Sam threw the door open and slammed it shut just as quickly, he could hardly see through the blurry tears that soaked his face, dripping from his nose and chin. He wiped his hand down his face though it hardly made a difference. Sam pressed his head against the door, fighting his hardest to stop the sobbing, to stop his shoulders from quivering. "Damn it…" he hissed, slamming his fist against the frame, "Damn it!"
"Sam?" Mary walked over, "Sam are you alright?"
He looked up, eyes red and puffy. No matter how old you are, when your mom comes to see if you're okay while you're trying to fight off tears you won't stand a chance. And Sam didn't. He broke down as soon as she touched him; he fell into her arms and pressed his face against the soft fabric of her blouse.
"Oh, Sam…" Mary stroked the back of his head, her other arm wrapped around him firmly. "Come sit in the living room." She led him gingerly; carefully making sure he made it there safely. She sat with him quietly, listening to him as he let it out, sobbing and bawling.
Castiel thudded down the stairs without any grace whatsoever, stumbling into the living room. "I heard crying…" He looked down at Sam and bit his bottom lip, "Did… your boyfriend…"
Sam nodded, sniveled and hiccupped, attempted to speak and failed. Mary stroked his back and looked at Cas, "You know something about this?"
Cas hesitated but nodded, "Yeah…"
"Sam we'll be right back, sit tight, okay?" Mary stood and led Castiel to the kitchen, "Alright, spill it."
Cas fidgeted briefly, "Well uh… Friday, when Sam was at the library, he met a guy who asked him out. They were good together, or so he said. He got his hopes up… like way up there," Cas motioned above his head, "And from the looks of it, his boyfriend just left him."
Mary shook her head; "I'm going to go see if I can get anything more out of Sam, he feels better when he talks about it." She hurried back to the living room, this time at least slightly more prepared to handle her son's breakdown. "Sweetie, did you want to tell me what happened?"
Sam inhaled shakily, seeming to have gotten a grip on himself, or at least a better one. "He wanted to tell me in person… But what he told me…" Sam trembled and tried to get a better hold on himself, "It was all so stupid… What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you, Sam. There's nothing wrong with getting attached to someone you just met, okay?" Mary pet his cheek, "What did he say?"
"He… he told me that after our first date he… he went to the bar and picked up another guy." Sam shook his head; "On our first date he went and had sex with some other guy because I wouldn't…"
"Sam, that isn't your fault. He's the one to blame here." Mary tried to console Sam though she didn't realize the way her other son had gone pale.
"From… a bar?" Cas walked around to face Sam, "What… What was his name?"
"Dean." Sam snapped, "His name was Dean." He looked up and watched the horror settle into Castiel's expression, his suddenly looking sunken and ill. "Cas?"
"My boyfriend's name is… Dean…" Cas trembled and lifted his hand, "About yay-tall, brown hair, spiked…"
"And hazel eyes." Sam finished, his heart sinking a little further, "Oh my god…"
Cas stumbled backward; lucky for him John's chair was right there because his legs gave out, dropping him into the worn leather seat. "I met him at the bar Friday night…"
"Cas," Sam stood up and walked over to his brother, watching the blank expression on Cas' face as it was quickly swallowed with grief. "Cas?"
Castiel hunched forward suddenly, hands grasping at his chest. What the hell had just happened? Dean lied to him? Dean had been dating both him and Sam at the same time; he'd just broken it off with Sam… Cas shuddered and felt as though his airways were closing on him, his chest feeling heavier and heavier the longer he sat there. "Ah…" He gasped, his eyes watering, "…ah…nnn…"
"Cas!" Sam took a firm hold of Castiel's shoulders though all the smaller male did was shake.
Mary crossed the room and pulled Cas into the same hug she'd given Sam, squeezing him. "He's just hurt, Sam." She said calmly, "Cas hasn't ever gone out with anyone," she looked up at Sam, "My guess is that he put more stock into this Dean than you did."
Sam shook angrily, 'What am I supposed to do here?' He thought and stalked out of the room, his hand finding his phone. The only thing he could think to do was call Dean.
Mary looked over there for a moment then back down at Cas, "Brown hair… hazel eyes… named Dean… Couldn't be..." She shook her head though something nagged at the back of her mind.
Sam waited, listening to the rings until Dean picked up.
"Sam-"
"You son of a bitch!" Sam shouted, "You slept with Castiel!"
"Castiel?" Dean had to think on that for a moment, Castiel… Cas. "Wait, you mean Cas?" Cas had never given Dean a full name…
"Yeah, Cas!" Sam snarled, "You cheated on me with my own brother!"
"Cas is your…" Dean trailed off as he realized what that meant. "Oh crap… Where is he?"
"He's currently breaking down because of you, dick! You're never seeing him again, if you come anywhere close I'll kill you."
Dean shook his head, "No, I have to see him. I'm coming anyway." He didn't wait for Sam to respond and hung up.
Sam growled and went back to the living room, "He's coming back… I'm calling dad."
Mary nodded, anyone who hurt her boys deserved to get the 'John treatment'.
John was already on his way home when he got the call and the explanation of what had happened with this one guy that both sons had dated. "And he's on his way to our home?" John asked to double check.
"Right." Mary was still next to Cas as she spoke, a little worried when she looked down at his unresponsive form.
"Well I'm almost there, I should beat him." John put his foot to the floor.
"And John?"
"Yeah?"
