Title: The Trenchcoat Avenger of Truman High

Author: rons_pigwidgeon

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Masturbation, Underage Drinking, Phone Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Sex Toys, Blow Jobs in a Car, Car Sex, Sex in the Impala, Bathroom Sex, Hand Jobs, light dom/sub play, Homophobic Language, Homophobia, Homophobic language (way to be a dick, John)

Chapter Summary: Dean is the worst patient ever. Also grumpy.

Author's Note:

Dean's in a morphine-induced slumber when his phone starts ringing. Sam grabs it, knowing who it'll be without having to think. He eyes his dad, but John's busy scribbling in his journal. Sam makes a quick decision and hits the green answer button. "Cas?" he says.

"Hello, Sam. Is Dean available?" comes Cas' steady voice.

Sam rubs at his hair with a nervous hand, tugging it a little. "Dean's uh… Dean's taking a nap."

"Oh, well, that's fine. How are you doing, Sam?"

"I'm uh… I'm good. Ready for the semester to get over. How are you?"

"I am well. I am also looking forward to the end of the semester. My workload has increased quite a bit."

"Yeah, me too, but at least we're not moving again before it's over." Sam smacks himself in the forehead for his stupidity. He shouldn't have said anything to Cas.

"Oh? Did you father find more permanent employment?"

"No exactly. We can't move until uh… until Dean's out of the hospital." Sam looks at Dean's leg, the pins visible through the cast, remembering what the doctor had said about how long it was going to take for Dean to be able to use his leg again.

"I'm sorry, I thought I just heard you say that Dean is in the hospital."

"I uh… I did. He's gonna be fine, but yeah, he's in the hospital for at least another few days, if not a week."

"What happened? Where are you?" Crap, Cas sounds panicked. He shouldn't have said anything. Now Cas is going to freak out, and Dean's going to kill him for opening his big fat mouth.

"Idaho Falls. Dean got in a… work accident. He's gonna pull through, but he broke his leg in like a million pieces, and they had to do pins and stuff. It's pretty nasty looking. The doctor's got him sedated."

"Sedated, hmm? So when you said he was taking a nap, you were lying." There was a hint of danger in Castiel's voice that has Sam shifting in his visitor chair fourteen hundred miles away. He's seen Cas mad. That's not a hissing cat he's willing to touch.

"He might have had help?"

"What hospital are you at? I'll be there as soon as I can."

"No, Cas, don't! Dean will kill me when he finds out I even told you. Stay in Chicago. You've got like what, three weeks of school left? Dean'll have a fit if you flunk out of your classes because of him. Besides, he's gonna be fine. He's only on sedatives because the nurses can't stand his bitching otherwise. He's not exactly the easiest patient in the world."

Cas sighs. "Are you sure he's going to be alright?"

"Yeah, Cas, I'm sure. I'll have him call you when he's awake so you can talk to him yourself. He's only still in the hospital because of the surgery on his leg. They're gonna release him as soon as they're sure he's not gonna have a reaction to the pins or the meds or something."

Cas takes a calming breath that's so loud, Sam can hear it on the other end. "Very well. What happened at work to cause this accident? It sounds like serious damage has been done to his leg."

Sam eyes Dean, then his dad, who's looking at him with an unimpressed stare. "Uh… a car fell on him. The jack he was using failed and the car crushed his leg," he lies. He hadn't been there when the accident happened, but Dad had told him about the ghost shoving Dean into the side of a house, and then hurling the stump of a huge tree at him. Thankfully, the trunk had missed anything vital, but his leg had come out mangled and the shove against the house had knocked Dean out flat. John had been tense since Dean came back from Chicago, but he'd looked genuinely scared when he showed up at the motel to pick Sam up on the way to the hospital. It had scared the hell out of Sam, too. They only went to hospitals for the serious stuff.

"Does he have any other injuries?"

"Not really, just some bruises. The leg's gonna take a couple months to heal, though."

"Which is why you will be staying in Idaho Falls until the end of the school year?"

"Yeah, probably longer. The doctor said Dean won't be able to put weight on the leg for at least a month and a half, and he's gonna have to do physical therapy."

