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Dean ordered pizza for his younger brothers, but was unable to eat. His thumbs hurt due to texting Jo like a maniac. She accompanied Cas to the hospital. God Bless the petite spitfire. Jo remained glued to a sticky plastic seat in the waiting area. The young Harvelle had never witnessed Bobby Singer being so exasperated. The man barged into the hospital's information booth asking about his son's condition. The receptionist calmed him down, by stating Castiel was having his vocal chords checked. The boy had a fractured rib.
Jo wearily approached the auto shop teacher. She lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Singer, Cas will be ok."
Bobby sighed and turned around. He dropped his gaze. "Jo, I didn't see you."
"I understand. Cas was responsive in the ambulance. He was having difficulty speaking. Alistair, the douchebag choked him pretty bad."
"Where the hell was everyone else while this happened?!" Bobby removed his trucker cap and wiped sweat from his forehead. "My boy could've been killed by that little creep!" The receptionist rolled her eyes and shushed Bobby. He looked at her sheepishly.
"Fer, Ion and Dean tried stopping the asshole, but he went psycho. Thank God the Sheriff appeared at the car wash and managed to bring Alistair down."
"That rat bastard is gonna pay for hurting my son." Bobby swallowed hard.
Jo smiled at the older man. "You want a cup of coffee?" The sixth text from Dean came in.
Bobby said yes to the coffee offer. Jo nodded and walked down the corridor, which led to the cafeteria. She texted Dean what she heard the receptionist explain to Bobby.
Fer, Charlie, Peyton, Gabe and Crowley entered the waiting area. The teens said hi to Bobby and asked how Cas was faring. The old man told them his son's condition. He thanked Fer for helping his son. "How did the brawl begin? Cas, the idjit knows better."
Charlie and Fer took turns giving the mechanic all the details. Bobby was astounded upon hearing Alistair sent John the strip club video. "That punk is Satan's kid. I am so pressing charges against him. He's screwed since Mills witnessed him choking Cas."
Jo returned with a cup of steaming coffee for Bobby. He thanked her. She remained with her classmates, while Bobby headed to speak with the receptionist. An hour later, Bobby was informed Castiel was being admitted overnight for observation. He shared the news with the kids. Once Cas was settled in a room with a grouchy middle aged man, who emitted noxious gas; Bobby allowed the kids to see his son for a few minutes.
Gabriel and Crowley handed him a Yo Mama Jokes book. Charlie and Peyton brought his iPod for him and Jo informed the blue eyed teen that Dean was a nervous Nelly. "I'm sending him the last text of the night now." She pecked Cas on the cheek and waved bye at everyone. Her mom was waiting for her in the hospital's front entrance.
Bobby scooted everyone out, except for Fer. He snuck in a burger and shake for his best friend. Bobby assisted Cas in adjusting the hospital bed to a comfortable position. Castiel took a huge bite. "Down boy…your throat is still sore!"
Cas chewed slowly. It did bother him to swallow. Fer presented the chocolate shake to him. Castiel moaned after taking two sips. "Thanks," he whispered in a raspy voice. Fer smiled.
"Boy, with all of the drama today; I haven't been able to give you the great news." Bobby scooted a chair closer to the bed. Fer turned off the TV.
Castiel stared at his foster father. Bobby cleared his throat. "The attorney called to tell us the adoption is official. He's bringing the paperwork Monday morning."
Cas swallowed hard. Tears pooled in his big baby blues. Fer removed the burger wrapper and shake from his friend's hands. Bobby walked over to the side of the bed. "You boys are Singers now." His own eyes became watery.
"I finally have a real dad," Castiel looked at his adoptive father. His voice cracked. He held the older man's hand. Bobby enveloped the teen in his arms. He tried to be gentle due to Cas' bruised rib.
"Thanks, dad."
Hearing those words said to him, made Bobby choke. He could never replace his own flesh and blood, which was taken too soon from him, but the Novak boys filled most of his heart now. It had become an empty void since he lost his wife and only son.
