Reaching his room, Castiel slammed the door behind him, completely consumed by anger. He couldn't believe his father had the nerve to tell him that Dean was a waste of his time. Going straight over to his bed to sit down, Castiel grabbed his phone that he had left on the bedside table to text Dean. Typing out a huge, colorfully worded rant, he had just pushed send when he heard a knock on his door, his mother entering the room before he could tell her to go away.

"Let me guess, he sent you up here to get this?" Castiel asked, holding up his cell phone.

"I volunteered, actually. I thought it would be best if you two kept your distance from each other for a while," Mrs. Novak said, taking the device from her youngest son.

"I couldn't agree more," Castiel huffed.

"Castiel, honey," Mrs. Novak sighed, sitting down next to him on his bed, "You have to understand that your father is just trying to do what he thinks is best for you by telling you to stay away from Dean."

"What about you? Do you think that's what's best for me?" Castiel inquired, looking over at his mom.

"I don't know, sweetheart. But what I do know is that you believe something special is happening between you and Dean, and that it's worth fighting for," Mrs. Novak replied, cupping his left cheek in her hand.

"I know it sounds bizarre, but he means a lot to me, Momma," Castiel told her earnestly.

"I hear you, Castiel, but can you blame your father and me for being skeptical? Especially knowing the history between you two," Mrs. Novak said.

"No, I can't. I'd be the same way if I were in your shoes, but I swear, he's different now," Castiel explained.

"I want to believe you, I really do. And I'll try my best to convince your father to hear you out but as of right now, I agree with him about your punishment. The way you spoke to him was unacceptable," Mrs. Novak scolded, Castiel resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Yes ma'am," he agreed, not wanting to argue with her.

"I know you think your father is stubborn and insensitive, and honestly, sometimes he is, but I know for a fact that he loves you, sweetheart, and at the end of the day he just wants to keep you safe," Mrs. Novak told him, getting up from the bed.

"I know, Momma…," Castiel sighed as she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Smiling warily, Mrs. Novak then left the room, shutting the door behind her. Once she was gone, Castiel let out a frustrated noise, punching his pillow to blow off some steam. However, instead of sitting there and letting himself get even more riled up, he decided his best bet would be to go take a shower and try to relax.

Grabbing a change of clothes and a towel, Castiel made his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him before turning on the shower. He undressed quickly and got into the tub, the warm water feeling phenomenal against his skin. It felt so good in fact, that Castiel didn't even think about getting out of the shower until an hour later, his conscience finally getting the better of him for wasting so much water. He then got dressed, brushing his teeth before going back to his room to do some homework.

It was hard to concentrate, his thoughts primarily focused on Dean and not science, but he muddled through and by the time six o'clock rolled around, Castiel was completely done with all of his assignments. Breathing a sigh of relief, Castiel put his textbooks in his backpack before finally daring to venture downstairs because he was so hungry he thought he might pass out.

He had been too stubborn to go get anything earlier, not wanting to even be in the same house, let alone the same room as his father. However, his tune quickly changed when he started getting dizzy from his body's lack of nourishment.

"Well, what do you know? He lives!" Gabriel teased when Castiel entered the living room.

Looking over, he saw his older brother sitting on the couch with his mom, Anna in her spot on the love-seat with her kitten as he approached them.

"Mom's making cookies," Anna told him, the smell of fresh baked goods reaching his nose.

"Dear God, I'm ravenous," Castiel stated, inhaling deeply, filling his nostrils with the scent wafting in from the kitchen.

"How about I make you a grilled cheese while we wait for the cookies to get done?" Mrs. Novak asked just as the doorbell rang.

"That would be marvelous," Castiel said, smiling at his mother before walking over to answer the door.

Curious to see who had come by so late, Castiel's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he realized that Dean was standing on his front porch, his clothes soaked with rain water, sporting a black eye and a cut, which was bleeding profusely, on the bridge of his nose.

Too stunned to speak, Castiel noticed that Sam was present as well, his arms wrapped around his big brother as he sobbed into his chest.

"I'm sorry baby, I know your dad isn't my number one fan right now, but I didn't know where else to go," Dean apologized suddenly, snapping Castiel out of his daze.

"It's okay, Dean. Please, come in," Castiel managed to say, stepping aside so Dean could gently maneuver Sam, who refused to let go of him, through the front door.

"Oh my goodness," Castiel heard his mother gasp upon seeing Dean's face as he entered the living room.

Shutting the door quickly, Castiel walked up Dean, cupping his boyfriend's cheek in his hand, studying the injury.

"I'm sorry for stopping by so late and unannounced, Mrs. Novak," Dean said, looking over Castiel's shoulder at her.