"I'm sure he's going to be a pleasant person to deal with in the meantime."

Sam snorts. He doesn't even want to think about what Dean's going to be like, especially with Dad around. Maybe Dad'll find a hunt and go off for a little while, and he can take care of Dean. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's gonna be a nightmare. He's already done enough complaining just in the last day. It's gonna be a long couple of months."

"When school finishes, I will try to get time off of work and come and visit, if that would be alright."

Sam looks up at his dad again, who is still staring at him. "Yeah, maybe. You should probably talk about that with Dean first."

"I will do that. Please make sure that Dean calls me when he is awake. I would very much like to hear how he is doing from his own mouth."

"I might have to pull some teeth, but I'll do what I can."

"Why would you need to pull teeth? Have your wisdom teeth already begun to crown?"

Sam smiles a little and shake his head. "It's just an expression, Cas. Don't worry about it. I'll have Dean call you when he's up, okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Sam. And thank you for telling me. I understand how stubborn Dean can be. I believe you are correct in assuming that he might not ever have told me about this injury himself."

"No problem, Cas. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yes, goodbye Sam."

"Bye, Cas," Sam finishes, ending the call. John doesn't look happy about the exchange, but Sam doesn't really care. He sends a glare right back at his dad. "What? I didn't tell him what really happened. Cas cares about Dean. He deserves to know when Dean gets injured."

"He's a little faggot, and your brother should have left him alone a long time ago."

Sam shoots Dean a quick look to check that he's still out cold before sneering viciously at his father. "Don't call him that! Cas is awesome. Just because you have to be a bigot, that doesn't mean Dean and I have to. I don't get how you can say such bad things about him when you haven't even met him."

John half-stands. "You watch your tone with me, boy. I'll beat your ass from here to the coast and back."

Sam decides to ignore the threat, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. "No, I won't. I'm tired of watching you treat us like drones you can program to do whatever you want. Cas is an awesome guy, and he makes Dean really happy. Why can't you just accept that? Why does it matter that he and Cas want to be together?"

"It's a distratction, and it goes against nature. It's already affected his reaction time. If he hadn't been daydreaming about that boy, he wouldn't be sitting in a hospital bed now. I'm not letting my boy turn into a fairy-loving fag."

"News flash, he already is! Dean's been bisexual since way before he met Cas. Did you forget about Ryan Thompson? Or Billy Carlson? So Dean likes guys as much as he likes girls. So what? How does that change who he is? It doesn't. He didn't get hurt because he was daydreaming about Cas. He got hurt because a homicidal ghost attacked him! It wasn't Dean's fault, and you know it. You're just too stubborn to admit that you're wrong. You don't want either one of us to be happy." Sam manages to stop himself from shouting, but it is difficult. As it is, Dean shifts in bed with an uncomfortable groan.

John looks ready to slap Sam, and if they had been standing next to each other instead of across Dean's hospital bed, Sam has no doubt he would have done it already. "If you say anything about my not letting you go to college, I will climb over this bed and whoop you," John growls, clenching his fists at his sides.

"Well, am I wrong?! You don't want Dean to love who he loves, and you don't want me to go to college and have a normal life!"

"Excuse me, but I'm going to have to ask you to take this outside. Dean needs his rest, and he can't get any with all this shouting," the nurse interrupts them, sticking her head in the room with a reproving stare.

John's glare falls off his face. "I apologize. My son and I are having a disagreement. It won't happen again," he says. He scowls at Sam. "We're done now, aren't we, son?"

"Yeah, for now," Sam says, sulking. His head is still buzzing with anger, but he knows he's not going to get anywhere yelling at his father in a hospital room, and he definitely doesn't want to wake Dean.

The nurse gives them both a stern look as she fully walks into the room and spends a few minutes checking Dean's vitals. They must be fine because she doesn't say anything about Dean. "If you intend on having any further disagreements, please do so outside. Dean's body is under enough stress attempting to heal. He doesn't need family distress on top of that." She shoots John another pointed look before leaving the room again.

Sam sits back in his chair, glaring at his father, but not saying anything. John grabs his jacket and pulls it on with a little more violence than necessary. "I'm going out. I don't wanna hear anything more about that boy when I get back, got it?"

