The end of chapter "Call It Candy"

Ollie watched as a figure appeared and knelt next to Dean's bed, the cat could see clearly it was Cas and Jimmy. Humans saw a single boy but Ollie could see two right now, one to find the memory and one to speak the words.

Jimmy grasped Dean's hand as he fought his way through another nightmare. A deep, tender voice cut through the darkness, "It was just a nightmare sweetheart, I'm here don't worry."

Ollie jumped off his butt perch and approached the kneeling boy when two small wings emerged from his back; they were damp and began slowly moving in an attempt to dry off.

Ollie wanted pretty badly to take a swipe at the feathery enticements but decided against it when the boy looked over his shoulder with glowing eyes that rivaled Ollie's, "Naughty kitty." They folded and slipped back inside and Jimmy-Cas vanished.

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The next day Castiel and Sam both went to school and Dean took the day off to hang out with his dad. It was Angie's idea and a bad one, Dean was pissed off she was trying to make John play nice.

John didn't know how to play nice and Dean knew the day would just be misery. He asked if Sam could go with them but John said he wanted to spend time just with Dean and celebrate his sixteenth birthday even if it was a day late.

Dean watched as Angie had to push Cas and Sam out the door, both were worried. Cas was mad at his mom and told her trying to mend fences was a bad idea. Angie said she wanted to give it one more try and if it went badly then she would never let John in her house ever again.

She grew up with no real family to speak of; they were mostly miserable people except for one grandmother. Like most children she grew up thinking what if. What if they tried harder or they softened just a little, the "what if" game was a lousy one to play and there were never any winners.

…..

Dean got to drive the Impala; he was wearing the jacket his dad got for him even though it was a typical January day in Angel Falls Wisconsin, bitter cold. John said it was colder than a witch's tit which made Dean laugh, he countered with it was colder than a well diggers ass and John chuckled.

Those were old sayings, silly ones that relaxed the tension between them. John glanced over at his son, "I'll give you directions, I'm taking you someplace for a surprise."

Dean's hands tightened on the wheel, it could mean something good or something very bad.

…..

They pulled in back of a taxidermy shop in the middle of nowhere. Dean thought it was weird, "What are we doing here?"

John got out and leaned his head in, "Just follow me."

Dean shoved his frozen hands in his pockets as they walked up to the back door, John knocked and a heavy set, bear of a man opened the door and waved them in. He seemed to know John well or at least well enough. Dean found out the man's name was Dell, not that it mattered to Dean.

Dean breathed through his mouth because the smell of chemicals and flesh was overwhelming. He followed his dad and Dell into a small room where there was a table covered in guns. Dell gestured, "Every one of them is sighted in, clean, oiled up and ready to go. I don't sell crap."

John nudged his son forward, "Go on Dean, pick some up and see what feels right to you." Dean shrugged and took a step back, "Why, it's going to be yours, you do it."

John gave Dean a warm smile, "This is your gift, sixteen is a special age and its time you have your very own gun instead of using mine."

Dean's eyes grew as big as saucers, "Are you serious?"

"Yes son I am serious."

Dean ended up with a 9mm Beretta and a case of bullets. He could hardly believe this was his dad he was with. John took him to an indoor gun range to practice with it. The pistol felt at home in Deans hands and he ended up doing better than his dad. John let Dean take his best target with him.

…

Dean was sucking chocolate malt through a straw or trying to at least. He also had a plate of fries and a double cheese burger extra onions sitting in front of him. It had to be the best day ever with his dad.

John was sipping coffee in between bites of food and at the end of their meals they topped it off with apple pie.

"Son, I have something to show you," he pulled out the magazine and slid it across the table to Dean, "I found this."

Dean gasped, "Did you go in Cas' room? (Did you go in our room you bastard?)"

John gave him a grave look, "Don't you mean the room you share with him? I found your clothes in the hamper with his, your shoes and boots up there plus lubricant and books on sex with men."

He stuck out his chin defiantly, "I don't know anything about that." ("Damn right you did, I need lube to finger his ass. I haven't let Cas stick fingers in me yet but I'm ready to try, you homophobic douche bag.")

Dean stared down at the magazine featuring a good looking dark haired young man on the cover; he had blue eyes but they were sadly lacking compared to Cas and his blue stunners. Dean had jerked off to that cover several times. Somehow John just touching the bag of porn, books and lube made all of it gross.

The waitress stopped to refill John's coffee and Dean shoved the magazine in his jacket, when she left John continued talking.

"Whatever you have with that fem boy is done. I've told you this; Hunters don't have relationships especially us Dean. I was thinking I should dig a little deeper and find out more about Jimmy Novak but if I have your word its over I'll let it go."

Dean answered his father robotically telling the man what he wanted to hear, "Yes Sir, I promise," Dean almost choked on the rest, "it's over." ("Over as far as you are gonna know…I'll never give Cas up, he belongs to me!")

John finished his pie but Dean hadn't touched his. "Not hungry? You love pie Dean."

"I love pie Sir but I'm not hungry."

