversation later, have at least one more happy moment with them before he got thrown out.

"So you don't have any plans tonight? It's Friday night," Mary prodded.

"What do you guys know?" Dean asked. If they wanted to have the conversation now, they could have it now. He had thirty some odd years of good memories that he could live off of for the rest of his life.

Mary smiled. "I could hear it in your voice yesterday morning, Dean. You're in love."

"I'm not in love, Mom."

Mary scoffed. "The glow you have says differently, sweetie."

Dean took a deep breath. "So that's all you have to go on? A phone conversation?"

"Your mom tried asking Sammy and Jess about it, but they were – what did you say they were, honey?"

"Suspiciously stupid."

"Right. Suspiciously stupid."

"For a little brother that's made it his mission to be in all of your business, Sam sure didn't know anything about this new girlfriend of yours," Mary told him.

Dean nodded. "About that… I don't have a girlfriend."

Mary rolled her eyes and waved her hand in dismissal. "Whatever you want to call it. There is some girl and she's making you happy."

Dean quickly shook his head. "No, I'm dating someone…" Dean admitted. "It's just not a girl," he quickly added.

John and Mary frowned at him before looking at one another. John set his cup down. "What now?" he asked Dean as he stepped closer to him.

"I'm seeing a guy. I'm gay – bisexual, really. But still, I'm dating a guy."

"So what you're telling me is you're sleeping with some guy?" John asked angrily.

Dean gulped. Here it came. "Well, we haven't slept together, but yeah."

John's anger faded just as fast as it came on. He smiled brightly at his son, slapping his jaw lovingly. "That's my boy. Don't put out on the first date or they won't respect you."

Mary scoffed behind him. "You should've taken your own advice."

"I should've. Then I wouldn't have to take so much crap from you."

"Okay, first off," Dean started. "Ew, and secondly, what the hell?"

John chuckled. "Dean, you haven't brought a girl home in a few years and you haven't even mentioned any prospects. It was just kind of…"

"Inevitable? And you're such a good cook, sweetie."

"My cooking skills and lack of girlfriends? Really? This is what we're basing my sexuality on? I'm a firefighter! That's manly shit!"

"There was one of those in that group that sang YMCA, wasn't there?" John asked Mary.

"No," Dean answered for her. "There was a cop, an Indian, a cowboy, a biker, a military guy, and a construction worker." John and Mary looked at one another before looking at Dean pointedly. "Oh my God, seriously? I have a shit ton of pop culture knowledge."

They continued to look at Dean knowingly. Dean got increasingly agitated. He rubbed his face. "What's his name?" Mary asked, happily. "How did you meet him?"

"You can't freak out when I tell you."

John and Mary looked at one another worriedly. "Who is it?" John asked.

"Haley's school teacher."

"Mr. Novak?" Mary asked, shocked.

Dean nodded. "His name is Castiel… Cas. And you can't say anything, okay? No one knows he's gay and he doesn't want anyone finding out just yet."

John frowned. "Why?"

"He wants everyone at the school to value him as a teacher before they judge him as a person."

"So then Sam and Jess don't know?" Mary asked.

Dean nodded. "Sam knows and Jess is the one that set us up. Apparently you two weren't the only ones waiting for me to come out of the closet. I'm pretty positive I was the last one to know."

Mary walked up to Dean, taking his face in her hands. "We're proud of you, Dean. I really hope this works out for you."

"When do we get to meet him?" John asked, wiggling his eyebrows at his son.

"We've only really been together for about a week and most of that week I was working. I don't want to… scare him off."

"But you really like him?" Mary asked, taking a step back and leaning against the island counter.

"I really like him," Dean said, smiling crookedly.

Mary smiled brightly. "I'm so happy. A teacher, huh? That's very…"

"Suburban," John finished with a chuckle.

"Yes. Suburban. That means he likes kids. So I'll get grandbabies out of you after all."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Let's take this one step at a time, okay? We have a lot in common, he's fun to hang out with, but we've only been together a week."

John tilted his head slightly, smiling at his son. "Are you trying to convince us to slow down or yourself?"

"Shut up. I thought I came over here to help you with the gutters, old man. You aren't even out of your pajamas. What are you doing off on a Friday anyway?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

John laughed, throwing his head back. "Alright, alright. Let me go get dressed."

John grabbed his coffee cup and headed upstairs. Mary smiled at Dean. "It's okay to love him."

