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Tick, tick, tick.
It was an exceptionally hot day in May, and especially nice that Dean didn't have to go into the body shop today. He and Cas we lazing around amongst the ruffled white blankets, Cas was flat on his back and splayed out in the heat, Dean on his stomach as he closed his eyes and was caught in the limbo between resting and actually napping.
Tick, tick, tick.
The ceiling fan was clicking a little as it wobbled above their heads, on full blast in the heat.
"Fan's broken." Dean mumbled, breathing in the scent of his bedsheets, which didn't smell like just him anymore, but the lingering scent was a mix of both him and Cas. The angel had crash landed back into his life a few weeks ago, and Dean seemed to be on a high still.
"Want me to fix it?" He asked lazily, turning to the side and looking at Cas's gorgeous profile as he stared up at the ceiling.
"It doesn't bother me." The angel answered pensively.
Tick, tick, tick.
"Really?" Dean asked, laughing.
"It is only an apartment. We should call someone in, instead of fixing it ourselves."
Dean slid a hand down his face. "We need a house soon, that's what. I think it'd be best for the twins too."
Tick, tick, tick.
Dean propped himself up on one elbow and stared at Cas, his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" He asked quietly. "Hopefully nothing bad."
Cas's lips pulled into the tiniest smile and he closed his eyes. "Houses. Homes, I believe that would be the better definition."
Dean scooted a little closer. "Yeah?" He prompted, smiling and holding his head up as he propped up his elbow. "What kind of homes?"
"One story, or two story. And maybe it could be light blue. With white trims. Or maybe white with dark blue trims. And a garden."
Dean smiled and closed his eyes too. "Brick walkway leading up to it?"
"Yes. And a brick chimney."
Dean scooted closer. "And a red door."
Cas nodded, finally turning and facing him, his pupils dialated almost completely. "And a back porch."
"White picket fence?" Dean asked, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. "Lots of windows?"
"The fence especially." He answered. "And our own bedroom. A nice one."
Dean felt laughter bubble up into his throat as he pressed another kiss to his lips and began to sit up. "Big bed?" He asked happily.
"The biggest size." Cas replied happily. "Right in the middle of the room."
Dean was crouching over him now, his legs straddling his hips as he had his palms pressed to the matress on either side of his face. "And you're not forgetting about the fixed fan, are you?" He teased.
"Especially a fixed fan." The angel replied almost breathlessly, looking lust blown already. Every since he'd come back; Dean couldn't have been happier when he knew the person he was making love to would be the person he'd really spend the rest of his life with. And they'd had a lot of free time and six years of catch up to do.
Tick, tick, tick.
The broken fan clicked above as it wobbled along at high speed, just as Dean really deepened the kissing from sweet smooches to a long, draw out frencher. Cas rolled him over so that he was on his back instead, pressing down hard with his lips and his body.
Dammit, the phone had started trilling that loud, electronic ring from all around the snug apartment.
Cas straightened and broke the kiss gently with a soft suction noise, lingering for a second as he spoke quietly into his lips. "Should we get that?"
Dean closed his eyes, his face was burning hot, and he was aching for this. "No," He answered quickly, yanking Cas down by the tie and pressing his lips hard onto his. The ringing made way to the female electronic voice of the caller I.D.
"CALL, from: GRANT ELEMEN"
The two of the instantly parted, Dean's eyes growing wide. "Grant Elementary? What the hell are they calling here for?" He heard the voicemail pick up and he scrambled to pick up the phone in time.
Beep... Hi, um, Mr. Winchester? This is the school principle Mrs. Boyle. I need you to come into school immediately, your son Robert Winchester is being expelled from Grant Elementary, effective immediately, for using a blood weapon against other first grade students, inflicting serious injury and bodily harm, and-"
Dean felt his blood drain from his face as he snatched up the phone. "Hello? Hello?"
The woman rapidly explained to him, and Dean quickly slammed down the phone and grabbed some socks, hopping as he pulled on his shoes.
"Dean-?" Cas asked, confused by Dean's horrified expression.
"We have to go down to the school right now, Cas." Dean explained grimly. "I think he got triggered. I think this is his first involuntary."
When the two finally arrived, Robbie was shaking violently in his seat as he stared down at the floor, wringing his hands in his lap as a police officer was standing behind the chair, towering over him with a brooding expression.
