This chapter is really short, but is one of the most important in my opinion. Only one chapter after this one! I just want to say thanks to everyone who took the time to read this story, comment, favorite, or follow. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope to have the final chapter up sometime soon
School was bearable for Dean when Cas was with him.
He really didn't like most of his class, they all seemed to think that they were the best things that ever walked the planet, with only a few exceptions. But Cas always seemed to find Dean in the hallway when the older boy was getting angry and worked up over something someone had said, and boy did they say a lot. Some of it was even about Dean, Cas, Sam, and Gabriel, since they were the only guys in the school currently dating other guys. It still continued to bother Dean when people made it seem like he wasn't as good as them because of it, and almost got into a fight when some asshole was talking shit about Sam. He really shouldn't have done that within Dean's hearing range.
Cas always managed to calm Dean down, however, and they quickly had a system in place. If Cas wasn't with Dean and someone upset him, he'd text Cas, and he'd come if he could and if not he'd send Sam. Gabriel thought it was kind of weird but didn't comment any of the times Sam had to run off to calm his brother down. The elder Novak knew how important Dean was to Sam. After all, Dean had been more of a father than John had ever been, and Gabriel was grateful that Sam had Dean.
It was one of those times when Cas was caught up with a teacher when Dean texted, so Sam said goodbye to his boyfriend and went to meet his brother. "What is it?"
Dean tilted his head towards Alastair, a kid who seemed to love bothering Dean. "He knows dad was an alcoholic."
Sam didn't ponder how Alastair even knew that, because his breaths were becoming shorter as he watched the little shit smile at Sam. "Does anyone else know?"
Dean didn't get a chance to answer when Alastair slid beside Sam and whispered in his ear. "I'd watch out, you know. It doesn't look like the apple fell far from the tree with John and Dean."
And then he screamed as Sam turned and punched the older boy in the face, hard enough to get a bloody nose going as a teacher pulled Sam and Dean away from Alastair, when a few minutes later they were sitting with the principle, Garth Fitzgerald, and the councilor, who insisted on being called by his first name, Sonny.
"Do you want to explain what happened, Sam?" Sonny asked.
"I punched Alastair." Sam said, and Dean held back a smile beside him.
"Why?"
Sam paused. If he said what Alastair said in his ear, then Fitzgerald would know more than Sam wanted them to.
"Because I know all about their father," Alastair sneered, and Dean stood up, looking ready to beat the other boy to hell. Sam grabbed his brother's hand.
"You don't know anything about him." Dean growled.
"I know about what a fucking mess your brother is. Lovely scars on your back, Samuel."
Sonny had to restrain Dean.
Sam got suspended for a few days, and all Alastair got was fucking detentions. As the school called Bobby, Sonny took the Winchester's aside.
"You don't have to tell me anything, but do you want to explain what Alastair was talking about?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently agreeing. Sam took a deep breath, and Dean inched closer to his brother.
It was time.