Fer was about to start crying himself. He threw away the wrapper and paper bag inside a tin garbage can. "Congratulations!" He was ecstatic for his best friend. Now the only thing Cas needed to be completely happy was for him and Dean to be able to acknowledge their relationship in public.
Dean waited for John to finally call it a night. The pastor arrived home after the seminar at ten pm. John took a freaking eternity to eat a damn PB & J sandwich. Afterwards he wrote the sermon for Sunday service. At 11:30, he ascended the stairs. Dean stood behind his bedroom door to keep track of his father's progress. He rolled his eyes, when he heard the bathroom sink's faucet being turned on. Dean wished John would choke on toothpaste. God he needed to go to the hospital!
Dean's heartbeat accelerated, when he heard John's footsteps going down the hall. The pastor always checked in on his three sons before hitting the hay. The green eyed teen rocketed to his bed and pulled the duvet over his body. Only tufts of his tawny hair were visible to anyone, who entered the bedroom. Dean closed his eyes, as soon as he heard the doorknob rattle.
John opened the door and stepped inside. Dean could feel his father's eyes zoom in on the lump in the middle of the bed. John the bastard remained standing in the center of the room. Seconds seemed like an eternity to the teen. John finally vacated the room. Dean counted to twenty very slowly in his mind. He sat up after hearing his dad's bedroom door close.
"About fucking time," Dean murmured under his breath. He silently dressed in jeans, a Kansas City Royals t-shirt and sneakers. Dean needed to make sure John was asleep before sneaking out. His baby's engine was quite loud, and he couldn't afford to be caught. He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. It was almost midnight. Dean decided to wait until 12:15 to make his escape.
At the designated time, the teenager sidled out of his room. He plastered his left ear on John's door. Light snoring was heard. Dean sighed. As he turned around to descend the stairs, he received the fright of his life. His moose of a younger appeared out of thin air. Dean clutched his chest. He glared at Sam.
He quietly crept down the stairs. Sam followed him. When the two Winchesters stood by the front door, Sammy asked his brother where he was heading. Dean whispered, "I need to be with Cas. Jo said he's being kept overnight for observation."
"Dad is going to kill you."
"I don't care, Sammy. I need to be with him. It's my fault he got beat up. He was defending me."
Sammy ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Dean, I'm scared. Dad's going to blow a fuse, when he discovers you're not here in the morning."
"I don't care. I'm tired of being his puppet. I need to stand up for myself."
Sam felt pride in his big brother. It's about time Dean grew a pair. "I'll try my best and cover for you."
Dean ruffled Sam's hair. "Thanks, little man." He fetched Baby's keys from a bowl and flew out of the house.
Sam knelt on the sofa and watched Dean drive off through a window. He wanted to help his big brother be happy once and for all; but how? All of a sudden, a light bulb went off in Sam's head. "Why didn't we think of this earlier?" He grinned before rushing up the stairs.
Dean drove through two red lights. It felt awesome. John would have a stroke. Dean mentally flipped his dad the bird. Once Dean arrived at the hospital, a nurse informed him visiting hours were over. She was adamant in not allowing the teen access to Cas' room. Luckily, Bobby was on his way out. His eyes landed on Dean.
"Bobby, please do something. I need to be with Cas. How is he doing?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"He's better. The idjit is emotionally exhausted. He was finally able to fall asleep now."
"Can you please talk to the nurse?"
Bobby rolled his eyes. He hated being caught in the middle of this teen melodrama. He muttered, "Idjit." Bobby turned to speak to the nurse, who was at the counter. It took him five minutes to convince the hatchet faced woman.
She looked at Dean with small beady eyes. "We will make an exception since the patient's father is giving his consent. I won't tolerate any funny business. You understand, young man?"
Dean nodded. "Thanks, Bobby." The older man said good night and that he'd be back early in the morning. Dean followed Nurse Hatchet to Cas' room.