The woman began attacking him right when he set foot in the office. "This child has violent tendencies, and if you don't enroll him in some kind of boy's behavior academy, or even juvinile hall, I'll have to really get the authority on your asses-"
Robbie began sobbing, he finally brought his hands up to his face, where he'd been previously hiding his lap, which was wet.
Dean rushed forward and gathered the sobbing, shaking little boy into his arms, trying not to pay attention to the dampness. "A student of yours wets himself and you don't even give him a change of clothes? And you call yourself a teacher?" He was angry as he gripped Robbie tightly. "Cas." Dean growled, backing away as the principle exploded at him.
"He attacked the other students! With a weapon that drew blood, you should see the gashes and punctures on their arms! That kid is psychotic!"
Cas pressed two fingers to her head, and then the police officer's. They were out cold with no memory of the students Leo and Robbie Winchester.
"C'mon. We should start looking for schools that accept kids so late in the school year." Dean said unemotionally, striding from the office with his six-year-old son tucked tight in his arms.
"I dinit..I dinit mean too.." Robbie sobbed, wrapping his arms around his neck and nuzzling his face in his shoulder. "I don't remember..what happened.."
"Shhhhh." Dean rubbed his back as the little body shook. "It's okay. I know."
They pulled Leo from class and flew home. It turned out Leo had watched the whole thing, and he looked at them with a glassy expression when they finally picked him up. It was hard to get either of them to calm down, and they wound up seperating them that night.
Cas insisted that he be the one to talk with Robbie, so Dean tucked Leo in to bed. He still had that glassy look as Dean pulled the covers up around him and stroked his soft, golden hair.
"What's wrong?" He asked quietly, slipping to lay next to him. "What happened?"
Leo sniffled and rubbed his face with the blanket. "Well.." He started, rubbing his eyes. "Me n' Robbie were playing during recess and these kids came up and started makin' fun of us and calling us witches and freaks n' stuff and we tried to ignore them but then they pushed me and RJ got mad and then they pushed him and then they both were hitting and he tol' me to get a teacher so I was running and-and.."
His voice was watery now, and he quickly scooted and tucked himself into Dean's chest. "It's okay. You can tell me." He said quietly, placing a hand on his back.
"And then they started punching and kicking him and he fell down and he wasn't fighting back and then I heard a loud noise an he turned into the wolf but it was different- he was hurting them real bad and they were saying stop and he couldn't hear so I-I runned over and tried to stop it and then he went back regular but he acted like he didn't know.."
Dean frowned and hugged him tightly. This wouldn't be the first time Robbie would do this, he remembered.
"Leo?" He asked quietly, and the little kid nodded onto his chest.
"You still love your brother?"
Leo nodded again, more vigorously.
"Take care of him, okay? You can bring him back when that happens. I think only you can do it. So you're going to help him, right?"
The little boy nodded again. "Okay."
"Good." Dean shut his eyes and kissed his soft hair. Thank God Cas was here when this happened- he had no idea how he'd deal with this without him.
Leo whimpered out a scared sob and clung even tighter to him.
"Hey Juude," Dean began the first notes, slipping his hand over his golden hairs. "Don't make it bad.."
Leo giggled a little. "My name's not Jude!" He interrupted. "It's Leo!"
Dean cleared his throat. "Okay, then." He started up again. "Hey, LeonielSamuelWinchester," He used that long, squeezing-things-in single note that can be heard in drawn out birthday song names, and Leo erupted into giggles.
"That's silly." He laughed a little more. "I think I'm okay now, dada." He pulled himself under the covers.
"Good. G'night, Leo baby." Dean tucked him in and kissed his forehead. He just hoped that Cas was helping Robbie just as easily.
Robbie was in the bath, still shaking and crying as Cas tried desparately to bathe him. He squeezed his eyes shut as water cascaded over his head, washing away the grime he was covered in.
"I didn't mean to..." He whimpered, his tears mixing with the warm bathwater. "I was so scared..and-and.."
Cas drained the tub and helped him into a fluffy white towel. Robbie curled the towel tighter against himself and tried to hide his face in shame.
"This is not something you can help." Cas explained quietly. "It was not your fault."
"But I hurt them!" Robbie insisted, hiding his face even more in the towel, his shoulders beginning to shake. "I came back and they were bleeding and it was on..on my mouth-"
He looked up with those great jade eyes and suddenly looked angry. "Why," He insisted, his fingers curling over the towel angrily. "Why am I a werewolf? When you and dad are angels and Leo isn't andit'snotfair!" He choked out, hiding under the towel. "Why?" He whimpered, just a little round lump under the white towel.