"It's quite alright, darling, it looks like you've had a rough night," Mrs. Novak replied, getting up from her seat to get a close look at Dean's cut.

Moving away so his mom could stand in front of Dean, Castiel saw that Sam was bleeding too, a small gash across his left cheek.

"Well, thankfully it doesn't look like your nose is broken," Mrs. Novak stated, pulling Castiel's attention back to Dean, "But we should get these cuts cleaned up ASAP."

"Hey Sam, I could clean your cut while you hold Charlie, if you wanted?" Anna suggested, coming over to stand next to Sam, who still had his arms around Dean, his sobs transformed into silent tears.

"Come on Sammy, you aren't going to turn down this pretty girl's offer, are you?" Dean asked his little brother when Sam didn't reply.

"…Okay," Sam mumbled, finally releasing Dean from the death-grip he had on him to take Charlie in his arms.

"The peroxide is in the upstairs bathroom, so follow me," Anna explained, offering Sam a warm smile before leading him to the second story of the house.

"I'll go get something to hold on Dean's nose so we can try to stop the bleeding," Gabriel chimed in, speaking for the first time since Dean and Sam had arrived.

"Good idea, thank you son," Mrs. Novak said as Gabriel disappeared out of the room.

When it was down to just the three of them, Castiel turned to Dean, noticing that his "calm, got to keep it together for Sammy" demeanor was gone replaced with fear and vulnerability as his eyes filled with tears.

"It's okay, babe, you're safe," Castiel found himself saying, pulling Dean into his arms.

"Cas," Dean whispered, squeezing him tightly.

"What happened?" Castiel asked, running his fingers through Dean's damp hair.

"My-….," Dean began, but stopped short, pulling away from Castiel a little to look at Mrs. Novak. "…Um, sorry to be a pain, ma'am, but do you think I could have some Advil?" he asked, the older woman narrowing her eyes at Dean's obvious attempt to get her out of the room.

"Of course," Mrs. Novak sighed, knowing that Dean wouldn't say anything else unless she was out of earshot. "I'll be right back," she added before going to the kitchen to retrieve the painkillers.

"John did this," Castiel said when his mother was gone, his words more of a statement than a question.

"…Yeah…because I told him….," Dean mumbled looking down at his feet.

"About us?" Castiel asked, shock and happiness struggling for dominance in his mind.

"Yeah, I told him, baby…After I saw the way you stood up to your dad, I knew I had to…Anyway, my dad was pissed as hell when I got home, wondering where I had been all day and I just snapped and said I'd been with someone I liked spending time with and it just kind of snow balled from there," Dean explained, talking a mile a minute.

"And when you told him you were with me…," Castiel whispered, his voice trailing off.

"He asked me why the hell I liked spending my time with you and I told him it was because I loved you," Dean said, leaning forward to press their foreheads together.

"So he hit you?" Castiel asked, his blood boiling.

"…He-…He threatened to kill me…and when he started throwing punches…Sammy tried to defend me," Dean told him, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"That motherfucking piece of trash," Castiel seethed, holding his tongue when he heard Anna and Sam coming back down the stairs.

"Hey, good as new," Dean said, separating himself from Castiel as Sam rushed toward him, embracing him once more. "It's okay, Sammy. I'm not going to let him hurt you ever again, you understand me?" he added, making his little brother look up at him.

"I understand, Dean," Sam blubbered, letting Dean wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"What's going on in here?" Castiel suddenly heard Mr. Novak asked, whipping his head around to see him descending the stairs.

"Dean and Sam somehow ended up with a couple of scrapes and bruises and need some help cleaning them up," Mrs. Novak interjected before Castiel could say anything, coming back into the living room in perfect time.

Handing Dean two Advil and a bottle of water, she then walked over to stand near her husband, the two of them engaging in a quiet conversation.

With all of the kids watching them closely, it wasn't long before Mrs. Novak turned around to face them, Mr. Novak standing behind her looking extremely annoyed.

"Dean, Sam," she said sweetly, "I'm not sure what happened to you two and as Dean has already made it clear, I can see that neither of you are in a hurry to tell me. But Mr. Novak and I just wanted to let you know that if you need a place to sleep tonight, our couch is open."

"Dean, can we stay here, please?" Sam asked immediately, staring up at his big brother with his signature puppy dog eyes.

"We'd love to take you up on your offer, Mrs. Novak, thank you so much for your hospitality," Dean said, making Sam squeeze him even tighter.

"You're very welcome, Dean," Mrs. Novak replied as Gabriel finally reappeared holding an old wash cloth. "Now, let's clean you up," she added, smiling at him.