"His name is Dean, apparently." She wasn't sure if he'd pick up on it though his following silence told her enough.
"…There are a lot of boys named Dean, Mary." John sighed, "I'll be right there."
As promised, John made it home first, looking down at Castiel strangely, "It's only been a few days, why is he taking this so hard?"
"Because it's Cas, dad." Sam looked over, "He gets attached, you know that."
John nodded, going over to the boy and kneeling next to him, "You okay, son?"
Cas' eyes flicked up briefly before returning to their gaze on the floor, he shook his head.
John sighed again and stood up, walking to the door, "I see headlights, guess he's here."
Sam nodded, leaning against a wall nearby. He knew his dad would have a few things to say to him later but right now he just wanted to watch Dean be torn a new one. Not just for what he'd done to Sam, mostly for Castiel.
The doorbell rang once before John opened it, aggressively taking a step forward before he jerked to a stop. Dean stared at him with wide eyes, expecting to be hit but the blow never came. John blinked, tears welling up immediately. "Dean?"
Dean hesitated though his mind flashed back and remembered that face. "…Dad?"
John's stance relaxed and he threw his arms around his oldest son, squeezing Dean with as much strength as he could muster. "My god, son…"
Dean trembled but wrapped his arms around John as well, unable to even process the emotions that rampaged through him. He closed his eyes and let the tears streak his face, his heart's pounding finally slowing down. He was safe, he was home. "Dad… I can't believe it…"
"Where have you been?" John leaned back again, "We looked all over for you."
"You know Grange Street? I ended up down there." Dean laughed a little.
John stared at him in awe, "You… were in the same town this whole time?"
"Kind of…" Dean looked up at Sam who couldn't look more confused if he tried. "Can I come in, dad?"
"Of course," John stepped aside, "Mary, you were right."
She ran over from the living room, "Oh my god! Dean!" She went up to hug him, held on and never planned to let go. "My baby… you came home…" She wept.
Sam looked over at Cas in the living room, his brother curled up in on himself, head tucked as low as it could get. Sam's gaze shifted back to Dean and his parents' smiling faces. "Are you fucking kidding me!" He cursed, "Aren't you forgetting something? What he did to Cas and I?"
"Sam it was like three days, you'll be fine." John looked over at him, "Your older brother's home, after so long of thinking he's dead. Can't you not fight for a little while?"
Sam stared at them, completely shocked. "I can't believe this…" he stormed past them, put his shoes on and ran out the door.
"Sam…" Dean moved to follow but John placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Sam will be fine," he motioned toward the living room.
Dean nodded and walked in; looking over at the teenager he'd chosen. "Cas…" he quietly walked across the room and knelt next to him. Dean watched Cas for a moment before turning to his parents, "Can I have a moment with him?"
Mary nodded and pushed John out of the room.
"Cas, hey…" Dean reached in between Cas' stomach and his legs, prying the boy apart. "Come on, look at me…"
Castiel knew when he wasn't strong enough to stop Dean so instead he uncurled and lashed out at him, "Get away from me! Liar!"
Dean took the hit and pulled Castiel into his arms, "Cas, I'm so sorry…"
Cas struggled and squirmed until he tired, his fingers gripping the fabric of Dean's shirt, squeezing it and tugging at it. "No… let me go." He looked up, tears staining his face like just about everyone else in the house, "You…" He turned away again and rested his head on Dean's shoulder. They stayed like that in silence for a few minutes; Cas closed his eyes and sighed. "You're their original older son…"
"Yeah," Dean picked Cas up and sat down in the chair, he put the teen in his lap and continued to hold him. "I'm sorry."
"Why would you do that? How could you do that to me?" Cas whispered.
"Honestly Cas I don't know what's wrong with me… I had met Sam earlier that day but you… You caught my eye, you changed me, the way I think and act. I hadn't realized how special you were to me until it was too late and I was dating you both. I would have only asked you out after I broke it off with Sam but you needed to hear it right then, at that moment and I didn't want to lose you. I should have told you… I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry here…"
Cas looked up at him and paused to consider the entire situation, how Dean and Sam had ended up, how the two of them had met and all the circumstances. It was wrong of Dean to ask both of them out, to have sex with him while Sam was considered Dean's boyfriend. It wasn't right but Cas didn't want to lose Dean either, despite what had just happened. "I… I need you with me." He admitted softly, "I'm mad at you, very… But don't go."
Dean nodded and held him tighter, "Alright…"
"Good enough for me," Mary walked back in and sat down as near to Dean as she could. "What have you been up to? I want to hear about all of it."
John joined in, also eagerly waiting for Dean to speak.
Dean laughed lightly, "You're sure? It's kind of… well alright, I'll tell you." He adjusted himself in his seat to better hold Cas and look at his parents. "A man named Alastair picked me up off the street the day I ran away…"
Dean got into the details of it, the beatings and rape, the year of being trapped inside and how twisted he felt. He teared up but tried to continue, Cas wrapped his arms around him and held on tightly which only made him want to let go all the more. John stared, anger rising in him.
"Where did you say you lived?" He managed to say calmly.
Dean repeated it through awkward inhales and brief moments of hyperventilation, Mary moved in to help comfort him, nodding her head toward John as the man stood. "I'll be back…" John walked out to the garage and soon they heard the car drive away.
"Wh-where's he going?" Dean sniffled.
"Don't worry about that," Mary stroked his cheek, "How about I make you some pie?"
Dean laughed sadly, "I'd really like that."