So, I just want to... warn? folks. There's some choice phrases that I had a really hard time writing... so... tread carefully... and go with Godstiel or something.
"What do you mean you haven't told them?"
Dean looked up at his oversized younger brother, frowning slightly in confusion. "I'm not sure how you don't understand what that means…"
"Don't you think you should tell them that you're dating a guy? I mean, this is a little bit of a surprise… even for you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't think it should matter if Cas is a guy or a girl. As long as he's not a dog or a child, what does it matter? He makes me happy. That's what they – as parents – should focus on: Dean's happiness."
Sam shook his head at his brother. "And what are you going to do if they don't like the fact that he's a guy?"
Dean shrugged, moving around some paperwork on his desk. "Eh, you win some, you lose some. Doesn't change the fact that I'm in love with Cas. What would you have done if Mom and Dad didn't like Jess?"
Sam understood. Sam loved Jess with everything he had. If his parents would've disliked his girlfriend, then they just would have had to deal with it. "Still think you should've said something…"
Dean shrugged. "Hind sight and all that. Look, I need your help. Cas is kind of freaking out about the whole situation. I don't know why – "
"Dean, this is a big step in your relationship. He's meeting your parents."
"So, when it comes time to meet his family and I'm not nervous…?"
"That just means you're weird."
Dean shrugged. "Fair enough. Anyway, back to the reason I asked you to stop by. I need you and Jess to come over before we head out to Mom and Dad's. Maybe have some drinks, calm him down?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, of course."
"Good. Thanks," Dean said with a sigh.
"How are you doing, Dean?"
Dean looked up at his brother. Dean wanted to tell him that he was a little nervous, too. Okay, a lot nervous, but honestly, what good would that do anyone? Cas was more nervous than he was and he'd rather everyone try and calm him down. Dean could handle whatever was going to be thrown at him. It's not like it was the first time his parents – more importantly, his father – would be disappointed in him. Leaving to go be a roadie for Metallica wasn't some life goal of his. He needed to get away. He wanted to live his life like he wanted to, not as Sam's protector and John's protégé. Even if he did become a mechanic, he did it on his terms. Not blindly following his dad's orders and working for the family business.
"Fine."
Sam knew that was a lie, but his brother was never one to talk about his feelings. "Dean, no matter what happens tonight, Jess and I are – "
"I know," Dean said. He didn't want to get into it. He knew he had Sam's support. He knew that no matter what, Sam and Jess were always going to be there for him and Cas.
Sam nodded. "We'll be over around five."
"Thanks," Dean told him again.
Sam left, saying bye to Charlie on his way out. "Bye, Moose!" Charlie said back.
Dean chuckled softly and shook his head. He took a deep breath as he looked at the paperwork and shook his head. "This shit can wait…"
Dean shut his laptop and walked out. "I'm cutting out early, Charlie."
Charlie smiled up at Dean sweetly. "Good luck tonight."
"I'm going to need it," he said as he waved to her.
^O^
When Dean got home, he called out to Cas. "I'm in here!" he hollered, but it sounded muffled.
Dean frowned and walked towards the bedroom. He found Cas standing in front of the closet, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. On the bed were about five different button downs, four ties, and two vests. Dean looked back at Cas to find him pulling another shirt off the hanger.
"Whatcha doing?" Dean asked, trying to assess the situation before he made any comments.
"I'm trying to find something to wear, obviously," Cas replied.
Dean walked up behind Cas and laid his hands on his hips and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Do you want some help?" Dean asked gently, hoping to ease Cas' mind.
Cas sighed and turned around in Dean's arms. He looked up at the slightly taller man. "Why are you so calm?"
"Because you're not. What good would two nervous wrecks do?"
"So you are nervous?" Cas asked, hoping he wasn't the only one.
Dean nodded, shrugging slightly as he stepped away from Cas to look at the clothes he'd tossed on their bed. "Yeah," he said dismissively.
"Dean…"
Dean looked over his shoulder at Cas. "What?"
"I really need you to freak out with me right now."
Dean smirked at Cas. He walked back over to him and cupped his face. "Cas, baby, I don't know what you're so nervous about. I get being a little nervous, but not this nervous."