XXXX

Once Dean's cut was cleaned and bandaged, Mrs. Novak made all the kids grilled cheese sandwiches. Thankfully, Mr. Novak, who was visibly livid, excused himself to turn in earlier for the night, making their meal a pleasant one. After devouring two sandwiches a piece, all the kids then dove into the cookies Mrs. Novak had made, stuffing themselves to the gills.

"Oh man, I'm dying," Gabriel said when they were done eating and had cleaned up the kitchen.

"Dude, right? I probably shouldn't have eaten three cookies," Sam complained, making Anna giggle.

"But they were so worth the tummy ache, right?" Anna asked, smiling at Sam.

"Absolutely," Sam agreed as they all made their way into the living room, Mrs. Novak going to the laundry room to grab Sam and Dean some sheets and blankets for the couch.

"Okay, well it's been real kids, but it's time for me to bid you ado," Gabriel said, waving goodbye to them.

"Bro, it's only ten," Castiel teased.

"Dude, get off me, I'm tired," Gabriel laughed, going to his room.

"I'm not going to lie Cassie, I'm pretty sleepy myself," Anna yawned as Mrs. Novak entered the living room, handing Dean and Sam the items she had retrieved for them.

"Why don't you head on up to bed, baby girl? Cassie and I will help Sam and Dean set up," Mrs. Novak said, hugging her youngest child.

"Night guys!" Anna called, releasing her mom to ascend the stairs.

"I'll take the love-seat," Sam stated, spreading the sheet Mrs. Novak gave him out on the piece of furniture.

As Castiel's mom helped Sam, Castiel worked with Dean to make the couch look fit for sleeping.

"I don't want you up any later than midnight, okay?" Mrs. Novak asked Castiel once everything was set up.

"Yes ma'am," Castiel replied, sitting down on the couch while Dean took off his leather jacket.

"Thanks for everything, Mrs. Novak," Sam said, already snuggled under his blanket on the love-seat.

"Yeah, thanks Mrs. N. This means a lot," Dean chimed in, taking a seat next to Castiel.

"You're both very welcome, good night darlings," Mrs. Novak cooed, blowing them a kiss before heading up stairs like Anna and Gabriel.

"Good night," came a chorus of voices, Sam closing his eyes once she was out of sight.

"You crashin', Sammy?" Dean inquired.

"Yeah…I'm sorry, Dean…I'm just so…," Sam mumbled, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"It's okay, little brother, good night," Dean said softly as Sam passed out.

"Well, I was going to suggest that we watch T.V., which I've been forbidden to do because I'm grounded, but I don't want to disturb him," Castiel whispered, smiling at Dean.

"Sorry baby, looks like we might as well hit the sack," Dean chuckled, trying to hold back a yawn.

"You're probably right," Castiel agreed, leaning over to press their lips together, his heart fluttering when Dean pulled him close, kissing him with everything he had. "I'm so proud of you for standing up to John, babe. I know it must have been hard," he added, making Dean smile.

"Thanks, Cas. We'll talk everything out tomorrow, I promise. For now, thank you for being there for me when I needed you. I love you so fucking much," Dean told him with sincerity, after their heated make out session.

"I love you too, Dean. Remember, you're safe here. He won't hurt you as long as I'm around," Castiel promised, kissing Dean one last time before getting up.

"Good night, baby," Dean whispered, laying sideways on the couch.

"Night," Castiel replied, reluctantly heading to his room.

XXXX

Despite being extremely full, and disgustingly mad about the fact that John had hurt not one, but both of his children, Castiel somehow managed to fall asleep pretty quickly. It actually wasn't that crazy that Castiel was so tired; he had gotten up quite early that morning and his day had been strenuous, or at least emotionally anyway. However, his much needed sleep was disrupted not even an hour later by someone shaking him awake gently. Opening his eyes, Castiel saw that Dean was standing above him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Dean whispered as Castiel groggily sat up.

"What's going on, babe?" Castiel asked, stretching his arms over his head.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Dean admitted, Castiel coming out of his fog to notice the bulge in Dean's pants.

"Dean Winchester, you horny bastard! Did you seriously come up here to solicit me for sex? And where did those come from?" Castiel inquired, pointing to the small bottle of lube, which he recognized from the first time they were together, and a condom sitting on his bedside table.

"First of all, fuck yes. And secondly, I never took the lube out of my jacket pocket and I always keep a condom in my wallet," Dean explained, dodging a playful blow from Castiel.

"We can't have sex right now, if my parents hear us all hell will break loose," Castiel told him disappointedly.

"They won't hear us, baby. We'll just have to be quiet," Dean said, not giving up.

