Early the next morning the boys found Angie, Bobby and Brady sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating from a big box of mixed pastries Brady had picked up on the way there.
Sam and Dean immediately each grabbed one of the delicacies. Brady formally introduced himself to the boys and then put his attention on Cas standing in the doorway who was watching Brady with a frown on his face.
"Hi Cas, have a doughnut fresh from the Angel Falls bakery."
"No thanks." He grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit on the counter and pointed the banana toward Brady, "How old are you anyway?"
Brady raised his brows at the ballsy teen, "Hey kid, if you point your banana at a guy you better be prepared to use it. As for the question of my age, I'm way past jailbait."
Dean thought Brady was hilarious; he snorted then snickered with half a crueler stuffed in his mouth but started choking. Angie leaped to her feet, grabbed Dean's face and dug the mess out of his mouth with a finger then slapped him hard on the back expelling the rest and got him a glass of water.
She watched to be sure he got the water down without incident, "Honest to god, sometimes I think I shouldn't let any of you out of my sight."
Dean gasped, "You saved my life."
She pinched his freckled cheek then snatched away the jelly doughnut he just picked up. "No more pastries for you. Have a banana like Cas instead, you might not choke on that."
Cas snickered and got a dirty look from Dean.
Brady watched their expressions and body language, there was a whole lot he wasn't privy to in the Novak household that was for sure.
…..
She called Cas to the living room to speak in private. She patted the couch but he chose to stand stiffly in front of her. "If you're feeling sick I can call and tell the office you aren't feeling well."
He shrugged noncommittally.
"Cas be honest, do you want me to send Brady away?"
"Yes…no…I don't know."
He looked on the verge of tears, "I don't have a dad and now I don't want either. Plus I don't want a strange guy living here. You have three guys to take care of you already mom."
She forced him into a hug and "forced" was the operative word because Cas never relaxed his body. "Hey no one is moving in here. I just want to have a friend, can you understand that?"
The dam broke and Cas began to cry, "Don't forget about me mom."
"Nothing could make me forget you baby. Not men or Angels, anyone or anything could do that. You are my number one guy always and forever. I am lucky I have my three boys to watch out for me. Its just that sometimes a woman has needs…"
"Gross mom, I don't want to hear about your lady sex stuff."
He rubbed his drippy nose on her shirt and wiped his bloodshot eyes, "Ok, you can be friends with him as long as he's a nice guy. If he's not you're going to get rid of him right?"
Angie looked down at the streak of snot across her shirt but figured nose nuggets and tears came with being a mom.
"Absolutely, if Brady turns out to be a jerk I'll kick his exceptionally nice butt right to the curb."
Cas gave her a wicked little smile, "He does have a nice butt. Not as nice as Deans though. Dean has a butt like two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream."
His mom pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, "Cas I don't need details."
He held out his hands in a cupping motion, "Seriously…just like this."
"I think you feel plenty good enough for school if you're thinking about boy butts. Go wash your face and go wait for the bus."
….
Before the boys left for the bus Dean slung an arm around Cas' shoulders, "I'll watch over you don't worry."
Cas jerked away, Dean had rejected his advances again this morning and he was feeling edgy and sexually frustrated. His hand was no substitute for Dean. Any sort of contact from him just made it worse.
"Geez Cas what got up your ass?"
He growled, "Nothing that's the problem."
…
After the last four days, going back to school was a letdown for Dean but for Cas going back made him feel like a normal sixteen year old kid.
For their new electives Cas took home economics and Dean took shop class. On the way to their respective classes Dean made sure no one was looking and then swatted Cas hard on the butt. He jokingly said, "Get in there and make me a pie wife."
Cas yelped then rubbed his sore cheek, "I don't bake pies for a husband that doesn't put out."
Dean whispered, "You know why I can't go there because you might get hurt again."
