Bobby's POV
The boys have been gone a little over three hours and I am sitting next to the couch, watching Cas.
I can't stop thinking about what went on between him and Dean earlier. Obviously something.
And I think it finally adds up.
They have finally told each other their feelings.
Oh yes, I know all about that. Dean told me everything one day. Just spilled it all, that boy's pretty talkative when he's drunk.
About a week later Cas seemed bothered by something so I asked him and surprisingly he told me everything. I really didn't expect him to.
They both told me how they had feelings for one another and I could do nothing but sit there and curse their stupidity.
Damn, they're a couple now aren't they?
I wonder if Sam has realized it yet...
Sam and Dean must have stopped for the night because it is noon the next day and they still aren't here.
I'm reading a book I haven't read in ages when Cas starts to stir.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty." I say as I sit down in the chair I was in all last night.
"Hello."
"How are ya today?"
"Better, thank you."
Cas starts to sit up and I see him wince, knowing how terrible that couch can be, I help him sit up the rest of the way.
"So Cas."
"Yes Bobby?"
"I was wonderin' something."
Cas looks at me in expectance.
"Now, you don't have to answer this, but, is there something going on between you and Dean?"
Cas looks away and I think he's blushing. Oh yeah, I was right.
"Yes."
"Okay, just wonderin', just let me know if that boy hurts you, I promise I'll give him a good talking to."
Cas seems amused by that. He starts studying the room and his gaze lands on the picture of Sam and Dean with me in the junkyard somewhere. I'm pretty sure Ellen took it. It was before we even knew him.
I see Cas's gave soften and something akin to sadness enter his eyes and graze his features.
"You okay Cas?"
Cas seems surprised at my sudden question, as if he had forgotten I was there.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Bull, now spill."
We have something close to a staring contest before he sighs and looks at the picture again.
"You want to know what's wrong? What's wrong, is that everyone seems to have some sort of father figure, but me."
"What do ya mean?"
"I mean, Sam and Dean have you, most of my brothers have seen my Father at least once if not, they at least have heard His voice, but not me. I haven't seen nor heard Him. I feel like I'm trying to please someone who I'm invisible to. Like I'm trying to live up to my brothers and sisters to get an approval from someone who doesn't even care. I don't have anyone to go to when I'm injured or need advice on my freedom or newfound feelings. No one I grew up around, someone who will tell me they are proud of me. Even for the smallest of things."
Cas's eyes are glassy and tears threaten to fall. I do think of him as one of my boys, but I've never said it. I'm not good with that stuff. Well, I guess I have no choice now.
"Yes you do ya idgit."
Cas looks up at me with both hope and confusion written on his face.
"Ya have me. I mean, I not exactly A+ dad material, but I'm real, you can both see and hear me. You can come to me when you're hurt or when you need to talk about anything, anything at all. Just because you didn't grow up around me like Sam and Dean did, doesn't mean that you're not one of my boys, you are. This family is very dysfunctional and emotionally constipated, we don't go around saying I love you and we never will. I know Sam and Dean love me and they know I love them. Sam loves you to, like a brother and you now that Dean loves you. Now, this is the only time I'm ever going to say this and I will deny afterwards, but I love you too, you're like another son to me and I am so proud of you. You may be an angel, but that don't mean I don't worry. Just know you are always welcome here. No matter what."
He smiles, and real smile, "Thank you Bobby." And in those three words, I hear all I need to hear, thanks for being there, thanks for letting me now I'm not alone, thanks for loving me, thanks for being the father I never had I even hear an I love you too.
"Alright, enough with all the sappy stuff. I'm gonna make something to eat, you want anything?"
"Coffee would be nice."
Figures.
"Coffee, coming right up."
I head to the kitchen to make some coffee and await the arrival of those two idgits. I hope they don't take too much longer.
I peek back into the living room and see Cas with his eyes closed and his head leaning on the back of the couch.
This spell is going to be tricky, but we are family.
And family don't leave no one behind.