Hey guys! This chapter is more than I've ever written, I'm proud of myself! I'm thinking there's going to be a few more chapters before I finish the story. Thank you so much for all the reviews, they make me want to keep writing! And thank you for all the favorites and follows! So PLEASE review! Here's Chapter 11, Enjoy! (: xx

Dean drove down the street, flipping through his cassettes, trying to pick one that made him calm down and stop the tears. He got nothing. He couldn't figure out why his mother had finally come back. But more importantly, why had she just shown up like that and then acted like nothing was wrong? He wasn't paying attention to the road and quickly swerved to the left, almost hitting a squirrel. He honked the horn and heard various curses being thrown his way from the people who lived on that street. He flipped them off and turned the corner. He got to Cas' house in just under ten minutes, debating whether or not to go in. Dean heard the ringtone of his phone but decided not to look at the caller ID. The only thing he needed was Cas. He needed to see him, he needed to hug him, he needed him.

He walked up to the front door, wiping his eyes to clear them of any visible tears. The door opened to find Gabriel eating a chocolate bar.

"Deano!" He said with a mouthful of the sugary snack he held in his hand.

"Hey Gabe is uhhh Cas home?"

"Afraid not! He went out a little while ago, he was acting weird this morning. You know anything about that?"

Dean looked down at his shoes then back up at Gabe. "Nope. Maybe it was the fight with your uncle he had last night?"

"So you heard?" The happiness is Gabriel's voice had taken a vacation at the mention of the debacle from the previous night.

"Yeah Cas called last night to talk to me. Your uncle's a dick Gabe, I don't know why you put up with his shit."

"We have nowhere else to go Dean. What do you expect me to do? I mean if it was up to me, the bag of dicks would be half way around the world and I'd be in Pennsylvania right now." He let out a big smile, staring up at sky like he was talking about heaven.

Dean started laughing. "Pennsylvania?"

"Hells yeah! I'm talking renting out a hotel room at Hershey Park for the rest of my life!"

Dean was still laughing. As much as he wanted to sit in his car and cry his eyes out, Gabe lifted his mood a smidge. He needed a laugh, it got his mind off of everything, even if it was only for a few seconds.

"So you don't know where Cas went?"

"Not a clue Deano, sorry."

"Well if you see him tell him I was asking for him."

Gabe called back "Will do!" from the door as Dean walked back to his car. He turned around before Gabriel shut his front door.

"Hey Gabe?"

"Yeah?" he yelled from the distance.

"Don't call me that." He smirked as he got into the car, waving at Gabe before his friend went back inside his historic, Victorian era house.

As he drove away, his phone started ringing again. He didn't pick up. It rang again. He rejected the call. Once again, his phone rang and as much as he loved Kansas, that song was getting on his last nerve. He picked up the phone.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"

"Dean, why are you shouting at me?"

"Cas? Oh hey sorry I thought you were.."

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"He called me."

"Oh yeah? What'd he say to you? Did he tell you…."

"Yes. He told me you ran off for no reason. Dean…are you okay?"

So Sam had decided to leave it up to his brother to tell Castiel that their mother was back. 'Great.' Dean thought to himself as he went through options on how to tell his friend that his mom had come back sometime throughout the night.

"I just, I don't know Cas. I really need to talk to you. And I went to your house and you…you weren't there."

"Calm down, I'm at the library picking up some books. Meet me here, we can talk."

Dean sensed the smile Cas had on his face through the phone. Boy, did he have it bad.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few."

"I'll be waiting." Cas replied, Dean still sensed his smile but this time he could tell it was a smirk. The line went dead and he made a right onto Colt Ave, two blocks from the town library.

He walked into the tall, burgundy building, expecting to see a crowd of nerds sitting in a circle reading to each other and fangirling over their favorite books. Instead, he found an older woman sitting behind a wooden desk, helping a younger child find his way to a book. He saw a couple of people using the computers and they all seemed happy to be there. Not to mention the thousands of rows of books surrounding the enormous room. As much as Dean couldn't stand books, or people, or quiet, this place uplifted his mood the moment he walked through the door. Something about the silence and the happiness that filled the air made him feel at ease. Now all he needed to do was find Castiel and that would make it ten times better.

He made his way through the floor with occasional stares, but that didn't faze him in the least. He looked up at the signs, telling you what author was located in what section. He looked for the authors Cas always talked about. Dickens, Wilde, Hemingway. He could easily recall anything Cas ever told him. That was how much he paid attention when Castiel talked to him, that's how much he cared about him.

He walked through each aisle of books on the right side of the room, not finding Cas anywhere. He strutted across the room to the other side, focusing his eyes on the messy haired boy he had woken up next to this morning. Dean walked over to where Cas was standing, his back towards him. He must've known it was Dean because he started reading out loud.