"We only do this for relatives, but I will call for a cot to be brought in."
Dean shook his head. "That won't be necessary." The nurse left.
The Winchester left the lights off. Cas' roommate was snoring really loud. Light provided by the full moon and a lamp post illuminated Castiel's slumbering form. Purple bruises formed a collar around his boyfriend's neck. A wicked looking bruise adorned his beautiful face. This was his entire fault. He should've stood up to Alistair.
Dean walked slowly towards the bed. Castiel's eyelids stirred. He must have felt Dean's presence, because he opened his gorgeous baby blues. "Hello Dean," he whispered in a raspy voice. He gave Dean his gummy smile, which always made his heart flutter like a stupid middle school girl experiencing her first crush.
"I'm so sorry, Cas. You're here because of me." Dean licked his dry lips.
Castiel scooted to the side. He patted the empty side of the bed. Dean gingerly got on it. "Hey I mostly beat up that asshole for sending your dad the tape. He had it coming."
Dean planted his head on Castiel's shoulder. Cas trailed his fingers down Dean's arm. "I have great news."
Dean raised his eyes to gaze into Cas' orbs. "The adoption is official. Alfie and I are Singers now."
"That's awesome, Cas! I'm so happy for you." Dean kissed his boyfriend's cheek. "You finally have a real family."
"I owe it all to you, baby boy." Castiel caressed Dean's jaw. "You got the ball rolling, when I got arrested for shop lifting Alfie's cold medicine."
Dean nudged his nose against Cas' stubble covered jaw. "Now John can't blackmail me with having you and Alfie separated."
"You're out of that house once you graduate. You can stay with us for the summer." Castiel's eyes began to close.
"Don't talk anymore, baby." Dean played with Cas' hair. The last words Castiel heard before drifting off to sleep were "I love you."
Bobby arrived accompanied by Missouri at 8 am. "Aw don't wake them up. They are too cute sleeping all cuddled up."
"Women," Bobby mumbled.
"I heard that!" Missouri set two caramel Frappuccinos and two plates of pancakes and bacon on top of the tray table used by patients to eat. "Go ahead and wake the cuties. The food is getting cold." She gazed at the boys with motherly affection.
Bobby shook Dean, who held on tight to Cas even in sleep. Dean mumbled incoherently before opening his eyes. As soon as the tawny haired boy removed himself from the bed, Castiel felt the lack of his body heat. He opened his eyes and yawned.
"Good morning Snow White and Rapunzel." Bobby opened the venetian blinds to allow more light to enter.
"I made you breakfast and we stopped at McDonalds to get you Frappuccinos."
"Thanks...I'm starving. Hospital food blows," Cas said before stuffing his mouth with half of one of Missouri's famous chocolate chip pancakes.
Dean gazed at his cell phone. Thank God there were no missed calls or texts. This meant John hadn't discovered his disappearance. Nurse Hatchet entered the chamber to check Cas' vitals. She wrote them down in a chart. "Everything looks good. Castiel should be released at noon."
Bobby thanked the woman. "I guess I'll go get your duffel so you can change." He turned to Dean. "You better get going, son. We don't want John to send the police looking for you."
"I don't care. I'm driving Cas home, when he's discharged."
Missouri arched a brow. "Good for you, sweetheart."
Meanwhile at the Winchesters' home, John was preparing breakfast. The scintillating smell of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs woke Sam up. As he plopped his feet on an old pair of flip flops, he remembered where Dean was. He needed to kill some time before the answer to their prayers arrived.
Sam woke Adam. The youngster rubbed his eyes. "I don't want to go to school."
Sammy rolled his eyes. "It's Sunday, dumb ass."
"Oh!' Adam sat up.
"I need you to do something for me." Sam adjusted the collar of Adam's sock monkey pajama top.
"What?" Adam smelled the bacon. He was out of his car bed in a flash.
