CHAPTER 11
"Oh, Dean," Cas whispered. He always did that when Dean sucked him off. It gave Dean a thrill to her it and he always tried to change his technique to see how far he could make Cas go, how vocal he would get. Since his parents were in the same house he always kept it together but just the way he choked back the big moans and grunts told Dean how much he enjoyed it.
After breakfast, Dean had to go home and Cas told him he would walk with him. When Dean looked at him questioningly Cas told him he was going to the park with Sam so they could skate.
"You've made plans with my brother?" Dean asked surprised.
"Yeah, you don't mind do you?"
"No, of course not. It's just a bit strange."
"Why? You're not jealous are you? Do you not want me to play with anyone else?"
"Shut up," Dean laughed.
When they had almost reached Dean's house, Sam came running out of the house and up to them.
"What's going on, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Mom told Dad about you and Cas. At least I think she did. They haven't said anything to me, but Dad's in a really bad mood."
Dean felt cold. This wouldn't be as easy as he had hoped.
"Maybe I shouldn't go inside, then," Cas said.
"No probably not. Why don't you take Sammy to the park and I'll go and talk to him."
Sam got his skateboard and his protection gear, telling his parents he was going to the park with his friends, and went off with Cas, while Dean nervously went inside.
He found his parents in the kitchen, his father drinking a cup of coffee at the table, his mother putting dishes away.
"Good morning," Dean said, testing their moods.
His mother gave him a nervous look.
"Dean," his father said, sounding dark.
"So, how are..." Dean began but was cut off by his father.
"So, is this true? What I hear about you and this boy?"
"He's not a boy!" Dean said, immediately defensive of Cas.
"He seems like a boy to me. He's obviously very young and confused."
"Don't say that! Don't you dare say that about Cas." Dean was getting more upset.
"Dean," his mother said, trying to get him to stay calm.
"No, he has no right to judge us. He doens't know anyhting about us."
"Us?" his father said.
"Dad, Cas and I are in a relationship and we'll continue to be whether you like it or not."
His father was silenced by this outburst, but only for a moment.
"You're crazy if you think I'll allow a thing like that to go on under my roof..."
"We haven't done anything 'under your roof'. Ask Mom. And anyway, she likes Cas. He's the best thing that ever happened to me and he's good with Sam as well, and he looks out for me and..." He stopped, searching for what to say next.
"Dean, I understand that you're young and you want to try out different things, however strange they may be, but this is crazy."
"It's not crazy. I love Cas. Period. I'm not going to change my mind. You can get as angry as you want but Cas and I are together."
And with that he turned around and left the house. On his way to the park he calmed down a little. When he got there he was happy to see Frank, Steve and Nicky there as well. He needed all the support he could get. He told them what had happened and they were all sympathetic.
"I'm sorry, Cas said and hugged him."
"You're not going to move out, are you?" Sam asked.
"No, Sam. Not unless Dad tells me to leave. I just think he needs some time to precess it. At least, that's what I hope."
He spent a while relaxing in Cas' arms. They were sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree and for a while Frank had taken over as Sam's tutor. He hoped his father would be more open minded. He thought about what Sam had asked. What if his father gave him a choice between Cas and living at home? He wasn't 18 yet. It would be difficult for him to find a place to live. He was sure he could get a few more hours at Bobby's but would it be enough? Maybe he would have to drop out of school.
"Don't worry, Dean," Cas said, feeling him tense up. "Your Dad's a nice guy. I'm sure he'll get over the initial shock and accept that we're together. If he doesn't, maybe you can stay at my place for a while."
"Thanks, but I don't think that would soften him." Dean said with a sad smile. At least he wouldn't be alone if he had to move out.
When it was time for lunch they all went to Cas' house. His parents liked the company and they always had plenty of food in the fridge and fresh fruit in a large bowl on the counter. Sam was overwhelmed by how they lived. There were crystal glasses in a cabinet in the living room, real paintings on the wall and in the hall there was a marble sculpture on a round table. After they'd eaten they went up to Cas' room and Dean could tell by Sam's expression when he saw Cas' bed that he was thinking about the things his brother might have done there. Sam was wondering, but he was young enough not to know what gay men really did, so his thoughts weren't that bad.
When it was time to go home, Dean started to get nervous again. He wondered how his father would be when he got back. Cas' mother told him he could come back and spend the night if he needed to. Dean had told them the whole thing and they were supportive, offering to speak to his father if he wanted them to.
When they were at the door, Dean said "Turn around, Sam."
"Why?" Sam asked but quickly did as he had been told because Dean kissed Cas, and it was not a chaste kiss.
"What was that for?" Cas asked a little out of breath.
"Just for being you," Dean said and smiled.