Cas placed a gentle hand on the lump where his back was. "I'm sorry. But if you were not these other things, you wouldn't be alive."
He choked out a sob and the towel trembled. "I'm scared." He whispered. "Cas, I'm scared."
Cas gathered the little lump into his arms, curling him up like a cacoon as just a little bit of his face could be seen. His wet black hair clung damp to the cottony material and his green eyes blinked up at his face.
"I know you're scared. But your brother and your father and I will always be here." He tucked away a damp strand that had fallen into his face.
"Promise?" The little kid all but squeaked.
"I promise. And we will find a cure for you." That was the first time he told him that he would find this cure, even though it took eleven years of bitter waiting to finally find it. "..And I found the kids you hurt, and I healed them. They don't even know it happened."
He nodded and climbed off Cas's lap, wrapping his towel tight around his shoulders. "New school soon, huh?" He whispered. Cas frowned a little but nodded. "Yes. New school."
Robbie began to waddle back into his room. " 's okay. The people at the old one were mean anyway."
Cas straightened up and met Dean's eyes just as he was closing the bedroom door, re-opening it for Robbie. "Oh! Coming through," Dean chuckled, finally closing the door quietly. He met Cas's eyes and sighed.
Robbie tucked into his pajamas and crawled into bed, but it felt too cold and empty, and it was black and he was scared. He ran across from the gap between their beds quickly, leaping up onto Leo's and curling up on the covers. "Hey? You awake?" Robbie whispered.
"Well, I am now." He whispered. Robbie scooted up and pulled himself under the covers, he began to shiver just a little as he was hit with flashbacks from this morning.
That circle of people around him, punches and hits coming from every direction, the sharp taste of iron biting in his mouth as they were all then splayed on the ground, scarlet leaking from gashes in their shirts and arms, and his brother standing there with wide blue eyes.
"I'm scared." Robbie said, covering his face.
The blankets rustled as Leo turned to look at him. "Dad told me that I can help you." Leo spoke up. "That I can bring you back."
Robbie closed his eyes. "What do you mean..?" But he understood a second later. When he was deep in blackness, floating, he only heard one voice. Leo had ran back to the group as fast as he could, trying to pry the wolf from one of the children's chests, his teeth snapping. "Robbie! Stop!"
Leo snuggled his face into his pillow. "I wonder why you could only hear me."
Robbie sighed and hugged the blankets tight to him. "I dunno. But..can you promise you'll always..bring me back?" He asked meekly.
"Yeah," Leo answered. "I promise."
Robbie swallowed back stinging tears. "Okay." He whispered, closing his eyes.
...
Dean didn't know where to start, as he looked at Cas from across the table. The angel reached out and took his hands silently, and Dean dipped his head in shame, still not knowing what to say as he sighed, squeezing his hands back.
"Look, I know you've only been home for around a month.." He started, still avoiding Cas's blue gaze.
"I can handle this." Cas spoke back quickly and confidently. "I can handle that he's different."
Dean hated that he felt this way, but he was almost ashamed. He wished, after all that waiting, Cas could come home to something a little easier. He ran a hand through his hair. "I just don't know how to..help him, Cas."
The angel squeezed his hand gently. "I don't either. But we can do this." Dean finally lifted his eyes to look into Cas's.
"Yeah," He replied quietly, and Cas reached out and held his cheek in his palm. "It won't be easy, but, we can. We can find the cure." Dean felt just a little bit better after everything that happened today, knowing that Cas was going to be by his side for everything.
"We should find a house by their new school." Cas said quietly.
Dean grinned. "All this talk about houses again, Cas?" He teased, coming forward and giving him a kiss. "You trying to pick up where we left off?"
The years rolled by easily after that. Dean wasn't alone anymore when the kids had times like these, when Dean didn't know what to do. It was so much easier with him around. Not to mention all the 'catching up' they were able to do.
All the events came and went like they were supposed to, good or bad. The twins got their anti-possession tattoos at twelve. The Gatherers grew more abundant and frequent, leading up until they were sixteen.
Leo was kidnapped by heaven, and Robbie ran away as a wolf once again. They stormed heaven to got him back, and they went back into the past for six months, leaving Cas and Dean alone. And they did nothing else during this time than search for the werewolf cure.
And when the two of them finally came home after going into the past, the fathers had good news.
They'd found it.