"I've told you why I'm nervous…"
"And I've told you that if tonight ends badly it will not put any stress on this relationship. Cas, I love you. Do you understand that? I don't say that lightly. No matter the outcome of tonight, you and me, we're together. In the morning, we're going to fix breakfast and you're going to do your homework while I tune up the Impala and then I say we go out and see a movie… or maybe see what's on Netflix," he said grinning slyly, giving Cas a pointed look that told him they could see what was on Netflix, but he doubted much movie watching would be done.
Cas smiled at Dean. "Thanks," he said softly.
Dean leaned forward and kissed Cas. "For what?"
"For calming me down."
"It's only going to last for a moment," Dean poked fun. He can't remember how many times he's had this conversation with Cas since he'd been back from Florida. Too many, he knew that for a fact. "Sam and Jess are going to come over before we all head out to Mom and Dad's."
"Oh, okay," Cas said nervously.
"And it's gone."
Cas sighed. "Sorry," he said as he turned back to the closet.
Dean wrapped his arms around the half-naked man standing in front of him. "I think you should wear your dark blue shirt and black vest with that little white pocket thing."
"It's a pocket square, Dean."
"You'll wear it for me? I love it when you wear blue."
Cas smiled. "Okay," he said softly.
Dean kissed the back of Cas' neck. "Awesome. I'm going to go get a shower so I can be dressed before they show up," Dean told Cas, smacking his ass playfully before heading into the bathroom.
^O^
Drinks with Sam and Jess helped Cas a little. The four of them sat out in the back yard and had a couple of beers, laughing and talking about Sam and Dean's childhood. Cas decided that this was going to happen on a regular basis and Jess was in full agreement. They made plans to hang out next weekend with Dean cooking for everyone.
But that happy moment seemed like it happened years ago as they pulled up into Mary and John Winchester's driveway. Dean cut off the Impala and looked over at Cas. "You ready?"
Cas' bitchface made Dean laugh, but he took Cas' hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Come on, Cas. It's now or never."
"Never is okay with me."
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled his boyfriend out of the car behind him. Sam and Jess were waiting for them at the edge of the garage. Jess gave Cas' hand a squeeze as they walked towards the front door. Cas smiled at her as Sam opened the door.
"We're here!" he called out.
Cas heard a woman's voice – Mary Winchester's. "Oh, great! You guys have perfect timing!"
Cas looked over at Dean, who winked at him as they walked in the door. Dean hadn't let go of Cas' hand, as a matter of fact, the vice grip Dean had around his hand made Cas think Dean thought he was a flight risk. "Come on in," Mary told them, walking out of the kitchen. "John is out back about to take the food off the grill. Bobby, Benny, and Andrea are on their way."
Mary locked eyes with Cas. She quickly looked down at Dean holding Cas' hand, then up at her son's wide green eyes. Dean smiled at his mother. "Mom, this is Cas. Cas, this is my mom, Mary."
Cas swallowed hard and stuck out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Cas said, in a shaky voice as he smiled kindly to the shorter blonde woman.
Mary hesitated for a second. She had to process everything, remembering conversations she had with her son and realizing he'd never used a pronoun when talking about his Cas. "You – you're Cas?" she asked bluntly.
Cas' smile faded as he nodded his head, lowering his hand back down by his side. Dean waited for his mom to say something, do something. She definitely wasn't expecting Dean to bring home a guy. She remembered all the happy things Dean had talked about, though; how much he really liked Cas and how happy he finally was.
Mary stepped forward and hugged Cas. "It's really nice to meet you, Cas. I'm sorry my son put us on the spot like that. Manners are something Dean didn't absorb as a child," she said as she pulled away from Cas and hit Dean on the arm.
"Ouch!"
"You deserve worse," she told him with narrowed eyes. She took Cas' hand and lead them into the kitchen. "Come on in here. I need help taking all this stuff out. I've smelled John cooking for the past hour and I'm starving."
Cas smiled brightly at the quick acceptance from Mary. He looked up at Dean to find him smiling just as brightly as him. There was no way John wouldn't be just as accepting if his wife took to him so quickly. Cas relaxed. Everything was going to be okay.
"Okay, if everyone can grab something to bring outside, we can eat," Mary said excitedly.
Dean, Sam, and Jess cheered. Apparently, John's cooking was very good. Cas couldn't wait. Everyone loaded themselves down with trays of side dishes and desserts. "I'll grab the pie," Dean said.
