Author's Note:

Seems not that many people like sticky pie sex huh? Lol

Sorry for the late update, lost my steam after that last one


Dean took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the Christmas gathering had been planned out, and since Jimmy Novak, Cas' father, was too busy to come the Novak children were invited to join the Winchesters. Dean was looking in the mirror, this was going to be an important day for him and Castiel, he was going to make sure of it. He was wearing his very best, hair done nicely, showered and shaved. He was ready.

"Dean!" Sam called up the stairs, leaning on the bannister that was decorated to the nines with Christmas decor. Mary loved Christmas time and she always went all out on the house, making sure John put up the lights outside and set up the crazy displays in the front yard. "Dean they're here!" Sam shouted again, a bit of a chuckle hidden in his voice.

Dean felt his mouth go dry and his stomach flip flop. Castiel was over for Christmas with their family, with his brothers of course but Cas was there. Dean wasn't even sure how that had happened, Sam asked his parents if the Novak's could come down since it'd just be the three of them otherwise, had somehow convinced John and Mary that it'd be beneficial to meet Michael. Michael was the big brother, he was the all-important one to meet because they'd already met Cas. As far as John and Mary were concerned, based on what Dean knew, Gabriel was the only one worth really checking out. His older brothers would be looked at and assumptions on their family would be made from that, but mostly it was just Gabriel.

But he was going to change that. Indefinitely he was going to change that, Castiel would be worth looking into, worth getting to know.

As Dean stood lost in thought in his bedroom he had totally missed the greetings downstairs. Castiel looked around, "Where's Dean?"

"Upstairs," Sam rolled his eyes, using his thumb to point toward Dean's room, "primping."

Cas smiled, "I'll get him." He gave Mary a hug quickly before bolting up the twelve steps. He walked over to Dean's door and peered inside the room, seeing Dean staring himself down in the mirror. "Are you winning?" He asked playfully, walking in with his hands clasped behind his back.

Dean's eyes darted to his boyfriend's face in the mirror before spinning around, "Cas?" He barely managed to say his name before Cas was in his arms, kissing his cheek. "You came up-"

"Yeah, you were taking too long. Sam said you were primping." Cas giggled and kissed him again, running his hands through his hair. They were all over each other for a few moments, neither paying much attention as the others downstairs conversed.

"Welcome to our home," Mary went to shake Michael's hand, she was a little surprised to see someone so sharply dressed accompanying Gabriel of all people. Of course, Cas and Gabe weren't slobs but Michael was in his own league. "My name's Mary."

"Michael," he smiled charmingly and shook her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sorry my father couldn't join us, he would have loved to meet the two of you."

John chuckled, "Right, I'm sure. I'm John." It was his turn to take Michael's hand, expecting a wimpy, dead fish kind of shake but it was very firm and steady. He nodded, impressed.

"Good to meet you, sir. I hope Gabriel has behaved himself when he visits Sam."

"Most of the time." Gabriel grinned, leaning up and kissing Sam's cheek, earning himself a light shove from his much taller partner. He chuckled and looked toward the kitchen, "I smell something awesome, can we eat yet? I'm starving!"

"We get to have lunch as soon as everyone's gathered, yes? I don't think Dean and Castiel will be coming down any time soon," Michael smirked and walked toward the stairs, glancing over at Mary and John, "I hope you don't mind?"

"Go right ahead." Mary smiled at him, "So you know about them?"

Michael paused and looked at her, "You do as well?"

"We all do," Sam laughed, "Dean just doesn't know it. So if he ever tells all of us at the same time act surprised."

"I don't have to, he and I have had a few conversations." Michael chuckled and continued up the stairs as silently as he could. It was incredible to see someone his size go so quietly, Mary was impressed.

Michael looked around when he reached the top of the stairs, he could hear the soft sounds of lips smacking and little gasps for air. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to Dean's door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. "You guys gonna make us wait much longer?"

Dean jumped a little and looked up from Cas' face to the smug look on Michael's. "Uh, yeah - I mean no. No we're coming."

The older Novak scoffed out a laugh before pulling away from the doorframe and heading back to the stairs. "Come on, Gabriel's getting ready to gnaw off his own leg."

"Maybe Sam's!" Gabriel shouted from downstairs followed by a profound slap and an 'ouch.'

Castiel smiled and headed after Michael, "Let's go Dean."

"Right." Dean smiled as he watched Cas disappear around down the stairs, it was nice to see Cas in his old house, in his old room which still had a lot of his old things in it. Staying at his parents' place for the holidays wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be, free food, familiar room with a ton of nostalgia nested in it, and now Cas was there. Granted he couldn't do anything with Cas just yet but he'd get to it.

Everyone was settled around the table, food served and all the formalities out of the way before they could dig in. Dean hadn't paid a whole lot of attention to Sam's relationship with Gabriel but he was glad to see it wasn't destructive in any way. Hell, it was kind of cute and that took a lot for Dean to even consider thinking. Christmas had never been so different, three new faces at the table and yet nothing seemed all that out of the ordinary. Sam was still more well-behaved than Dean, Dean still complained about wanting presents before washing the dishes, John ate too many desserts, and Mary forced one of the three guys to help her out.