"Mom…"

"I'm serious, Dean. Maybe a guy is what you needed all along… for whatever reasons that I'm sure I don't want to know about," she told him, waving her hands to stop any arguing. "He probably is just as smitten with you." He doubted that. "Bring him around, I'll let you know," Mary said, winking at him. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Yeah," he told her, walking behind her over to the coffee pot. He was going to need all the energy he could get.

^O^

"What are you doing?" Cas asked Dean. He had just got in his car and called Dean immediately. He was looking forward to tonight. He had called Charlie and Gilda on the way to work that morning and they were looking forward to hanging out with Dean.

"Laying here on the couch half dressed. I made the mistake of lying down."

"Are you too tired to come out tonight?"

"No, no," Dean said. "I'll catch my second wind here in a little bit. What are you doing?"

"Driving home. Do you need me to come over and shake you around a bit? Maybe slap you? Isn't that what people do when they need to keep a person awake?"

"Your people skills are fucking rusty, Cas," he said, laughing at Cas. "I just need some coffee."

"I can do coffee. I'll just make a stop at the coffee house – "

"Are you telling me you don't know how to make coffee?"

"I'm not a complete lost cause," Cas said. "I know how to make it. I just don't have any means in which to bring it to you."

"You could always come here and make it."

"I could always come there and make it," Cas said with a smirk.

Dean smiled. "See you in a few?"

"Let me go home and change first. I'll be over there in a little bit."

"'kay."

They said goodbye and Dean ended the call, tossing the phone on the coffee table. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes shot open when he heard someone knocking on the garage door. He looked at the clock and saw that it was four-thirty. He frowned as he realized he'd been asleep for the past hour and a half. He got off the couch and stumbled over to the door. He opened it to find Cas wearing a black button down and jeans.

"You look like you just woke up."

"I didn't mean to fall asleep," he said as he moved back and allowed Cas to come in. Cas stepped up and pecked Dean on the lips before making his way over to the coffee maker.

Dean caught Cas' wrist, stopping him and pulling him back in front of him. "A peck ain't gonna cut it."

Cas smirked as he leaned in to kiss Dean, but pulled away when Dean leaned in the rest of the way. "What's going to cut it?"

Dean pushed Cas against the wall beside the door. "You not being a tease, for one."

Cas laughed softly before Dean kissed him. Dean ran his hands up the back of Cas' shirt, pulling him tighter against him. Cas lost his hands in Dean's hair, moaning softly as Dean bit his bottom lip. Dean grinned at Cas as he pulled out of the kiss. "Hey."

"Hi," Cas said, smiling happily at Dean.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's neck as Dean pressed his face against Cas', hugging him close. "How was your day?" Dean mumbled against his neck.

"Good," Cas answered softly against his ear. He had spent most of his day thinking about Dean and their situation. That part of him that was being cautious about falling for a straight guy was getting smaller and smaller and Cas just wanted to give into his feelings, more so than he already had. He didn't want to worry about Dean freaking out because that was just making him nervous. He wanted to believe that Dean was sincere, and when he went home to change a moment ago, he saw those flowers sitting in the middle of the kitchen table and he knew Dean was really in this. "I missed you," he said, hoping the nervousness he felt in saying those words didn't bleed through.

Dean's arms tightened around Cas. "I missed you, too."

Cas pressed a couple of kisses to Dean's neck. "Do you still want me to make you some coffee?"

Dean took a deep breath, breathing in Cas before he pulled away from him. "Yeah, that would be great."

Cas kissed him before Dean got too far away from him. "Go sit," Cas told him, pushing him towards the living room. Dean flopped down on the couch and watched Cas go about making him coffee. "So how did your day go?" Cas asked.

"It went great. My parents took the news really well. They're both ready to meet you."

"That's great," Cas said, slightly sarcastically. He'd only met one set of parents in his life and that didn't go so well. Mainly because the guy used him to come out to his parents, but still, it was a bad experience.

Dean didn't notice. "And then my dad busted my ass helping him with things around the house. We were just supposed to clean out the gutters but I somehow got roped into helping him mow the lawn and change Mom's oil in her car."

Cas chuckled. "Free help that's worth a damn is only found in offspring," Cas said.

"Next time the other offspring can help."

Once Cas had the coffee brewing, he walked into the living room, making Dean sit up so he could lay his head on Cas' lap. Dean's eyes closed as Cas started running his fingers through his hair. "You better not fall back asleep."

"I'm not. I'm just enjoying this. I love it when someone runs their fingers through my hair."

Cas laid his other hand on Dean's chest, which Dean promptly covered with his own. "You have nice hair."

Dean chuckled. "So what are we going to see tonight?"