"If you mean do I understand that you're homophobic, then yes, I do. Have fun at the bar getting drunk instead of taking care of your son," Sam mutters. Not softly enough, apparently, because John slaps him hard across the back of the head when he walks past.

"Shut your mouth before I have to shut it for you," he whispers, harsh, in Sam's ear. Sam doesn't say anything. He knows he probably crossed a line there that shouldn't have been crossed. He lets his dad go without further comment.

Dean doesn't stir again for a couple hours, and Sam spends the in-between time worrying about his brother and thinking about what will happen to Dean when he goes to college. Sam knows he shouldn't count on it. There's no guarantee that he'll get in anywhere. But he's determined to go, and he knows if he works hard enough, he can make it happen. And hell, maybe he can convince Dean to leave the life and come with him. He'll probably never convince Dean to go to college, but maybe trade school. He likes fixing cars. They could get an apartment together, maybe talk Cas into moving in with them, too. Sam would have to hear them have sex every now and then, but it'd be worth it to see Dean happy. They could both be free from under their dad's tyranny for once in their lives. They could have a home, and Sam could become a lawyer, and everything could be great.

When Dean wakes from his morphine-induced fog demanding pie, Sam quickly stows the ridiculous dreams of a happy home and finds a nurse to get Dean dinner.

"Where's Dad?" Dean asks as he digs into the turkey on his tray. The nurse was nice enough to bring Sam one, too, but he's not particularly hungry.

"He went out, didn't say when he'd be back."

Dean levels a look at him. "Did you pick a fight?"

Sam pokes at his mashed potatoes, guilt swirling in his stomach. He'd promised Dean just a few days ago that he'd lay off arguing with Dad for a while. "Cas called. Dad got all homophobic again. I couldn't stand how he was talking about you and Cas."

"Sammy, that's not your fight, dude. You need to lay off him or he's gonna knock you flat, you know that, right? He's only trying to look after us the best way he knows how."

"Well, he's doing a crappy job of it. Why can't he just accept that we're not his clones?"

"Because he's Dad. Just lay off him, okay? For me?"

"Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut," Sam grouses, poking at the potatoes with a little more force.

"Thank you," Dean says with a tiny bit of relief. He goes back to shoveling the food into his mouth for a few minutes, but then freezes mid-bite. "Cas called?"

"Yeah, while you were out. I uh… I sort of let it slip about the leg."

"What?! Dammit, Sammy, I wasn't going to tell him. Now he's gonna be worried for nothing."

"He's your… you know. You shouldn't keep this stuff from him."

Dean tears his roll into shreds, stuffing the pieces in his mouth as he does so. Eventually, he asks, "What'd you tell him happened?"

"Jack broke on a car you were fixing, and the car fell on you."

"That's not even a good lie, Sammy. Why would just my legs have been under the car? And why would it have broken only one of them? Was I modeling for a pin-up calendar when it happened? And how could it have even happened in the first place? Did the car not have any tires? It could have crushed my chest, maybe, but my shins could clear the space, easy."

Sam pauses, not having thought of that. He's not actually sure how most of that works. John never bothered to teach Sam how to do anything with the car, except the one time he took Sam driving. And Dean won't let him touch the Impala except to sit in the passenger seat. They used the junkers at Bobby's when it came time for him to learn to drive. "I didn't know that."

Dean nods as though he's aware that Sam wouldn't have known that. It gets on Sam's nerves that he's got a little self-satisfied smile on as he eats the rest of his potatoes. "If I didn't know that, do you think Cas does? He barely even drives."

Dean looks over at him, considering. After a minute, he nods. "Okay, you have a point. You still shouldn't have told him."

"Well, I don't think you should lie to him about this stuff. You're already lying enough as it is."

Dean stares at him, looking dumbstruck. "What do you want me to do, Sammy, tell him all about the family business? I'm sure he'd believe me if I told him I hunt ghosts for a living. He's a civilian. We don't tell civilians."

"Even if you love them?" He meant it as a flippant comment to get a rise out of Dean, get him to admit that the rule was a stupid one, but Dean grows very still and looks down at his tray.

"Drop it, Sam. I'm not telling Cas."