Except this time as she tried to coax Sam, Dean, or John to help her out Michael raised his hand with a smile, "I'd be glad to help you."

"Oh, I couldn't ask a guest to-"

"Please, I insist." Michael rose from the table and helped her clean the mess everyone had collectively made, gathering the dishes and bringing them to the sink. The other five looked at one another and migrated toward the living room.

Dean dropped onto the couch, Castiel taking the seat right next to him and leaving the other part of the couch open. Sam and Gabriel sat on the chairs they carried from the dining room and John claimed his usual armchair. They sat quietly for a moment before John looked at Gabriel and Castiel, "So what do you two do?"

"I run a café-bar at the university," Gabriel sounded excited about it, leaning forward to try and explain it to John, "During the day it's a café, after the usual closing hour we flip some things over and ta-da! Drinks are served."

"What made you want to do that?" John raised an eyebrow, not sure he understood the concept of two different types of beverage places in one.

"Well all three of us were forced to get business degrees and I had the idea for this place a while back, working with cameras didn't turn out to be my kind of thing so hey why not right? I'd say it was a worthwhile investment, I enjoy going to work."

John nodded with a smile, "Enjoying your work is very important. Castiel, what do you do?"

"I work for Gabriel one night a week, which I've been very grateful for. He lets me sing on stage during the bar hours. Other than that I volunteer wherever I can, like at the animal shelter, the zoo, the community center, and wherever people need me." Cas explained it so easily Dean had to wonder if he'd practiced it over and over in his head.

John however didn't seem to buy it, or at least one part of it confused him. "How do you pay your bills with one night of work a week?"

"Oh," Cas looked over at Gabriel, Sam, and then Dean before looking back at John, "I'm sorry I thought someone had told you; our family is very wealthy, I don't really need to work."

"Oh." John repeated the word because it was the only one that came to mind. "So… what does your father do exactly?"

"He owns an oil and gas company."

John looked a little more confused at the concept being handed to him, "So why wouldn't you want to work for your father's company? Or even become the next owner of it?"

"Because that's not what we were made for." Castiel's tone lacked any form of humour as he addressed the question, eyes focused and stern. "None of us were."

"Your brother seemed to step up to the plate, firstborn's duty to carry on the torch and all that." John motioned toward the kitchen where Michael stood washing the dishes, Mary drying and putting them away.

"He didn't do it without a threat or two." Gabriel admitted quietly.

"What do you mean?" Cas looked at him, eyes narrowing a little as he fixed his gaze on his younger brother. "Michael just gave in, he had that stupid meeting in dad's office and gave in. I remember that day, I asked him how he told dad off and he said he didn't. He put his bike in the garage for good, and that was that. What do you know that I don't?"

"Well the meeting wasn't exactly quiet and I got curious, so I listened in."


"You're going to do it and that's final, Michael."

"I'd sooner jump off a bridge." Michael snapped right back at his father, enough conviction and determination in his voice to give Gabriel goose bumps. If anyone could put their dad in his place it was Michael, there was just something about the way that he carried and presented himself that held a certain power of people. Not to mention the attitude that came with it.

"I know you won't do that, Michael, stop being so dramatic. This company needs good leadership and a Novak has always been the one in charge." James tried to explain calmly though Michael's hands slamming down onto the table startled him a little.

"First off, stop using my name in your sentences. I know it's a power trick and you don't intimidate me. Secondly you'll have to crush me through a meat grinder to bend me the way you want, I'm not doing it and that's final!"

"You're the oldest! Now do as you're told!" James rose from his chair, slamming his hands into his desk just like Michael had except much louder. It thundered down the hall where Gabriel was perched, peering into the office through a crack in the door. He grinned to himself as he watched, Michael hadn't flinched, not even a little.

"Blow it out your ass, dad, I'm going to live my life the way I want to." He turned on his heels and headed for the door, great posture, shoulders back and head held high.

"That's it then, is it?"

"It is."

James sighed and sat down again, "Well I suppose there's no helping it. Could you send Castiel in then?"

Michael wanted to say 'fuck you,' it was written all over his face but he couldn't. "What… do you want Cas for?" He stopped and turned back, eyes narrowing slowly.

"I told you a Novak has always owned this company. I can't force you to do it, so I'll ask Castiel, I'm sure he'll say yes."

Michael's entire body shook, he slowly turned his head back toward the door as he sorted out his thoughts. Gabriel watched his face, the horrified disgust mixing with rage as Michael thought through his next move. It was awful to see him struggle like that, to fight with his own head even for those few seconds that it took for Michael to decide.

"Fine." He growled through clenched teeth, his entire body tense and trembling.

"What was that?" James looked over with a smile coming to his lips.

"I said I'll do it."