"I think they want to go see that scary movie that's out."

"The one based on a true story?" Dean asked in a mocking tone.

"You don't believe in things like that?"

"Hell no. Ghosts and demons aren't real."

"Well, regardless if it's true or not, the previews are still scary as hell."

Dean smiled. "Does that mean you're going to be screaming and hiding your face against my arm?"

"Probably."

"I'm in," Dean said quickly, causing Cas to laugh at him.

^O^

Dean talked Cas into staying the night again, so when they went to meet up with Charlie and Gilda at the restaurant, they took Dean's car. "This looks kind of… fancy," Dean told Cas as they pulled up.

"It's not. It's rather eclectic. We come here all the time. You'll love it."

"Do they serve pie?"

"They do."

"What the hell are we waiting for?" Dean asked as he got out of the car.

Cas chuckled as he got out. Dean waited for him at the front of the car, bumping his shoulder against Cas' as they made their way across the street. Dean opened the door for Cas which earned him a wink. It was hard not being affectionate towards Cas. All he wanted to do was hold his hand and maybe kiss him – okay, definitely kiss him – but he couldn't even look at him in a way people could misconstrue. He'd just have to find ways around it.

When they walked into the restaurant, the hostess smiled at Cas. "Hey, Cas."

"Hey, Daphne. Are Charlie and Gilda here, yet?"

"I haven't seen them. Let me go take a look," she said, smiling brightly at the oblivious man.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Dean chuckled. "Looks like I've got competition."

Cas pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling his sister's number up. He'd texted her on the drive over, but he never got a response. He'd assumed they were already here. "What are you talking about?" he asked as he put the phone up to his ear.

"That Daphne chick has eyes for you, Cas."

Cas shrugged. "How is that competition? I like dick, remember? Preferably yours," he said softly. Dean smirked as Cas moved to stand beside him. Cas turned the speaker phone on as soon as Charlie answered. "Charlie, where the hell are you at?"

"Technical difficulties."

"Dean and I are at the restaurant waiting on you two."

"Shit. We'll be there soon. We sort of… lost track of time."

Dean chuckled as Cas realized what kind of technical difficulties they had. He looked like he'd lost his appetite. "We'll get a table," Cas told her. "Hurry up," he said before hanging up the phone.

"You look a little green, Cas."

"I'm glad my sister has a healthy sex life, but I don't really care to know about it."

Dean laughed at him as Daphne walked up. "Sorry, Cas. I didn't see her."

"I just got off the phone with her. She hasn't even left the house yet. Can we just go ahead and get a table for four?"

"Sure," she said sweetly. "I've got just the table."

Dean let Cas lead the way and that gave Daphne the opportunity to walk beside Cas. Dean tried not to smile, but it was funny watching Cas be completely oblivious to Daphne and her flirting. When they got to the table, Dean walked around them. Daphne wanted to seat them across from one another, but Dean was going to sit beside his boyfriend whether Daphne liked it or not.

While Daphne was telling them about the specials, Dean was scoping the place out. There weren't a lot of people there and the place was kind of dark. Cas bumped Dean's arm with his elbow, bringing Dean out of his perusing. "What do you want to drink?"

"Oh, uh," he looked up at Daphne. "Surprise me," he told her before opening his menu and looking at the food.

"I'll be back with your drinks," she said, smiling at Cas before departing.

Dean noticed the table cloth and how it was hiding Cas and Dean's legs. Dean smirked as he moved his leg a little further to the right and found Cas' knee. "What are you doing?" Cas asked.

Dean smiled at Cas. "Getting around the no-public-touching rule."

"I think this is called breaking the rule," Cas pointed out, tapping his knee against Dean's.

"Oh, but you see, no one can actually see it. So it's not public."

Cas shook his head as he chuckled at Dean. "Whatever you say, dear."

"So what's good here?"

"You didn't hear the specials?"

"The what?"

"You didn't hear anything Daphne said?"

"Oh, no. I wasn't paying attention to your girlfriend. I was checking the place out. It's nice. Cozy."

Cas rolled his eyes. "You aren't going to let that go, are you?"

Dean shook his head. "Not anytime soon, no," he said, grinning deviously.

"Anyway, everything is good here."

Dean nodded as he looked over the menu. "Everything, huh? What are you getting?"

"Turkey and avocado quesadilla."

"Yeah, I'm going to need more than that. I'm starving."

"They have burgers here," Cas said, pointing to the burger section in the menu. "That sounds better actually."