The bell rang, Dean stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked away, shoulders slumped feeling like Cas didn't understand. If Cas had remembered the pain and blood that Dean witnessed he wouldn't beg to get screwed.
Dean hoped that Dyani, Bobby's friend would shed some light on everything. He wanted to ask the woman in private if it was safe to have intercourse with Cas again. It was going to be a weird and awkward conversation but Dean had to know what was safe for both of them.
…
Sandy was Cas' partner and the two were supposed to each make a pie from scratch. Cas was actually pretty good at baking and cooking but Sandy's skills consisted of singing, dancing and looking cute. He was no domestic goddess and didn't care to be.
Still, the course gave Sandy opportunity to be near Cas. In a small place like Angel Falls the variety of like minded boys was pretty slim pickings and Cas was cute and talented. Sandy was majorly crushing on him and thought Dean Winchester was less than worthy to own Cas' heart.
He noticed his friend wasn't very enthusiastic that day. "What's wrong Cas, I know you stayed home sick yesterday. Are you feeling alright?"
Cas shrugged, "Personal stuff I can't talk about."
Sandy said with a bit too much hope in his voice, "Oh, problems with Dean?"
"I said it's personal." Cas pointed to Sandy's bowl of cherry filling, "worry about your own pie not mine."
…
Dean was busy painting a yellow brick road onto a backdrop for the play. It was tough to do and keep an eye on Cas who was playing Dorothy opposite the brainless Scarecrow Sandy.
The blonde was dancing a loose limbed dance about how great life would be if he only had a brain. Dean would have a lot of opportunities to razz him about that later.
Mrs. Bertram burst through the doors hustling her chunky little frame down the aisle and waving around a piece of paper, "Everyone I need your attention!"
All the teens gathered around the flushed and harried looking woman. Missy asked, "What's wrong Mrs. B?"
"Terrible news, The Wizard of Oz is cancelled. Someone told their parents that Cas was going to play Dorothy and the parents told principle Evens complaining about the lack of morals at Angel Falls High and something about cross dressing, burning in Hell…blah blah blah."
Cas slowly sunk to his knees and cried, "Nooooo, I want to wear ruby slippers and sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow!"
Mrs. Bertram rolled her eyes, "Cas, being a Drama Queen isn't going to change things. At this point we can't even swap out a girl to play the part."
Layla was pouting, she had just spent hours gluing sequins on a pair of red satin bridesmaid shoes for Cas, "This sucks, now what?"
Mrs. Bertram tried to look on the bright side, "The good news is Principle Evens has approved a talent show that's open to all of the students instead. It's better than nothing. Of course that's under the condition that his son Evan is the MC."
Cas hopped to his feet, looked up at the ceiling, raised his fists and cried, "Noooo, not Evan Evens!" He got the stink eye from Mrs. Bertram.
He grinned at her, "Sorry, I was just practicing being melodramatic."
Dean chimed in, "Trust me Cas, you don't need the practice."
…
That night after supper everyone had the apple pie Cas had made at school. Brady praised the pie saying it was the best he ever had.
Angie teased Brady over his apparent sweet tooth and they both had a laugh even though it wasn't especially funny.
Cas looked at Bobby and they both rolled their eyes at the same time. Bobby got up, stretched and yawned, "Well I'm heading over to the motel. Brady, are you coming?"
Angie answered for him, "Go on Bobby. I'll have breakfast for you both before you go back tomorrow."
Cas headed upstairs with Dean, Sam and Ollie following him.
….
Cas paced the floor of the brothers bedroom in his ruby slippers, "I can't believe she's letting that guy stay over, they haven't even gone out on a date."
Sam sat on the bed hugging Ollie while he watched the teenager show. It was even better than reality TV.
Dean grabbed Cas by the arm to stop his pacing, "Settle down, your mom is a big girl and she can handle herself. Do you want to sleep here with me for once, we can keep Sam company."