Love looks not with the eyes,

but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind

Castiel turned around to face Dean, a sweet smile at on his face as he read the lines.

"What?" Dean asked.

"It's Shakespeare." Castiel answered, giggling a little before closing the book and placing in its proper place on the shelf in front of him.

"Surprisingly, I know who it is. I just don't know what it means."

"Does it have to mean anything?"

"No. I guess not."

Castiel sat on the couch next to the bookshelf. He half smiled before patting the cushion beside him, asking Dean to sit down. Dean plopped down next to Cas, noticing the book in his hand.

All this happened, more or less. The war parts anyway, are pretty much true.

Dean looked over at Castiel who had the book open and was reading the first page aloud.

"Vonnegut?" Dean asked, a little smidge of happiness was audible in his voice.

"I know how much you like him, and this book." Cas returned the glance and looked over at Dean, smiling at him. "Remember freshman year you wouldn't shut up about it." He started laughing.

"Hey! It's a classic. One of the best books I've read."

"Don't you mean one of the only books you've read?"

Dean nudged Cas' shoulder, a silent way of telling him to be quiet. He smiled and rested his head on Cas' shoulder, who had continued reading a few moments ago.

About half an hour later Dean woke up to find his head buried in Castiel's lap. Cas was reading a book and didn't seem to be bothered by it one bit. He picked up his head and Cas turned to look at him, closing his book.

"How was your nap?" He asked.

"It was good, didn't even know I fell asleep."

"Sam called while you were out. Dean…"

"Cas I know what you're gonna say. I know I need to go home and talk with them but I just can't. I have nothing to say."

"You can talk to me about it. Dean, you can tell me anything, you know that." Cas placed a sympathetic hand on Dean's knee.

Dean placed his own hand atop of Cas'.

"I will, I'll tell you what happened. Everything. But right now, I really do need to get home and patch things up, as much as I don't want to."

"We can walk out together." He smiled at Dean who was already up and making his way over to the front door.

They walked out of the building to Dean's car. Cas was going to say goodbye but Dean opened the passenger door and told him to get in.

"Dean, my house is a few blocks away from here. I am perfectly fine with walking."

"Nope!" He got into the driver's seat and motioned his hand for Cas to get into the car as well. "You're not walking home, I'm driving you."

Cas sighed and got into the car, slamming the door after him.

"Geez Cas! What'd my baby ever do to you?"

Cas laughed. "Your baby?"

"Oh shut up, you know how much I love yo…this car." He froze, staring out of the dashboard window. What had he just said? Or, almost said?

"What did you just say?" Cas asked, just as shocked as Dean was, maybe even slightly more.

"Just making sure you know how much I love my car."

"Mhm, oh of course."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing Dean."

"Nothing my ass Cas! What did you mean?"

"Well you were about to say you…instead of car. I just thought…"

"You thought what Cas?"

"Nothing Dean! Stop asking me, I didn't mean anything else. I just meant what I said."

Dean looked down at lap, figuring out if what he was about to say was the right thing. But after a moment, he decided he had waited long enough and Castiel basically knew what he was going to say anyway.

"What if I do?" Dean said.

"Excuse me?" Cas looked over at Dean, even more confused of that than the little married couple argument they just had.

"What if I said what I almost said?"

Cas was now the one looking at his lap, unsure of how to react to Dean's words.

"Wha…" He couldn't find any other words to say.

"What if I said I loved you?" Dean asked, staring at the boy who was purposely trying not to make eye contact with him.

Castiel's eyes widened. He picking his head up and looked at Dean, meeting his stare. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever before Castiel finally answered Dean's question.

"I'd say it back."

"Would you really?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He said, smiling at Dean.

What made Dean smile weren't the words he had just heard, or the smile Cas had on his face. What made him smile was the fact that he had found it, what he had wanted since he was little, sitting at the kitchen table, watching his parents steal kisses when they thought he wasn't looking, his dad wrapping his arms around his mother's waist and both of them looking at one another like this was the last time they would ever see each other and smiling like they were looking at the stars in the night sky, making a wish. He had found love. More importantly, he had found love in his best friend. He had fallen in love with Castiel and he didn't want to ever fall out of it.

That smile was plastered on his face the whole drive to Castiel's house.

When Cas got out of the car, instead of walking up the path to the front door, he walked around the car to the Dean's side, gesturing for him to roll down his window. Once Dean rolled the window, he thanked Cas for being there for him today, and reading his favorite book to him. He said you're welcome and before Dean rolled his window back up; Cas stuck his head into the car and kissed Dean. It was only a peck, but it was enough for both of them to smile at each other like two lovebirds getting home from their first date.