His tone is the one he uses when he's not willing to back down from an argument. Sam would like to keep pushing, but he's already crossed one line today that he shouldn't have. He has a feeling this one won't go any better. He picks at his turkey in silence. Eventually, Dean turns on the tv and starts watching the news. There's a report about a string of strange occurrences in a neighboring town—a shed burning down and a grave desecration. They are believed to be connected only because the desecrated grave belonged to the original owner of the property the burned-down shed was situated on. The report says that there are currently no suspects. Dean turns the tv to the Simpsons, and neither comments on the police report.

/

"You never called me," Castiel says as soon as Dean answers his phone. He's standing in the middle of his room, ready to pull his hair out from Dean's lack of consideration. He has waited two days to hear from Dean, to find out how he is doing. Two days of pacing his room, of being unable to concentrate on his studies. Two days without an appetite. Two days of, as Avery was kind enough to put it, moping around like a kid who just found out Christmas was cancelled. Forever. And still his phone has remained silent.

"Hey, Cas, sorry about that. They've had me pretty doped up on morphine. I get released tomorrow, though. I was just gonna call and tell you." Dean has his ultra-charming liar voice on, which only serves to piss Cas off more.

"You were, were you? When? Tomorrow, after you got out of the hospital? Three days from now, after you've settled back in your motel room? A month and a half from now when you get the cast off? I've been worried sick, Dean! If Sam hadn't said anything, were you even going to tell me at all?" Cas can feel his anger sizzling off the surface of his skin, practically letting off sparks. All he's been able to picture for the last two days has been a broken, vulnerable Dean laying in a hospital bed in one of those scratchy gowns, weak and in pain without anyone to hold his hand.

He hears a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "Look, Cas, I didn't want to worry you, okay? I was stupid and got myself hurt, no big deal. There's nothing you can do about it. You're like four hundred miles away."

"Three hundred and sixty-five, I checked. And I'm coming there as soon as the semester is over. I've already worked my schedule out at the library."

"Cas, no, that's a bad idea. Dad's still here, and he's already tense about this whole thing between us and the accident and everything. You coming here will only make things worse."

Castiel takes three deep breaths, rubbing at his forehead and trying to keep himself calm and collected. He understands what Dean is saying from a logic standpoint. John Winchester obviously does not like the idea of Dean and Cas dating. On the other hand, he wants to be able to be there for Dean, to make sure he's eating properly and has everything he needs. He is confident John won't be doing so. "I understand what you're saying, Dean, I do. I wouldn't push if this wasn't important, but please, let me come and see you. I need to see with my own eyes that you're all right."

"I get it, Cas. Can you give me a few days before you like, buy a bus ticket or whatever?"

"I was planning on driving. Why do I need to give you a few days? What are you going to do? Sam's already told me where you are. He even sent me an email with the address of your motel and the hospital."

"I uh… I gotta find a reason for my dad to not be here, okay? Just give me a couple of days."

"Could you send him to Bobby Singer's house?"

"Nah, last time Dad was there, Bobby pulled a shotgun on him, and that was before Dad found out I like dudes. I'll figure something out, I just need a few days for the morphine to wear off a little more, okay?"

"All right. I'm still requesting the time off and booking the hotel room, just so we understand each other. I'm not going to capitulate."

"Got it."

They lull into a comfortable silence, but Cas isn't about to hang up. He hasn't heard Dean's voice in three days. He doesn't want to let go of it now. "Why did Mr. Singer pull a shotgun on your father?" he asks.

"I'm not really sure, to be honest. They got in a fight about something, never said what."

"You weren't curious why your father's closest friend turned a shotgun on him?"

"You've met Bobby. Would you be surprised if he pulled a shotgun on someone for pissing him off?"

Castiel thinks about it for a moment, picking up a pen from his desk and twirling it between his fingers. "I suppose not. He certainly had enough ammunition in the house." Dean makes a noise on the other end of the phone, muffled to Castiel, but clearly one of pain. "Are you alright?" he asks, concern flooding him.

"Yeah, just trying to shift around. Laying in bed all day is a pain in the ass. Literally."

"I wish I could be there to massage it for you."