"Really? But isn't me screaming your name your favorite part of making me cum?" Castiel asked seductively, bending down to mouth at Dean's erection through the fabric of his jeans.

"Holy…shit…," Dean nearly shouted, slapping a hand over his mouth almost immediately.

"See? This is never going to work," Castiel teased, standing up to nip at Dean's jaw, palming at his dick with his right hand.

"Is that a challenge, Novak?" Dean asked, keeping his voice low.

"What if it was?" Castiel inquired, Dean replying by crashing their lips together.

"You know I'm not one to back down from a challenge," Dean said, removing Castiel's shirt before making short work of his pajama pants and boxers.

"Good, because I really want you to fuck me," Castiel answered, undressing Dean quickly.

"That's what I like to hear, baby," Dean cooed, helping Castiel rid him of his clothes.

Once Dean was completely naked, Castiel trailed his eyes down his body, making a face when he saw a couple of huge, dark bruises on his left side near his ribs.

"Did John…," Castiel started to ask but Dean cut him off.

"Please, Cas, I don't want to think about him right now," Dean said desperately, running his thumb over Castiel's lower lip. "I just want to focus on us."

Nodding, Castiel gently brushed his fingers against the purple marks on Dean's skin, conceding without a fight. Not that it was much of a surprise, it was well documented that Dean could get Castiel to agree to pretty much anything with those adorable green eyes and that southern charm.

"Alright, babe, alright," Castiel whispered, kissing Dean tenderly.

"You know, the whole time I was downstairs I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you," Dean purred, forgetting the mention of his father to go straight back to where they had left off.

Then, lowering his mouth down to the left side of Castiel's neck, he latched onto the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

Wrapping his arms around Dean, Castiel had to bury his face in his shoulder to muffle the sound of a moan that involuntarily slipped passed his lips.

"And what exactly is it that you want to do to me?" Castiel asked once he had recovered from the surge of pleasure that had just flooded his veins.

"How about I show you?" Dean questioned, waiting for Castiel to nod his head yes before stepping back, confidence oozing out of him as he licked his lips. "Put your palms flat against the wall," he ordered, pointing to the stretch of clear space between the bedside table and the window.

Complying without hesitation, Castiel did as he was told, facing the wall as he put his hands flat on the smooth surface.

"Perfect," Dean praised, the tone of his voice sending a chill over Castiel's naked body, "Now spread your legs apart, just a little."

Biting his bottom lip, Castiel separated his feet as Dean walked up behind him, trailing his fingertips down his back.

"Like this?" Castiel asked; sweat starting to dip down his forehead from the anticipation.

"Just like that," Dean confirmed, drawing his hand back to slap Castiel on the ass.

"Mmm, Dean!" Castiel called out, his heart racing when he realized what he had done.

"That was a test, baby, one more screw up and I'll have to find something to gag that pretty mouth of yours," Dean teased, reaching around his body to stroke Castiel's rock hard dick.

"Dean, please, I can be quiet," Castiel assured him, pressing his lips together when the boy behind him sank to his knees, grabbing both his ass cheeks to spread them apart.

"We'll see about that," Dean taunted before using his tongue to trace Castiel's hole, Castiel doing everything in his power not to make noise, completely at Dean's mercy.

"Please, babe, I need you inside me," Castiel whispered, Dean continuing to lap at the ring of muscle.

"Always so pushy," Dean chuckled, licking up the crack of Castiel's ass, making his whole body shudder.

"I just want you so bad," Castiel confessed, digging his fingernails into the drywall.

"I know, baby, and you know I'll give you what you want," Dean said, placing little kisses against Castiel's right ass cheek before sinking his teeth into the delicate skin.

Pressing himself against the wall, Castiel muffled a strangled moan with the surface, his dick throbbing from the sensation.

"You're doing so well for me, Cas," Dean said, as Castiel separated himself from the wall once more, trying to maintain his composure.

"I think I've earned a reward, don't you?" Castiel asked, glancing over his shoulder at Dean, a mischievously sparkle in his eyes.

"That you have, baby," Dean agreed, wrapping his left arm around Castiel waist before bringing his right hand down to slowly stroke his dick.

"Mmm," Castiel mumbled, resting his head back against Dean's shoulder, loving the way Dean was making him feel.

"You like that, Cas?" Dean whispered in his ear, making Castiel moan in response.

"Yes, it feels so fucking amazing," Castiel said, feeling Dean press his erection against the small of his back.

"You want me to fuck you now?" Dean asked, giving Castiel's dick one last tug before stepping back.

"Fuck yes," Castiel confirmed, accidently taking one of his hands off the wall in excitement.