"Are you nervous?" Sam asked, as they were walking down their street.
"Yes," Dean said truthfully.
"Maybe Mom has said something to him."
"Maybe, but I doubt it would make him change his mind."
They opened the door and the house was completely silent. Their mother was making sandwiches in the kitchen. She had been too upset to cook a meal. Dean started making some for Sam and himself and asked where their father was.
"In the basement. He's thinking."
"I'm sorry, Mom," Dean said and hugged her.
"It's not your fault," she said. "You'r father's very stubborn."
"Well, so am I. I think I got it from him," Dean said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Good one, Dean," Sam said with an awkward smile trying to sound funny, but it didn't really work. Dean tousled his hair.
After they'd eaten, Dean decided to go and speak to his father. He went down to the basement slowly.
"Dad?" he called out, but there was no answer.
When he got all the way down, he saw his father sitting at the workbench, crouching over something.
"Dad?", he tried again and went over and stood behind him.
"When you were little you used to like helping me down here," his father said.
"Really?" Dean couldn't believe that.
"You used to love holding the tools for me. You felt very important because you had the job of giving me the right tool I needed."
"I don't remember that."
"Well, it was a long time ago. You were about five or six. We lived in that house with the red door, remember?"
Dean thought for a while. "Oh yeah, the red door. There was a small forrest behind the house and on the other side lived an old woman in a house on her own. Me and my friends used to think she was a witch." Dean laughed at the memory.
"I remember," his father said. "There was one Sunday evening you came running back home, screaming, saying she had a lion at her house and it had roared at you."
Dean laughed. Suddenly everything came back to him. "Yeah, yeah, we had opened a door to a shed or something and we heard a roar. It frightened us to death. It was probably just the hinges that needed oiling." Dean laughed.
After a while he said: "Dad, I'm really sorry about everything. I know you want me to be like you but..."
"I've never said I wanted you to be like me." His father turned around and looked at him.
"It feels that way sometimes," Dean said, quietly.
His father sighed. "Dean, I was brought up in a different time than you. When I was young people weren't as accepting of people who were different. It's just difficult for me to accept that my son is interested in men. If I had told my father that he would have slapped me and kicked me out of the house."
"I know, Dad. I didn't chose to fall in love with Cas. It just happened. Anyway, he's the only guy I'm interested in. I'm not even sure I'm gay."
"You're not? You're with a boy but you're not gay? How does that work?"
"I don't know. He just makes me happy. I want to be with him all the time. He's really great and he cares about me and he's teaching Sammy to skate and..."
"Alright. He's a wonderboy."
"Dad! Well, Mom likes him and he was very helpful at Sammy's party."
"Yes, I guess he was. Dean I need some time to get used to this. In the meantime I can't have you two sleeping together here or touching each other or..."
"Dad! I've already promised Mom we're not doing anything when we're here. Don't worry."
"Alright"
"Then we're good?"
His father sighed. "Yes, we're good."
Dean smiled and patted his father on the shoulder. That was all he could do right now. His father had never been one for expressing emotions with intimacy. At least not with his children. Secretly, John was relieved Dean had said he wasn't gay. That meant there was a chance he would get over this...crush...he had on Cas and would find a girl to settle down with. That was the reason he accepted their relationship. He kept his thoughts to himself, though.
When Dean told his mother about their talk she was relieved. Now she didn't have to be in the middle trying to keep her family together. Sam was happy too, and when Dean called Cas from his room to tell him, he was equally happy. He'd been worried about Dean. He kept the conversation short and told Dean he would call him when they had gone to bed later. Dean was puzzled.
"Is your door locked?" Cas asked when Dean was in his bed ready to go to sleep.
"No. Why?"
"I think you should lock it."
Dean realized what he wanted to do. He quickly locked the door and jumped into bed again.
"It's locked."
"Imagine I'm running my fingers down your chest."
"Mhmm..." Dean smiled. He felt silly.
"Touch yourself. Let your fingers run down your body" Cas said.
Dean did as he was told.
"Imagine I'm there, next to you." The sound of Cas' voice was good enough that Dean could sort of imagine.
"Now run your fingers over your cock." Dean did it and he sighed a little.
"Is it good?" Cas asked
"Yeah," Dean sighed.
"Keep doing it."
Dean was soon hard and with Cas' instructions he gave himself a hand job, Cas whispering obscenities through the phone. Dean couldn't help giggling sometimes. The whole situation with his father had made him tense up. It was a bit absurd that he was having phone sex with Cas when he'd promised they wouldn't do anything in the house. Technically they weren't in the house together, but Dean had a feeling his parents still wouldn't be too happy.
Dean went to sleep happy. His world was in order again and tomorrow Bobby would teach him how to sand down a car to prepare it for painting.