"My ass? Yeah, I wish you were here to massage it, too. And other parts of me." Dean's tone has dipped low, and Castiel cannot resist rolling his eyes.

"You haven't even gotten out of the hospital yet, pervert."

"So? You think these doctors and nurses aren't getting their freak on on their lunch breaks?"

"You watch far too much television. That is unsanitary, not to mention unethical and possibly illegal."

"It's not illegal for me to do it, is it?"

"Not that I'm aware, but it still makes you a pervert. From what Sam told me, you have pins in your leg and a cast nearly up to your groin. You should be focusing on healing, not sex."

"I would, but this hot nerd keeps calling me. I can't get him out of my mind…"

Castiel rolls his eyes, but he can't hold back his smile. "I understand that it's difficult, but please try to restrain yourself. I do not think your nurses will like you much if they find you masturbating in the middle of the day. Besides, you wouldn't want to strain yourself before I can get there to help you, now would you?"

"You're gonna help me, huh?"

"Perhaps, if you can behave in the meantime."

"I guess I'll have to try, then."

"And you'll stop avoiding calling me?"

"Yeah." He even sounds penitent, which makes Castiel happy.

"I'm glad. I miss hearing your voice."

"Me, too, Cas, me too."

/

From: samwin81

To: cnovak

Tues, April 20,2000

Subject: Re: Re: Hi, Cas

Message:

Hey Cas,

Thanks so much for all your help! Those links were great! I did some research, and I think I've narrowed down where I want to go, and what scholarships I can possibly get. I took the SAT and got a 2310! Do you think that'll get me into a good school? I talked about it with Uncle Bobby, and he's going to let me use his address as my mailing address. I'm a little worried about getting the references you talked about. Most of my teachers don't even remember my name, since I'm not in class for long. I'm hoping I can get a couple of the teachers to help me at the school I'm at now, since we'll be staying at least until the end of the school year. Maybe Dean's injury will do some good? I hope so. He's such a pain in the butt right now.

Would it be alright if I sent you my essays and stuff to look over before I turn them in when I'm ready? You know a lot more about what they're looking for than I will.

When I talked to Uncle Bobby, I mentioned what you said about him helping me talk to Dad. He thinks that it's a bad idea to tell Dad and Dean that I'm doing this until I've already gotten into a school and have a full scholarship. I'm going to forge Dad's signature on everything (don't worry, I've been doing it since I was 10 and no one's ever said anything. I think I can sign his name better than he can.) Can you do me a favor and not mention helping me to Dean? I don't want him to get mad.

Thank you so much again. I don't think I could figure all this out without you.

Talk to you soon,

Sam

From: cnovak

To: samwin81

Sun, April 21, 2000

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Hi, Cas

Message:

Sam, I am not going to lie to your brother for you. I will not bring your intentions into conversation with him, but if he asks me a direct question about it, I will tell him. I enjoy our friendship, and I am more than happy to help you in whatever way I can to better yourself, but my relationship with Dean means a great deal to me. I am not willing to jeopardize that by being untruthful to him about anything, including you.

That being said, I would like to offer you congratulations on your excellent SAT score. You've done very well for yourself. That is one less hurdle you will have to worry about on your journey to college entrance. It is probably, in fact, that your score and your current grade point average will be enough to garner unsolicited interested from several of the schools you hope to apply to, especially if you requested that your scores be sent to them.

As for references, I do not anticipate you having a difficult time acquiring them. You are an intelligent, hard-working student, as well as an enthusiastic learner. I believe you are correct in assuming that your extended stay in Idaho will aid you in receiving recommendations. As long as you maintain contact with several teachers you are looking to receive references from even after you leave their school, you should have little difficulty asking them to assist you. I would suggest approaching them now and explaining your situation, so that you know which teachers would be willing to take the time to work with you. The better established the teacher is within their school, as well as within the profession, the more weight their recommendation will carry with potential admissions offices, so keep that in mind.

I would be more than happy to read over your entrance essays. If you would like to write a few practice essays based off of this year's questions, we could go over them together when I come to visit at the end of next month.

I must go. I will be driving home this evening to spend Easter with my family. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

Sincerely,

Castiel