"Are we still on for that movie later?" Cas asked.

"I'll pick you up at 7?"

"I'll be ready at 6:45." Cas replied, with a sweet smile before making his way down the path to the front door and waving at Dean as his engine roared down the street.

Dean walked into his house five minutes later, to find Mary sitting on the couch and his brother, nowhere in sight. Mary looked up from the television, seeing her son standing at the front door. It was obvious he didn't know what to do. She waved her hand at him, asking him to take a seat next to her.

"Honey, before you say anything, I know you're angry at me. I get it. But please, sit down so I can explain okay?"

"Did you explain it to Sam?" Dean answered, hesitantly taking the seat beside his mother.

"No, I wanted to talk to you first. You stormed out of here so quickly before, I wanted to tell you before Sam."

Dean didn't say anything; he didn't really know what to say. He waited a minute before his mother got the idea and started talking again.

"There really is no easy way to say this Dean. Just promise me you'll listen?"

"I promise."

"Well….it was about five years ago. I would be fine during the day, perfectly happy. But when I went to bed, I started having these…these dreams. They were odd, very strange. I thought maybe they were just some silly nightmares, until I started seeing them during the day." She looked down at her hands, wiping her eyes.

Dean saw that his mother was uncomfortable talking about this, and it was his fault she had to.

"Mom…" He placed his hand on her back, moving it up and down, trying to comfort her. She let out a soft smile. "You don't have to…"

She put her hand on his knee and slightly squeezed it, pulling in back after a second.

"No, Dean. I need to tell you why I left, I have to." Dean nodded in response to his mother's words.

"I started seeing my nightmares during the day, at random times. At work, while I was cooking, when I was on the phone or watching tv. There were these eyes. An ugly shade of yellow, just staring at me and the man they belonged to would just laugh. In some of them, they tried taking your brother. I would just…just fall to the floor and bawl my eyes out with my hands on my head screaming."

Dean looked at his mother in horror. John had always blamed his sons for her leaving, but now he was getting the truth. It wasn't his fault or Sammy's fault or even his mom's fault. He wanted to hug Mary and take away the visible pain she was feeling by telling him this story.

"I told your father once. He told me I was crazy and that I needed help. But little old me thought they would just go away." She was now crying, but every time Dean would reach out, she'd shake her head and move away. "They got worse Dean, so much worse. The yellow-eyed man started killing me. Burning me on the ceiling of my own house. Tha…that's when your dad started drinking. One day he had had enough of my crazy talk and drove me to a mental hospital a few hours away from here."

This time when Dean went to hug her, she fell into his arms, still crying.

"I'm so sorry I left you honey, I'm so sorry."

Dean stroked her hair, a few tears falling from his own eyes.

"I'm so sorry Dean. And to Sammy too."

"Mom, please don't apologize. You needed the help, you had to leave. I'm sorry I was such a jerk before. I'm sorry mom, please don't cry."

Mary pulled back from the hug, taking the tissue her son offered her.

"I…I got released a few days ago, your dad said it'd be best if I didn't come home just yet. He came to get me last night."

She placed her hands on top of Dean's.

"Sweetie, it was the first time in years I was happy. I couldn't wait to come and see you boys. I missed you both so much." She saw Dean crying and wiped his tears away from his eyes, earning a smile from him. "You know, what's sad though was that Sammy didn't know who I was at first. He came into the kitchen holding a bat." She laughed, along with Dean.

Mary opened her arms and Dean slipped his way into his mother's arms. It felt nice, he thought to himself. All these years, this had been Cas and not his mother, not that he was complaining. It felt different being hugged by his mom after so long, a good kind of different.

His day had started out perfect and then had gotten so bad and then a little better and now this. He looked up at the ceiling, pretending he was looking at God himself, thanking him for giving him someone who loved him for being the screwed up kid who was told he would never be good enough, and for this moment. For sitting here, with his mother, four years after she had taken off without an explanation, crying and laughing with her like they did before she was gone, hugging her like such a small gesture made all of his worries disappear.

"Your father swore to me he'd stop drinking and get help." Mary said, looking at Dean.

"He says that all the time."

"I think he really means it this time, give him a chance."

Dean looked away; they were having such a great time until his mom had to bring up John's drinking problem.

"I promise I won't ever leave you boys again, you hear me?"

Dean nodded.

"Mom?"

"Yes?" She answered, giving him a sweet smile.

"I missed you." He hugged her, like one of those giant bear hugs you give someone after you find out something amazing just happened.

She laughed, "I missed you too honey. I missed you too."

Did you enjoy the fluff? (: also, the first thing Castiel read to Dean was from A Midsummer's Night Dream by Shakespeare and the second thing he read to him was from Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut.