"Yeah sure," John responded in shock. "What happened."

Dean suddenly showed up on the stairs suddenly, he had come to see who was at the door.

"I swear to god that son of a bitch is going to pay!" Dean yelled as he rushed downstairs.

"You knew about this and you didn't do anything?" John asked accusingly.

"Its not his fault," Cas told him. "I didn't let him."

"Did you walk all the way here?" Dean asked.

Cas nodded his head.

"You should have called me to give you a ride," Dean responded.

"We need to take you to the doctor and talk to the police," John said.

"I'm fine," Cas lied.

"No, you're not," John told him. "You don't seem to be bleeding much, but your clearly hurt."
"Can't it wait until morning?" Cas begged.

"Fine, but first thing tomorrow we're going to the hospital and contacting the authorities," John insisted. "Who did this to you?"

"My dad," Cas said quietly.

"Dad can't the questioning wait until morning?" Dean asked. "He walked all the way across town like this, he needs some sleep."

"Do you want me to set up the sofa bed?" John asked.

"Dean's rooms fine," Cas responded. "Its late there's no point in taking forever to set up the bed."

"Okay," John agreed, then he led the group upstairs.

When the two teens entered Dean's room Cas instantly stripped down to his boxers.

Dean threw him the pair of pyjama pants he had worn last time and put some on himself.

"Why'd he do it?" Dean asked.

"Because the school phoned about what happened at lunch," Cas told him.

"Oh my god this is all my fault," Dean said beginning to tear up.

"No, it isn't Dean," Cas said moving closer to Dean and embracing him in a hug.

"How can you say that when he only did it because of what I did at lunch," Dean asked.

"Dean it isn't your fault that my Dad's a prick. He would have found some other excuse," Cas said releasing him from the hug.

"Yeah, but this is the worst that I've seen you," Dean said laying down on the bed.

Cas laid down beside him.

"Its not that bad," Cas comforted. "I've had worse."

This only made the younger boy cry more.

"I never should have done it, it was stupid and selfish," Dean complained to himself.

"It wasn't selfish Dean," Cas told him. "And maybe we're better off this way."

"How?" Dean asked.

"Now your dad knows and maybe he can really get rid of my dad," Cas said hopefully. "The only thing is having to go to some stupid foster family."

"You might not have to," Dean told him. "Me and Sammy have been doing research and you might be able to get emancipated."

"What do you mean you and Sam?" Cas asked shocked.

"He kind of found out for himself," Dean said avoiding eye contact.

"What do you mean kind of?" Cas asked.

"Well last time you stayed here he saw the bruises on your arm, but he blamed me. So I told him it was someone else and that he couldn't say anything about knowing. Then when I was drugged and tried to keep you from leaving he found out it was your dad from what I said," Dean admitted.

Cas was silent.

"Are you mad?" Dean said looking back up at him.

"I feel like I should be, but I'm not," Cas told him. "I should be angry about everything today, but its been one of the best days of my life. Up there with the day I met you."

"Why me?" Dean asked confused.

"Why not you? You're the only one who understood. And you didn't think differently of me when you found out about any of it," Cas admitted.

The two laid there in silence until they slowly drifted off to sleep.


Cas woke up to knocking at Dean's door, he rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty.

He got up to answer the door.

"I already called in sick for you three boys, you guys should get ready and-" John cut himself off. "Where's Dean?"

"I don't know, maybe he already got up," Cas suggested groggily.

John checked the entire house with Cas trailing behind him.

When he couldn't find Dean anywhere he checked the garage to find his car missing.

"God dammit where is he?" John asked starting to panic.

"Oh god," Cas said suddenly figuring it out. "I think he went to go see my dad."

"Go throw clothes on quick," John instructed. "Dean had better not get himself killed before we get there."

Cas ran up the stairs and threw on the clothes he had worn the previous day, they were a little ripped from yesterday's beating, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was finding Dean.


Knock-Knock-Knock!

Cas's dad rolled off the couch where he had passed out late last night and slowly made his way to the door.

When he opened it to see some stupid teenage boy he barked out, "What the hell do you want?"

"You to leave Cas alone you bastard!" Dean yelled walking into the house, letting the door close behind him.

"And why do you care if I leave 'Cas' alone?" He scoffed out.

"Because I'm in love with him!" Dean yelled. "And he deserves to have better then to have a shithead like you as a father!"

"So you're the pussy he was making out with yesterday," The older man said cracking his knuckles.

"Come and get me!" Dean yelled holding his arms out.

He was answered with a fist to the gut.

Dean waited until the blow was over and his smirk widened as he left his arms out, "That the best you got old man?"


A/N: Please read and review! Uh oh, looks like Dean dropped the L bomb :P Anyways thanks for reading, you're all great :D

This chapter is dedicated to the following lovely reviewers of chapter ten: Havent Met My Angel Yet, VisionX23. EvilAngelTeamGabe, darkphoenix2345, firgodes7, Devout Spirit, Bernad-at, Call Me Johnny, and Wolfa Moon. :D