John reached over and squeezed Dean's hand, "I'm glad you see it my way. It's better like this, teenagers experiment Dean but that doesn't make you gay. Even the whore that blew you doesn't make you gay. You got off and pretty boy got paid, the end. Go fuck some girls that will open your eyes."

Dean nodded in agreement, "You are right, it was just experimenting." (The experimenting proved I'm gay for Cas Novak. Next weekend we are doin' a whole lot of experimenting and then I'll be his for real.")

John finished Dean's pie and waved for the check. "You won't see me for a long time; I'm heading up to Canada for awhile after this next job. I have to lay low."

Dean didn't care why John was heading off to Canada, as long as he was gone that was all that mattered.

….

As soon as John left for the bathroom Dean rummaged through John's jacket until he found his wallet. Dean was surprised to see two thousand cash stuffed inside. Dean took five hundred for himself.

Next he went though the credit cards and took the newest one. Dean didn't care what his dad would think when John was miles away and discovered money was gone. He doubted John would even miss the card.

Dean figured he had at least a couple months before the card was too hot. He planned to take cash advances over the course of a month and then dump it. Dean had done it before so none of this was new to him.

When that ran out Dean planned to hustle pool, it was another thing he was better at than John. Dean didn't want to be his dad's whipping boy any longer and he refused to be penniless anymore.

…

The three boys sat on Cas' bed as heated words were exchanged downstairs. Sam knew Cas had some sort of super hearing power and asked him what they were saying.

Cas strained to listen, "Something about ball earrings…bitch…big trouble…money…deadbeat…useless…title…insurance and…I don't know what they are talking about."

Sam was sitting between the older boys holding each of their hands tight. He knew Dean and Cas would protect him, "You don't think dad will take us away do you Dean?"

"Don't worry Sammy, we won't see him for a long time; he is heading up to Canada for awhile. He must have majorly pissed someone off or worse, something."

After awhile everything went quiet downstairs but there were no screams or gunshots so the boys stayed put. Pretty soon Sam dozed off curled up in the middle of the bed and then Cas and Dean joined him like bookends.

…..

Sam peeked around the corner of the kitchen entryway, the smell of bacon was too much to resist. He sat on a chair and rested his head on the table watching his dad drink coffee, "So you are going to Michigan?"

In his extra gruff morning voice he answered, "Yes, then off the Canada. I'm not sure where yet."

Cas and Dean entered a bit more cautiously and sat down, Angie had them go over buffet style and get their food. After breakfast the boys said their goodbyes and Angie walked John out.

Cas was shocked to see John driving away with his moms gloss black Tahoe SUV she had just purchased last summer. Angie treated it like gold and had been her first big purchase in ages. He ran out to her and the Winchesters watched as Cas gestured wildly pointing to the old pick up John left behind.

Angie put an arm around his shoulder and they talked all the way up to the house but once they entered both went silent.

…..

The Road Test

Cas watched the large, surly looking man with a clip board approach the three of them. "Dean he looks cranky…do I look ok, I don't look like a punk do I?"

Dean checked his sometimes festively dressed secret boyfriend over, "Chucks, jeans, a normal shirt with no glitter crap on it…yup, you look pretty normal."

Cas glared at him, "I have one dang shirt with glitter on it, the one with the cat that says "hang loose", I love that shirt."

Angie flashed the man a pretty smile and softened her voice, "Hello, I'm Angela."

He did bother to look up, "I am Mr. Gryzinski, who is going first?"

Dean hopped in the driver seat and waved at the man with a big grin plastered on his face.

Gryzinski sighed and looked at his watch, it was two hours until lunch and he was dreaming of that tuna sandwich Millie had made him. He slid in next to Dean and grumped, "Alright kid, let's do this."

…

Cas sat on a hard plastic chair watching out the window, "I hope Dean didn't fart."

Angie looked up from the five year old golf magazine she was pretending to read, "What?"

He stood craning his neck just in case he missed them pulling in, "Fart, Dean had gas this morning. I think they would deduct points for farting…I would."

The car pulled up and Cas could see Dean was all smiles, "He passed!"

Mr. Gryzinski got out looking green around the gills, Cas knew Dean passed gas but he also passed the road test and that was all that mattered.

Dean burst through the door and raised his fists in the air shouting, "Watch out World, Dean Winchester is licensed to drive!"

….

While Cas was gone, Dean stood in line bouncing on his heels, "Holy crap, I can't believe it Angie."

She grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn't float away, "I'm proud of you Dean." When they got to the counter Angie helped him with the paperwork and then he posed for his very first license photo.

It turned out gorgeous and even the woman that snapped the photo said it was the first one in her fifteen years at the DMV that didn't look like utter crap.

Before she handed Dean the laminated license she passed it around to a few of the ladies. Dean was told he looked like a young Elvis or James Dean.

Dean took his license, bowed to the ladies then shook his pretty little ass all the way to the window to watch for Cas.

…..

Mr. Gryzinski checked something on his list but Cas kept his eyes on the road even though he wanted to peek. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Just keep your eyes forward and don't worry about what I'm doing."

Cas signaled to turn back into the parking lot and when he pulled up Dean was waiting there holding up his license with a big grin on his face.