"Castiel, what were you told to do?" Dean questioned, grabbing a handful of his hair.

"Keep my palms flat on the wall," Castiel told him, immediately resuming his position.

"And you aren't going to move unless I tell you to, right?" Dean inquired, nipping at his jaw.

"Right," Castiel agreed, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach due to the air of dominance surrounding Dean at that moment.

"That's my boy," Dean said, slapping Castiel's ass in the same spot, this time Castiel being able to hold his tongue.

Smirking, Dean then reached over to grab the half empty bottle of lube from the table, Castiel hearing him pop open the cap before he slicked up his fingers with the substance.

"Oh fuck," Castiel whispered under his breath when he felt Dean slide his index finger inside him.

"I can't wait to feel this tight little hole around my dick," Dean said, working him open as he leaned forward to bite Castiel's right shoulder blade.

"Are you going to fuck me as hard as you did last time?" Castiel asked, whimpering when Dean's finger grazed his prostate.

"Is that what you want, baby?" Dean questioned, adding another finger after a while.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me so hard that I'll feel you for a week," Castiel told him, Dean choking back a moan.

"Cas, if you keep talking like that I don't make any promises," Dean said, making Castiel laugh softly.

"Babe, please, your fingers feel amazing but they are nothing compared to your dick. Its fucking mind blowing how phenomenal it feels when you pound into me. Oh, fuck, and the way you fill me up, making me want to scream your name over and over until I cum so hard that it takes my breath away," Castiel continued, his voice husky and low.

"Fuck, okay," Dean panted, removing his fingers from Castiel so he could put on the condom. "You win, baby," he added, before pushing into him hard enough to make Castiel's chest press against the wall.

"That's it, Dean, harder," Castiel ordered, Dean complying by grabbing Castiel's hips, pulling him backward to meet every thrust of his hips.

"I love seeing you like this, Cas, so obedient and desperate for my dick," Dean whispered lustfully, sliding his right hand down Castiel's abdomen, before slowly working at his erection once more.

"Dean," Castiel called out, a little bit too loud, bracing himself against the wall as Dean's pace quickened.

"Ssshhh baby," Dean hushed, Castiel biting his bottom lip to try to stop the filthy noise his boyfriend was causing him to make.

"Fuck, Dean," Castiel breathed out, unable to help himself as Dean's dick repeatedly hit the sweet spot inside him.

To keep Castiel quit, Dean had no other choice but to put his left hand over his mouth, muffling the sounds a little.

"You mouthy little slut," Dean teased, slowing down his thrusts, knowing Castiel was on the verge of his release.

In response, Castiel bit down on Dean palm, making him grunt.

"You love it," Castiel mumbled against Dean's hand.

"Yes, I really do," Dean agreed, pumping his fist around Castiel's dick a couple more times before he finally came, the muffled sound of Dean's name filling the room as Castiel blew his wad all over the wall and his lover's hand.

"Oh, fuck yes," Castiel whispered, Dean working him through his orgasm.

"Watching you cum is so fucking satisfying," Dean said, removing his hand from Castiel mouth to run it through his sweat soaked hair.

Turning his head, Castiel kissed Dean, open mouthed and filthy, licking and sucking at his lips.

"Your turn, babe," Castiel panted, his chest heaving when he finally broke the kiss.

"I need you to do one thing for me first," Dean said, trying to catch his breath.

"Anything you say," Castiel replied, Dean licking his lips as he smirked at him.

"When I pull out of you, I want you to turn around and put your right leg around my waist," Dean ordered.

"Done," Castiel confirmed, letting out a little whine at the loss of Dean's dick.

Obeying with urgency, Castiel quickly turned around pressing his back against the wall as he lifted his right leg to hook it around Dean's waist.

"Much better," Dean told him, pushing back into Castiel.

"I have to agree, the view has definitely improved," Castiel said, threading his fingers into Dean's short brown hair as he began to thrust his hips once more.

"Yes it has," Dean replied, reaching down to squeeze Castiel's ass cheeks.

Shooting him a flirty smirk, Castiel then leaned down, biting Dean's left pectoral muscle.

The action, simple as it was, was enough to send Dean over the edge, Castiel hearing him let out a soft little moan as he continued to buck his hips until he was boneless and gasping for breath.
Not bothering to move, the both of them slumped against each other, their bodies alive with the afterglow effects of their orgasms.

"I love you, baby," Dean whispered, kissing Castiel on the cheek.

"I love you too," Castiel replied happily, smiling from ear to ear. "Will you stay with me for a while before you go back downstairs?" he asked.

"Of course I will," Dean replied, returning Castiel's smile.