Dean looked over the burger selection and decided to get, "The double cheeseburger and seasoned French fries. That sounds delicious."

"I think I'm going to get the cheeseburger. I'm hungry, but not that hungry."

"How big are these burgers, Cas?"

"Pretty damn big," Cas said, wide eyed.

Dean smiled, nodding his head. "Challenge accepted."

Cas laughed at him as Daphne came back with their drinks. "Here you guys go."

"Thanks, Daphne," Cas told her, causing her to smile proudly.

Charlie and Gilda came in at that point. Dean waved to them and they made a beeline for the table. "Hey, Daphne," Charlie greeted her as she and Gilda walked up. Dean being the gentleman that he was, stood up as the girls pulled out their seats. Cas frowned up at him. "What are you doing?"

"Being a gentleman," Gilda told Cas. "I've never had a man do that before. Thank you, Dean."

"My pleasure," Dean said, sitting back down after the girls took their seat.

Cas smiled at Dean. "Aren't you sweet?"

Dean grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "I've been known to be."

Charlie cleared her throat, but it sounded a lot like flowers when she did it. Cas kicked his sister from under the table, making her yelp and narrow her eyes at her brother. "What would you two like to drink?" Daphne asked Charlie and Gilda.

"Cokes," Gilda answered for them.

Once Daphne was out of earshot, Charlie smiled at Dean and Cas. "So, this is fun. Double dating. I've never done this before."

Gilda shook her head. "I haven't either."

"Me either," Cas added.

"Really? You guys have never been on a double date?"

"You have?" Gilda asked.

Dean nodded. "Sammy and Jess used to set me up on dates and we'd all go out together."

"Was it fun?" Charlie wondered aloud.

Dean shrugged. "Sometimes. The fun really lies in who you're having it with," Dean said, bumping Cas' knee with his own as he winked at him.

Gilda giggled. "I told you they would be cute."

Cas smiled at Dean, blushing slightly, rubbing his knee against Dean's.

"So," Charlie started. "Tell us about this firefighting gig you have. Tell us everything there is to know about Dean Winchester," Charlie demanded.

For the majority of dinner, Cas sat back and watched as Dean, Charlie, and Gilda talked about Dean. Dean got just as inquisitive about Charlie and Gilda, asking how they met. "So, how did you two meet? Where does a Kansas girl and a Illinois girl find one another?"

"At a LARPing convention," Charlie answered.

"A what now?"

"Live action role-playing," Gilda clarified.

"There's a game we both play called Moondor and we met there. I was a queen and Gilda was my magical fairy."

"You should come with us, Dean. You might like it."

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "I don't know about that…"

"I've gone. It's actually quite fun," Cas admitted.

"Oh? And what were you?" Dean asked.

"I was the one of the queen's guards."

Dean looked Cas up and down, imaging him in chainmail and carrying a sword. "Do you still go?"

Cas shrugged. "Sometimes. I was planning on going the next time they went."

"Which is in a few months," Gilda added.

Dean smirked. "Yeah, I'll go."

"We'll even make you a free costume. You can be one of my guards," Charlie told him.

"It's what we do for a living. You wouldn't believe how much money there is in making costumes for LARPers," Gilda said.

"Sure. Why not, huh?" Dean said, agreeing simply because he knew Cas had to look fucking hot dressed up.

Their waitress came with dessert. Cas didn't get anything because he was stuffed from the burger he ate. Dean, however, always had room for pie. "That looks good," Cas told him.

Dean looked between his pie and Cas, locking his eyes with Cas'. "You want a bite, don't you?"

"Well, if you're handing them out, I'd take one."

"Cas, you have to understand that I don't share my pie with anyone – "

"Oh…" Cas said, looking a little sad that he couldn't be Dean's special case.

"Let me finish… but for you, I'll let you have a bite."

Gilda and Charlie "Awww"ed from their side of the table. Cas and Dean fixed the both of them with a glare, which made them giggle. Cas grabbed his fork and took a bite of the pie. "Oh, wow. That is good pie."

Dean nodded. "Not as good as mine, but it's still good."

"You cook?" Charlie asked.

"I do."

Gilda motioned to Cas. "Maybe you can teach him how to cook."

"If I did that, he'd have no need for me," he said, winking at Cas. Cas smiled at him.

"I think that just gave me diabetes," Charlie told Gilda.

Gilda laughed at Charlie as Charlie smirked at the glaring men sitting across from her. Dean and Cas both rolled their eyes as they finished Dean's pie.

HAHAHAAA! John... man... that was fun. ^.^

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