Cas shut off the engine and waited until the man finished his tallies.

Gryzinski tapped the board with his pen; he glanced over at the kid who was staring at him with big blue eyes filled with pure hope. "Crap…he looks like Millie's Persian kitten Alfonse…don't make this hard kid."

Gryzinski tapped the clip board again trying to decide how to score one part that would make it a pass or fail. He looked back at Cas and now the boy was giving him a hopeful smile to go with those eyes.

He checked a box, "I'm sorry son, you failed by one point. You did ok but you need to practice. Come back after a little more time behind the wheel with your mom and I'm sure things will go better."

Cas slumped in the seat, "Oh…I see." He got out and shut the door carefully then walked with his head down all the way back inside the DMV.

Gryzinski felt horrible and he wasn't sure why. The man failed people every day and it didn't affect him one bit. Somehow this boy made him feel his disappointment and sadness on a personal level.

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Dean's heart sank when he saw the state Cas was in. The teen was expressionless and every emotion was stuffed into a box somewhere in that mysterious brain of his. Dean missed his carefree, over the top expressive boyfriend already.

Cas sat down and folded his hands neatly on his lap, "I am ready to go now."

Dean sat down next to him and wiggled fingers under Cas' thigh in a show of affection, "What did he say?"

Cas furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, "I have to practice. I failed by one point."

Angie saw the change, she was used to it but Dean wasn't. Before the Winchesters came to live with them her son was like this often and it took real effort to snap him back to his old self again.

Then again other boys didn't have to share their mind and body. She never truly knew what was going on inside of Jimmy. He seemed oblivious to things at times, a defense mechanism to stay sane.

Angie let Dean comfort him while she made another appointment for a road test next month.

…

When a melancholy Jimmy Novak went back to the attic after his shower he found Dean sitting on his bed holding a box of tapes Jimmy owned, he was rummaging through them until he found the one he wanted.

Jimmy clutched his robe tight around his slight frame feeling suddenly shy. "What are you doing Dean?"

Dean pushed the cassette in his pocket and smiled at Jimmy, "I know what your favorite song is and I'm gonna surprise you next weekend."

Jimmy stepped closer and dropped his hands, "Really…what are you going to do?"

Dean ran his fingers along the robe and slid a hand inside cupping a smooth little cheek, "It's a surprise for next weekend."

Jimmy poked through the box of tapes and pulled one out, "This is my favorite song."

Dean looked at the title and groaned, "Seriously?"

Jimmy nodded like a bobble head in an off road truck, "Yeah, I hope they play it at the spring dance."

Dean reminded him once again, "We are still not dancing together."

Cas grabbed him around the waist for a bit of drama, "While I'm dancing with Missy I'll pretend I'm dancing with you."

…

Sam was already in the back seat of the Impala bouncing slightly. He was going to show up with his cool big brother in the Impala. Cas and Dean got in the front, Dean looked back at his little brother, "Don't piss yourself Sammy."

"I'm excited Dean, this is great."

Dean adjusted the mirror and smiled at himself, "Yeah I could see how you would be stoked to show up with me driving. I'm pretty awesome to behold."

Sam rested his head on the front seat, "the girls in my class are in love with you and at least one boy. Mikey Pepper said you have cute freckles."

Cas snickered, "I'm jealous now Dean, Mikey Pepper thinks you have cute…"

"Shut up Cas."

Cas popped in a cassette he brought along with him, Melissa Etheridge starting singing "I'm the Only One" and Cas started singing it to Dean.

Dean tried to pop it out so he could toss it out the window but he got his hand slapped. "I get one song Dean you promised." He started the song over.

Please baby can't you see
My mind's a burnin' hell
I got razors a rippin' and tearin' and strippin'
My heart apart as well
Tonight you told me
That you ache for something new
And some other woman is lookin' like something
That might be good for you…..

Dean glanced over at Cas, he was dressed in tight black cords with a wide black leather belt and silver buckle, he had on his black turtle neck and an old duster Angie said belonged to Cas' granddad.

His long, jagged cut bangs hung over one eye and one blue eye showed bright and pretty.

All in all in a weird way at least, Dean thought Cas was an innocent sort of sexy and forgave his singing.

But I'm the only one
Who'll walk across the fire for you
I'm the only one
Who'll drown in my desire for you
It's only fear that makes you run
The demons that you're hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I'm the only one…

When it was over Cas leaned in and whispered to Dean, "This weekend I'm going to take you're virginity."

Dean gripped the wheel tighter and hissed, "Stop distracting me. You are friggin' evil sometimes you know that?"

Cas sat back with a weird smile plastered on his face. Dean thought it looked a little creepy like Cas was planning on eating him alive. He decided that didn't sound all bad.

….

Brent sat in back of his homeroom carving symbols into the tabletop with a jack knife.

Terrance sat next to him and watched his very best friend work feverishly. He dared to touch Brent's thigh with his fingertips under the table and whispered, "B, are you ok?"

Brent twisted his head to the side and stared into the warm pools of amber, "No T, I'm not ok at all." He slammed the blade through the social studies book sitting in front of him pinning it to the table, got up and left.

TBC