Chapter 6

Sam got in from school; it was odd that Deans impala was already parked up, Dean never beat him home. He opened the door,
"Hello?" he called out, there was a bang and clatter from upstairs, then hushed voices, two of them. Sam grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, just like Dean had told him to do. Then he hid. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs, then Deans Voice calling out, from upstairs
"Sammy! Sam!" Dean was still upstairs, someone else was downstairs. This someone was passing by Sammy's hiding spot.

Sam jumped the person, pinning him against the wall, knife to his throat. Sam was shocked. It was a boy about Deans age, messy brown hair and blue eyes wide with fear,
"HEY, HEY, HEY! FRIEND IF DEANS! I'M A FRIEND OF DEAN!" Cas yelped, hands in the air; just at that moment Dean jogged down the stairs,
"Shit! Sammy what the hell? Stop, let Cas go!" Dean shouted, grabbing the knife off Sam and away from Cas' throat "Sammy, this is Castiel, Cas, this is Sam" Dean said, watching as Sam wearily moved away and Cas straightened out his clothes. Cas cleared his throat and extended his hand to Sam who took it.
"Sorry. No one responded when I called and I could hear Dean upstairs and you were down here, I just did what Dean had told me," Sam babbled apologetically
"It's okay, uh, we were upstairs when you came in, and then I fell off the bed and knocked over a glass and Dean wasn't able to move very quickly so he told me to come down and check on you and the all of sudden I was pinned to the wall with a knife to my throat," Cas explained
"Why…were you…on Deans bed…?" Sam asked, confused, Cas and Dean glanced at each other, "And why does Deans face looked like it's gone through a blender? And, no offense, but you don't look much better… Cas" Sam was so young and innocent
"Uhh… you know Sammy… it's complicated, you remember Alastair and Azazel? Yeah, not really in their good books right now, either of us…" Dean said, glancing at Cas, who gave him a nod indicating that he wanted to speak with him, Cas and Dean moved away from Sam who went to get squash,
"What?"
"You let Azazel and Alastair near Sam?"
"What? Do you think I'm insane? Sammy's just heard me talking about them, god Cas, I'm not that stupid!"
"I didn't mean that, I just meant that"
"I know what you meant Cas," Dean said gently suddenly breaking out in a coughing fit, Sam stood alarmed as Cas had to help Dean to the table to sit down before getting him a glass of water.
"You okay Dean?" Sam asked, scared that something was wrong
"Yeah, just peachy mate" Dean gave Sam a small smile "guess it's a good thing that Dad isn't going to be home tonight."

The Winchesters father hadn't returned home, Cas' parents were hardly going to miss him so he had been invited to stay for tea.

"Help me clear that table Cas?" Sammy asked, they had just finished their macaroni cheese that all three had helped prepare; well, Sam and Cas had made it under Deans instructions. Once done Cas helped Dean walk to the living room whilst Sammy darted a head to choose a film for them to watch. Things between Cas and Dean were still a little off but they were trying to work around it, if anything because they needed to unite against Alastair and both felt as if they owed the other one a debt of some kind.

1 hour and 44 minutes later Sam was lying in front of the couch, fast asleep.
"So, did you enjoy the film?" Dean asked, his small talk skills low.
"Yeah, Jumanji is a good film, funny, you know" Cas' small talk no better
"Yeah, I would of shown you Twelve monkeys or Ghost on the shell or something, but you know… cuz Sammy's only 12, have to censor stuff you know" Dean said, trying to sound as manly as possibly, Cas laughed at this rather failing attempt,
"Anyway, we'd better get Sammy here to bed,"
"It's not that late!"
"Dude, it's 9:15, and he's 12 with school in the morning"
"Fine, fine! What do I know about kids!" Cas said, raising his hands defensively. They got to their feet, Sammy was out for the count and Dean was still struggling to walk, so Cas had to carry Sammy up to his room and tuck him in to bed before re-joining Dean downstairs, he had made his way to the kitchen and was searching through one of the cupboards, Cas took a seat at the table "huh, Sam didn't even wake up when I put him in his bed, and I was just meant to throw his duvet over him right?"
"Yeah, that's generally what tucking someone on means, you know"
"yeah… my parents were never really into that kind of thing"
"oh, right, and I take it there's no baby Novak?"
"Ha! No, my parents couldn't stand each other before I was born! They were together for three weeks before my mum got pregnant; they married because that's apparently the right thing to do, but they never got along after that, and divorce was never an option because of family disapproval and all that," Dean stood up, victorious from his hunt in the cupboard, two ciders and half a bottle of whiskey, "um Dean…"
"Cas,"
"maybe that's not the best idea…"
"Cas, c'mon dude, everything aches, c'mon please, don't make a guy drink alone!"
"Fine!" Cas gave in and accepted the bottle of cider and grabbed the bottle opener off the table top.

20 minutes later they had nearly finished the cider,
"So… Dean, where is your dad?" Cas asked, the vaguest hint of a slur tinting his speak
"Who knows, who cares" Dean replied, shrugging the question off, "He's been a bit of a deadbeat, ever since mum died, poor Sammy never even got to know her, he was only a baby, and she was the picture perfect mother, cutting crusts off your sandwiches, reading you bed time stories before tucking you in for the night,"
"How old were you when she…"
"Four, I only remember bits and pieces, buts it's enough." Dean said matter of factly, downing the last of his cider. They lulled into an easy silence as they finished the ciders; then Dean twisted off the lid of the whiskey
"Dean" Cas said in an unsure tone
"Cas, don't worry, my dad will never be able to tell if any is gone, you know why this stuff is a goldeny kinda colour?" Dean asked as he took a swig from the bottle as Cas shook his head "it's because it's liquid gold, will help you forget all your worries!" Dean laughed as he offered the bottle to Cas who took it, still unsure, he took a swig and began to cough "oh yeah! I forgot to mention that it's a bit strong!" Dean laughed as he hit Cas on the back "you okay buddy?"
"Yeah… wow that's… that's not half bad actually!" Cas concluded as he took another swig, managing not to cough this time.