"I'm glad you could come around, Michael!" The amount of joy in his voice was extremely fake but loud. "We'll get your training started tomorrow morning, remember to-"

Michael slammed the door of the office shut behind him, not wanting to hear another word of that bullshit. He was about to storm down the hall, his expression a mixture of fury and frustration, but he saw Gabriel slowly getting up from his eavesdropping position.

"Mike?" Gabriel didn't know what to say, what to think, or what to do. He just stood and watched the tears well up in Michael's eyes before his big brother turned away and hurried down the hall.


Cas stared at Gabriel for a few seconds, studying his face for some kind of indication that he was joking or something. "You're serious?"

"Yeah." Gabriel furrowed his brow, "I've never seen him like that before or since. When Michael does something he's good at it, so when he got into the business he blew people away, it was hard to tell whether or not he did it on purpose."

Dean sat quietly for a few seconds, glancing over at Cas who clearly had no idea how to stomach the information he'd just gotten. It was weird to know just how much he'd misjudged Michael, the first time he heard the guy's name he'd had the completely wrong impression. It was enough to make Dean feel bad about it, then again he figured that Michael would find it extremely strange to be apologized to. He was going to try making a joke but he saw a familiar wetness in Castiel's eyes. "Cas?" Dean reached over and touched his shoulder gently, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Cas rubbed at his face a few times, "Excuse me." He stood up and hurried out, straight to the kitchen. He went up behind Michael and wrapped his arms around him, face buried in the soft fabric of his suit jacket.

Michael stopped what he was doing immediately and looked down at the arms around him. He could tell by the way he was being hugged that it was Castiel but it was good to double check by looking at what he was wearing. "Cas? What's wrong?"

"Thank you." Cas inhaled shakily, squeezing his older brother as tightly as he could, "Thank you for everything."

Michael smiled and touched Cas' hands, loosening his grip enough to turn around and hug him back. "You're welcome, and I'd do it all again in a heartbeat." He gave a quick peck on Cas' cheek and mussed up his hair. "You're okay."

Cas wiped his eyes and nodded. "Sorry."

Mary smiled and nudged Michael, "We're just about done, let me finish the last few up, you go sit down."

"Are you sure?" Michael looked at her, a concerned crease forming on his forehead. "I don't mind, I can stay-"

"Get over there and sit with your brother, young man. Don't make me ask twice." Mary waggled her finger at him in mock scolding.

"Yes ma'am." Michael chuckled and walked to the living room with Castiel at his side. He sat down in the previously empty spot on the couch, looking over to John appreciatively, "Thanks again for letting us stay, you have a lovely home and a great family."

"We're glad to have you over, what with new family ties and all." John nodded toward Sam who tried to shrug it off.

"We've only been dating for a few months, dad. Not that big of a deal."

"Uh… speaking of…" Dean looked over at Mary who had walked into the living room, wiping her hands dry on the front of her jeans, then around the room at the other faces. "Can I say something?" All eyes were on him some curious, some far more intense. He motioned for Cas to stand up, the look on his boyfriend's face was difficult to describe, surprise, fear, excitement, joy, a whole bunch of things mixed into one expression. "Cas… Castiel and I have… have been going out since February." He felt how dry his mouth was but pushed past it, ignoring the leaping and fluttering in his chest. "It's serious, so I wanted you all to know him that way."

Cas' hands were up on his mouth as his eyes watered all over again, "Dean?"

Michael stood up and started to applaud, a smile on his face like none Dean had ever seen him wear. "Congratulations, the both of you."

Mary smiled and went to hug Cas, "Welcome to the family, Castiel." She kissed his cheek and gave him a gentle squeeze.

Cas tried so hard not to cry again but he couldn't help it, he returned the kiss to her cheek and looked over at Dean, entirely unable to stop himself. "Thank you." He could barely breathe out the words, going to Dean's open arms and clinging to him, crying against his shoulder. "Thank you, Dean."

"You're welcome," Dean whispered, still a little shaky but standing tall. He thought he'd pass out or something, sure his head was feeling like a hot-air balloon but hey, that didn't mean anything right? He kept telling himself that, even as his vision blurred and the voices he heard grew slightly frantic as they faded away.

"Oh my god what happened!?" Cas panicked as he slowly lied Dean down, "He fainted!"

"Got to be a little too much for him," Gabriel snickered, "Oh well, he'll just have to open his presents later-"

Sam smacked him again, "No, we do it together, no one gets left out."

John chuckled and looked at Mary, "Never saw this one coming, I'll tell you that much."

Mary sighed and helped lie Dean down on the couch, "I'll go get a damp cloth for his forehead."

Cas sat at Dean's side fretting while Michael tried to assure him it was nothing, Sam scolded Gabriel in the corner for trying to sneak open a present, and John rested in his chair watching all the fun like he did every Christmas. It was an excellent holiday, which Dean soon figured out as he woke several minutes later. No one treated him any differently there, mostly because they'd all known before hand, but he didn't know that. Nor did anyone bother to tell him.