"You haven't given dad the field trip permission form. Do that now before we leave for church. Isn't tomorrow the last day to turn it in?" Sam opened the door.
Adam nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, and I really want to go to the zoo."
"Hey you can ask dad that question you've wanted to ask after your teacher covered the theory of evolution."
Adam tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes. "Huh?"
"Remember you're confused. Were apes here before us? If so then Adam and Eve is a crock of you know what. Were they apes or humans like us?"
"Oh yeah!" Adam ran down the stairs.
Sam rubbed his hands together. "This is going to be so much fun."
He entered the kitchen. John was signing the field trip permission slip. He then turned to the stove. He stirred the scrambled eggs. "Where's Dean? He's usually up at this time."
Sam cleared his throat and bulged his eyes out at Adam. The seven year old sat up straight on the chair. "Dad, were Adam and Eve monkeys like in Planet of the Apes?"
John dropped the spoon. "What?! Why would you think that, son?" He turned off the stove and sat across from his youngest.
Sam grabbed orange juice from the fridge. After he poured a glass, he leaned against the counter. John's back was towards him. He had a perfect seat. Sam bit the inside of his right cheek. He was dying to laugh.
"We are learning about evolution in science class."
"I should've known. The school system always pollutes the young's minds."
"So were they? Do we come from monkeys?" Adam asked with expressive big eyes.
"God created man in his own image."
"So God is a chimp?"
John stomped his hand on the table. Sam covered his mouth. Oh this was too good. His father turned his head to look at him. Sam sobered up and crossed his arms.
"No, Adam. No one has ever seen God, but he created Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. They were humans not apes."
"So they are lying to us in school?" Adam furrowed his brows.
John felt a headache coming. "Let's eat. We can continue this conversation at a later time." He added pepper to the eggs. "Sam, go wake Dean up."
Sam began to panic. "I think he's starting to get a cold. Maybe you should let him sleep in late. He was sneezing up a storm last night."
Adam was about to open his mouth. Sam bulged his eyes out at him again. The seven year old fiddled with his fork. "Food will help him recover faster. Go get him or I will."
Sam walked at a snail's pace out of the kitchen. He scratched his head. "God, if you're really up there. Please let my plan work. Dean deserves to be happy."
As he set his right foot on the first step, the doorbell rang. "Thank you, God!" He ran to the front door. Sam opened it and hopped up and down in happiness. "Grandpa Henry!"
"Sammy Davis, Jr!" The sixty year old gave his middle grandchild a huge bear hug.
Adam ran to the living room to see, who the visitor was. "Grandpa!" He barreled into Henry.
"Someone's grown! How are you Adam West?!" He patted the baby of the family's cheek.
"I grew two inches this summer!"
"What's the commotion?" John inquired. He was drying his hands with a kitchen towel. His eyes landed on his father, who stood outside of the front door. John dropped the towel. "Dad, what are you doing here? You only visit on Christmas."
Sam laughed internally. His dad was pale as a brand new pair of tighty whities. The only person, who John Winchester didn't get along in the entire planet, was his own father, Henry. Sam called his grandpa after Dean left. Henry told the moose he'd be there early this morning. If anyone would be able to help Dean it was Grandpa Henry.
"So dad, how long is your stay...a couple of days? I'll set up a cot in the den." John headed to a hall closet to fetch a pillow and bed sheets.
"Actually, I'm moving permanently to Lawrence." Henry slid his arms across both of his grandsons' shoulders.
"Yay! Grandpa can spend time with us!" Adam jumped up and down. "Are you going to stay with us?" John became paler. Sam loved seeing his dad squirm.
"I'm going to search for a house. That way the boys can stay whenever they want to." Henry winked at Sam. "I'll be out of your hair before you can say cunnilingus!"
"Dad!" John's face became red.
"Oh son...I see you still have that stick up your butt."
"You have three days to find a house. Now let's go eat breakfast before it gets cold!"