Sam flopped back on the bed and grabbed one of the books Angie had given them for Christmas, "I don't want to hear you guys smoochin' and talking about stupid crap like this. Mom needs a guy in her life and he seems better than dad or that creepy guy from the orchard."
Dean snorted, "That's not saying a whole lot, when the bar is set that low it's pretty easy to exceed someone's expectations."
…
Brady tilted Angie's face up and kissed her as his hand wandered down to her backside. He broke the kiss and noticed she looked a little wild eyed. "Um…do you want some wine and maybe talk a little…"
Angie popped the buttons on Brady's flannel shirt then tugged him by the belt. She ran her long nails lightly down his chest catching a nipple as she went. Angie was a well seasoned predator and Brady looked like a cornered ten point buck. That got her hotter than blazes.
Angie had Brady's jeans and underwear around his ankles in record time then stepped back and took a look at what she had to work with. "Wow you are absolutely delicious."
He felt himself blush, something Brady wasn't used to doing, "I feel like I'm in a butcher's meat case."
Angie purred, "Mmm, and there is a special on tube steak." She did a striptease as he watched transfixed by the statuesque blonde and before he knew it Brady was shoved flat on his back. He swore she was growling when she climbed aboard and impaled herself on his dick.
Brady reached up and cupped her perfect breasts giving them a squeeze, "Damn woman no hearts and flowers for you."
"We can talk about hearts and flowers later. Right now I'm taking you on a trip to Heaven."
….
Cas tried to sleep next to Dean in the twin bed but it was impossible. Dean's sleep boner was pressed against his ass and it was all Cas could think about. Worse Sam was sleeping in the other bed and the whole thing felt weird.
Frustrated, he got up and headed for the door.
Dean whispered, "Where are you going?"
"Goodnight Dean."
…
Cas had a pair of Deans boxers over his face sniffing as he jerked off. It was just like when Dean first moved in and there was a level of comfort in the musky scent of his underwear.
When Cas finished he cleaned up and turned his attention turned to all the model airships hung from his ceiling. Each time Cas completed one it had given the boy hope that someday his father would show up at the door and want to know his son. Now everything, the books, models and posters seemed ridiculous. It was like waking up to a lie every morning.
His mother said God was his father but Cas wasn't sure about that. He still felt an experiment and nothing more.
Cas worked the rest of the night taking down models and posters and packing up books. When it was done almost everything that made his room unique had been stripped and besides the disco light and large standing mirror there was nothing to show that James Castiel Novak lived there.
The room was boring; something Cas had never been a day in his life.
He got dressed and spent a long time hauling the boxes of his hope filled treasures to the end of the driveway for trash pick up the next morning.
When Cas was done he put on his ruby red slippers and went to bed. He tapped them together a few times then gave up and drifted off to sleep.
….
Sam and Dean watched from their bedroom window as Cas made trip after trip to the end of the driveway with boxes. When they were sure Cas was in for the night the brothers got dressed and walked to the pile stacked up.
They opened the boxes finding Cas' precious books, posters and models dumped inside. Sam was shocked and sad, "Dean he can't throw all his cool stuff away. We have to save it."
"I know Sammy; we can stash the stuff where he won't find it."
They spent the next several hours bringing it all back, repacking the items in plastic tubs so it would be safe and then hiding the containers of treasures in the basement so Cas wouldn't toss it all out again.
…
John Winchester was sitting in a jail cell in Quebec. He had screwed up and now needed to call in some favors to get his ass out of there. Short on cash and a credit card because of Dean, he was stuck until someone bailed him out.
Worse yet John was locked up with biker bunkmate. John avoided eye contact with the mountain of a man. The biker gave him a predatory smile, "You're a real handsome man. I think I'll call you…hmmm…Pussy. You can call me Big Daddy."
John banged on the door to their cell and yelled for a guard.
Big Daddy got up and grabbed John by the arm dragging him to the bunk.
By the end of the night Dean wouldn't be the only Winchester with daddy issues.
TBC
