This chapter isn't very long, sorry! I just thought the rest of my ideas for what happens next would fit better in another chapter! I'd just like to thank EVERYONE who has reviewed my story so far, they make me so happy. Chapter 11 will be up shortly since I have all the ideas ready to go! Keep reviewing! Don't forget to favorite and follow as well! And...ON WITH CHAPTER 10! Enjoy (: xx

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

Dean suddenly woke up to the sound of his cellphone ringing. He looked over to his right and saw Castiel sleeping next to him, stirring because of the unexpected noise. He could get used to waking up like this. He softly got up out of the bed, grabbing his phone, making sure not to wake Cas up. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping; it reminded Dean of the angels he saw in the books his mother used to read to him when he was younger. He opened his phone and whispered into it as he tiptoed out of the room.

"DEAN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

"Sammy? Why the hell are you yelling? I'm at Cas's. I slept over, he…he needed someone last night."

"Dad left for work early this morning but…but…"

"Spit it out Sam! But what? What's going on?"

"There's someone downstairs…"

"Dude WHAT THE HELL? Stop being a sissy and go downstairs!"

"Jerk! I'm being serious Dean. Get home now!"

"I'm on my way, give me a few."

The brothers said their goodbyes and Dean walked back into Castiel's room to find his angel-like….friend? Sitting up, looking around the room.

"Morning Sunshine." Dean said with a smile, eyeing Cas's messy head of hair. "Feeling any better?"

"Good morning Dean." Cas replied, with the same smile Dean had greeted him with. "And yes, I am. Thank you for staying with me last night, I…I needed"

"Don't mention it man, I'm actually glad you called me instead of some other jerk."

"You're far from a jerk Dean." He noticed Dean's gaze wasn't on him, but rather something else. "What are you staring a…" He touched his hair and realized he was staring at his infamous 'sex-hair.'

Dean started laughing at the face Cas made as he touched his head and realized he had a serious case of bed head. He put on his shoes while he sat on the edge of Cas's bed. While tying his laces, he was thinking about what had happened last night. Cas hadn't mentioned it and as happy as it made him, he didn't want to seem like a teenage girl who had finally got asked out a date by the cute guy in her math class by bringing it up. Although, getting asked out on a date did seem like a good idea. He looked up at Cas who was still trying to tame his hair and started chuckling.

"Dean it isn't funny. My hair is getting very unruly. I might have to cut it."

"What?! Cas no. That's what makes you, you. Keep it like that." Dean said, kissing Castiel on the cheek before getting up. The blush on Castiel's face was enough to make his cheeks look like apples. Dean remembered they hadn't figured out what they were yet and immediately went to say 'sorry' but was cut off by Cas.

"You should never apologize for something you don't regret." Cas said, smirking like Dean usually did.

"Hey, Sammy called earlier and told me someone's in our house and he's being a little bitch so I need to go and check. You gonna be okay by yourself?"

"Someone's in your house?" Cas asked, tilting his head to the side.

Dean always loved when he did that, it made him happy. "Yeah, it was probably just my dad. Or Bobby. Anyway, I was wondering if you're not doing anything later we could catch a movie or something?"

"Is Dean Winchester asking me on a date?" Cas said, and the tone in his voice was unfamiliar so Dean couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"I…uhhh…"

Cas couldn't hold back his laughter at the sight of a nervous Dean. "I'd love to." He shot him a sweet smile before continuing. "And yes Dean, I'll be fine. I think I heard either Gabriel or Zachariah come in this morning so I suppose I can sort out the problems." Cas stood up, making his way over to his dresser.

"If Zachariah lays one finger on you so God help me I will…."

"Dean." Castiel walked over to him and shoved him a little, causing Dean to now be standing outside the door. "Go." He said, giving him a smile as he shut the door behind him.

Dean walked into the house and heard talking. 'Wow kid actually stopped being a little bitch for once' he thought to himself as he heard his brother talking to someone in the kitchen. He heard laughing so Sam must know the person he's talking to. But, it wasn't a man's laugh. It was a woman's. Dean opened the door that led into their compact kitchen to find Sam sitting at the kitchen table and a tall woman standing at the stove. She had long, curly blonde hair that reminded him of his mother. She always stood there making him breakfast when he was a kid, usually cereal, but on some extra special mornings there'd be a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon on the table waiting for him. They used to get along, John and Mary. Dean always told himself he couldn't wait to fall in love with someone like his parents. It all went downhill when John started working late and coming home drunk, that's when the violence started and he guessed his mother had had enough and that's why she left. Seeing this look-alike brought back something he hadn't thought about it a while, and he finally noticed the tear making its way down his cheek. Sam turned around but luckily didn't see the droplet on Dean's face because he quickly wiped it off.

"Dean! You're home!" Sam said, smiling at him like he hadn't even called in the first place.

"Yea…yeah I'm home Sammy. Who's this?" He asked, pointing to the woman who still hadn't turned around to greet him. He took that as a little rude since she was a guest.

"Umm…well I think you might know that already."

"What are you talking about?" The confusion is his voice filled the room.

The blonde woman turned around to show her face. It was a face he had seen before, a face he could never forget, the face of the woman that had left his life years ago. Mary Winchester.

"Hi Dean." She said, her voice sounded like an angel. Everything about her was like that, as if it weren't real, as if he was still sleeping beside Cas, dreaming his mother had come back to save him and his brother.

"Mom?"

"Yes." She smiled at her older son before walking over to where he was standing and placing her arms around him, holding him. He didn't move for a few seconds, still fearing this moment wasn't real. He mind was more confused than ever. Hatred, hurt, love, happiness, sadness, a mix of emotions swimming through his mind. He didn't know what to feel when he saw his mother's face turn around and smile at him and hug him like she hadn't just up and left all those years ago.

"What are you doing here?" He finally got up the nerve to say something as he loosened away from his mother's hug.

"I'm home." Mary replied with a smile, which didn't stay on her face for long because she was staring at her son's face, it looked less than pleased. "Dean?"

He stood there silent. Mary and Sam looked at each other and then his mother decided enough was enough.

"Dean? What's wrong?" She asked, getting up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

He moved back, letting Mary's hand fall down to her hip. "You think you can just leave us here with Dad drinking and come back and pretend like everything's okay?" Dean looked away, lifting his hands to his face.

"Dean…" Sam interrupted.

"No Sam. I'm not just gonna sit down and pretend we're the freaking Brady's when we're not!" He turned to look at Mary, the hurt so goddamn visible in his face. "You left us Mom! You left us when we needed you. And when you left…" He recalled all the times John had hit him when he had too much to drink and blame him for his mother leaving. Mary walked over to Dean, going to hug him but once again he turned away.

"No. NO. You don't get to hug me and tell me everything's gonna be okay. I needed that years ago, I sure as hell don't need it now." He yelled, storming out of the kitchen, making his way to the front door.

"Dean! DEAN!" The two remaining Winchesters screamed after him in unison. There was no reply except for the slam of their front door and the roar of an ancient car racing down the street.