I'm so sorry for not uploading this sooner! I didn't know where to take it but I had a few ideas so hopefully they worked. Thank you soooo much for all the favorites and follows, I appreciate them all! Don't forget to review! (: Enjoy Chapter 13! xx

The drive to the nearest motel was nothing short of awkward except for the occasional laugh when Gabriel continuously couldn't figure out the exit. They arrived in a little less than half an hour, not speaking one word of why they were sleeping on questionably sanitary beds in a sleazy motel instead of their own beds, in their own house. Castiel fell asleep with a smile on his face, smiling a real smile because he finally found something that was worth it. Dean Winchester was worth it.

The next couple of weeks had flew by and before anyone knew it, it was a Friday. Dean and Cas had invited Sam and Gabe to the movies with them, even though it was supposed to be a date. They both enjoyed the company of their brothers, and the other wasn't complaining. Dean drove them to the town theater and Gabriel offered to pay for the tickets. Once inside, they all got snacks, Gabriel buying literally every last candy box available. If he kept that up, Cas just might have to ship him off to Pennsylvania. They sat through some awful movie about vampires, Dean and Cas' hands interlocked for the two hours. Occasionally, Sam and Gabe glanced over at them and back at each other, smiling. They were happy their brothers had finally figured out what they had figured out years ago. After the movie Dean suggested Castiel and Gabriel sleep over but they both denied, lying, saying Zachariah didn't want them out that late. They all said their goodbyes before Dean raced to open Cas' door to open it so he could step out of the car.

"Didn't I tell you I was capable of…."

Dean pressed his lips against Castiel's as if it was the last time they would see each other. Cas returned the kiss, harder than Dean had, bringing his hand up to cup Dean's cheek. He could feel Dean smile during the kiss and couldn't help but smile the same. Dean positioned his hands on Castiel's waist, letting them fall onto his hips before moving closer to Cas. They could've done this all night if Gabriel hadn't made an obnoxious sound, telling them to knock it off. They both pulled back and laughed as Sam put on his one of his infamous bitch faces and getting into the front of the car. Dean opened his door and smiled at Cas who said, "See you tomorrow, hot stuff." Before winking and walking with Gabriel, who was in the middle of rolling his eyes, down their driveway.

Dean drove off, smiling. Sam looked over at him and he was happy for his brother, he really was, but they couldn't avoid the John topic forever.

"You think Dad's home yet?" He asked, turning to Dean, seeing the noticeable smile fall right off of his brother's face.

"I don't know Sammy."

After a moment of silence, Sam spoke up again.

"Do you really think rehab did him any good?"

"Like I said Sammy, I don't know. Maybe, who really knows?"

"Yeah."

When the boys arrived home they saw John and Mary, fast asleep on the couch. They figured he had come home, better than when he had put himself in rehab, and him and Mary had talked everything out. Watching his parents in this state reminded Dean of when he was younger and would have nightmares about the monsters under his bed. His mother would come in and carry him into his parent's bed, resting him in the middle of her and John, and he would fall asleep feeling loved and safe. He smiled at the sight of his parents resting next to each other before making his way upstairs to go to sleep himself.

"Are you sure about this Cas? What if he's home?"

"He's probably at work. I highly doubt he would be home at this hour."

"Bro, it's 6:30."

Castiel looked down at his watch.

"Wow it is. Where has the day gone? Anyway, it would only be for a minute Gabriel. Don't tell me you enjoy wearing the same three outfits every day?"

Gabriel couldn't argue with that. He drove them both to Zachariah's house, praying their uncle wasn't home.

Mary and Sam were in the kitchen cooking and Dean was watching a re-run of Doctor Sexy, M.D. on tv in the living room while John was setting the table. For the first time in what felt like forever, Dean was happy. His father wasn't stumbling home drunk at 4 o clock in the morning, him and Cas were together, and his mother was home. Dean sat and thought about the last time they had had a family dinner, that was the last time he saw Mary before she left. A knock on the door startled him and made his thoughts disappear as he opened the door to find the familiar angel he had seen last night. Except, his appearance was less than angelic due the excessive redness covering his face.

"Dean…can I come in? Please?" Castiel asked, looking like a sad puppy that had just lost his way home.

"Of course you can Cas, come on in." Instinctively he grabbed Castiel's hand and the other boy wasn't pulling away so he didn't either. He didn't dare bring up the subject of what had happened to his face, they'd talk about it later.

"Dean, who was at the door?" John asked before stopping midway into the living room and seeing his son and Castiel standing by the door. He didn't mention the fact that they were holding hands or the fact that his son's friend's face looked like he had been whacked with a fire truck and all of its color had made its way onto his face. John recalled the time he had caught Dean kissing another boy back when he was in eighth grade, and how angry he got at him. He started hitting him thinking that it would make it okay, but it didn't. He knew Castiel and he knew how good he was for his son. He had been with him through thick and thin, when Dean needed comfort John wasn't able or wasn't willing to give. He would apologize to his son for everything he had done, in time, but for now all he could ask was,

"Are you staying for dinner Castiel?"

The look on Castiel's face was nothing compared to Dean's as he realized they were still holding hands.

"I wouldn't want to impose Mr. Winchester."

"Nonsense. I'll go set another place. It's good to see you. Last time I saw you, you were in that damn hospital bed." John smiled at Dean and Castiel as he began setting another place in the dining room.

Dean turned to look at Cas who was still in shock at being invited to stay for dinner by John Winchester. Dean grabbed Cas's coat by the shoulders and helped him pull it off. He sent him a quick glance and Cas whispered 'Later.' And they made their way into the dining room.

It was nothing like Dean had expected. The conversation was flowing smoothly and there were no awkward pauses or silences, especially since Cas didn't know what to do when he saw Mary sitting down at the dining table and smiling like nothing Dean had ever told him had happened. It was nice, having dinner with family. It felt like Dean was supposed to be happy like this, like this was what his future was going to be. Spending every day with Castiel, coming over to his old house occasionally for family dinners with a present Mary and a sober and oddly happy John. He somehow knew it wouldn't last, something would turn out horribly wrong and he'd end up in the same place he always did, alone and sad, turning to the bottle like his father had. That wouldn't solve anything though, and for this one moment, he wanted to savor in all the happiness he could before it was yanked from him. Turns out, that came sooner than later when another knock on the door followed by yelling startled the whole table and had Cas running for the hills as he ran upstairs and Dean wasn't far behind.

I'm thinking about wrapping this up in the next few chapters. Let me know if there's anyway you want this to end! (: