"Cas?" Dean asked wearily. "Are you okay?"

Cas was still sitting there in a state of shock. Dean was fairly sure that the other boy hadn't blinked even once in the last three minutes.

"Cas, you know how much it freaks me out when you go all unresponsive like this," Dean tried again.

Cas blinked, then his eyes suddenly refocused on Dean's face.

"Sorry." He simply replied.

"You just found out that your dad escaped prison, you should not be apologizing," Dean told him.

"Sorry."

The extra layer of seriousness in Castiel's voice kept Dean from making a stupid joke about him being sorry for being sorry. Clearly Cas was not okay, and Dean had no idea what to say.

Evidently John and Sam didn't either, since they just awkwardly stood there; Sam with his jaw halfway to the floor.

After several incredibly awkward minutes, John finally asked, "Anyone want breakfast?"

The three boys instantly jumped on the idea of a distraction.


Five minutes later John, Sam, Cas, and Dean all sat at the kitchen table, staring down at their untouched bowls of cereal. The only sound was Dean's spoon clicking against the inside of his bowl as he stirred his Fruit Loops back and forth, over and over again.

"This is complete crap," Sam said, suddenly unable to hold his thoughts back. John shot him a look, but Sam continued on. "I mean the guy beats the shit out of Cas, multiple times-" Cas shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "and tries to kill Dean-" now it was Dean's turn to shift, "and they just let him escape? And then they tell us not to worry, that they're watching the house. Because they did such a good job of watching him when he was in prison! If he wants to kill Dean, then I'm sure that he'll figure out where we live. And we're supposed to trust them to stop him, because they've been so damn reliable already."

"Sam," John said, glaring at his son.

"What?" Sam asked. "We were all thinking it! I just figured that someone should throw it out there."

"Saying it isn't helping anything," John argued.

"Because sitting here in silence is so much better!" Dean said sarcastically. "If we don't mention the guy who wants to kill me, then maybe he'll just go away. Smart, Dad."

"That's not what I was saying, Dean," John said angrily.

Cas slinked away up the stairs to avoid the argument.

"Dean-" Sam said in a suddenly much quieter and calmer voice.

"What?" Dean asked, temporarily pausing his argument with his father.

"Cas," Sam responded simply.

"Where'd he go?" Dean asked, looking around as if Cas must still be in the room somewhere.

Sam pointed to the stairs and Dean took off.


Dean entered his room to find Cas sitting on the floor with an open binder and textbook.

"Cas?" Dean asked gently.

"Yeah," Cas said, his head flicking temporarily up from his work.

"You okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Cas asked with a puzzled head tilt.

Dean wanted to say, 'Gee, I don't know.. Maybe because your jackass dad broke out of prison and is probably coming after us with the intent of killing me. And possibly because you just ran out of the kitchen to avoid all of our stupid fighting.', but thought better than to rub the problems in.

"Whatcha doing?" Dean asked, sitting down beside him.

"Drawing a pony," Cas said sarcastically. "Please don't treat me like a child. I'm just trying to get this stupid homework done before we have to go back to school tomorrow."

"Sorry," Dean muttered. "That's probably a good idea."

Dean grabbed his own homework and began to work alongside his boyfriend. This seemed like as good of a distraction as any.

The two boys worked for hours, but finally managed to complete all of their assignments. Once they were done, Cas had to go back to his foster-home.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Dean said, kissing Cas good-bye.


That night Castiel tossed and turned for hours. His mind would not get off of his stupid father. Cas wished that he had Dean there to comfort or distract him, but knew that he was on his own now. Or so he thought.

Meanwhile a dark figure crept past his window, concealed by the shadow of a large pine tree.

Cas's father, Luther, snuck over to the next window and peeked in.

Through the dim illumination of a butterfly night-light, he could just make out the shape of a bunk bed that was containing two different child-shaped lumps.

He frowned, then moved onto the next window, where he found a room with another butterfly night-light. This room had only one bed, where a lump laid underneath a pink comforter.

Luther snooped around the outside of the house for a few more minutes, then crept silently down the street, undetected.


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