"Oh no, you don't," Cas insisted as he grabbed the pie before Dean. "If you get it, we'll never get it back."
Mary laughed at Cas. "Smart and attractive," Mary said, giving Cas a cute little wink. "Looks like both of my sons hit the jackpot," she said, nudging Jess.
Everyone laughed, but Dean, who was standing there with eyes narrowed and lips pursed as he looked at Cas. "I'm still going to get that pie."
"Alright, alright. Let's go. I'm hungry," Mary said, shooing everyone out of the kitchen.
John greeted everyone with a loud, booming, "Hey!" as they walked outside. He was expecting to see his sons and Jess and another girl, but instead there was a guy and for a moment he was confused. "Cas couldn't make it?" John asked. "I was really looking forward to meeting her. Mary said all you could talk about was how great she was," he said as he closed the grill, grabbing his mixed drink and large plate of barbequed meat and bringing them over to the large picnic table everyone was crowding around.
Cas blushed as he looked at Dean. Dean cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Actually, Dad, this is Cas."
John frowned at his son. He looked at Cas and Cas stuck his hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Cas said with a big smile on his face.
"You're joking right?" John asked Dean.
Cas retracted his hand as he looked at Dean. Everything was not okay. Dean clenched his jaw. "No, I'm not. This is Cas."
John scoffed. "Yeah, right. My son isn't a faggot," John said, waving his hand dismissively. "It's nice to meet you, son. What's your name? You working at Dean's shop?" he asked as he grabbed one of the paper plates at the end of the table. No one else moved to start fixing their food.
Dean's hand curled into a fist. Sam was about to intervene when Cas spoke up. "My name is Castiel Novak and I'm your son's boyfriend."
John looked at Dean. "And when did this happen, huh? You just all of the sudden are gay? Dean, when are you going to stop fucking around and start taking things seriously? Leading this kid on – "
"John – " Mary tried to interrupt.
"I'm not leading anyone on," Dean said interrupting his mother. "I'm in love with Cas."
"No, you aren't. You're doing this because this is what you do. I thought you'd grown out of this bullshit."
"This isn't bullshit, Dad," Sam said.
"Sammy, stay out of this."
"No, I'm not going to stay out of this. Cas is my friend and Dean is my brother and I'm not going to let you belittle what they have."
"What they have is a fucking joke!" John said.
Dean grabbed Cas' hand. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
"John, that's enough!" Mary hollered at him.
Dean turned to the door and found his Uncle Bobby, Benny, and Andrea standing there watching the entire thing. "Looks like the party started without us," Bobby said.
John took a drink of his whiskey and coke. "Dean's a faggot!" John told him.
"John!" Mary hollered at him again.
"I'm just telling Bobby what he missed," John said, chuckling. "Apparently, that's his boyfriend," he said, pointing to Cas.
Everyone was extremely uncomfortable. Dean's grip tightened around Cas' hand. "Come on," he said softly, pressing his hand against his back and pushing him towards the door gently.
"We're right behind you, Dean," Jess said, grabbing Sam's hand and pulling him behind her.
"Hold on. Where are you two going?"
"You think we're going to want to eat dinner with you after that?" Sam asked.
Benny stopped the four of them at the door. "Wait a second. What exactly did we miss?" he asked in his normal deep southern drawl. "You're Cas?"
"Yes," Cas said simply, waiting for more bashing from the rest of Dean's family.
Benny frowned, bemused. "So, what am I missing here?"
"What you're missing is Dean's usual shit. Look, I'm not going to sit around and watch as you ruin your life, Dean. Come back when you get your head out of your ass! Until then, I don't want to see you around here."
"You take back what you just said, John Winchester, or so help you God…" Mary threatened.
"No, that's fine, Mom," Dean told him. "I don't care what the sonofabitch thinks."
Dean pushed Cas past Benny, through the back door, and into the kitchen. He took the lead and pulled Cas behind him, listening as his mother started hollering at his father. As soon as they were in the driveway, Jess wrapped her arms around Cas' neck. "I'm so sorry, Cas."
Cas shook his head. "It's okay, Jess."
It wasn't. It was far from okay, but he didn't want to break down in front of Jess or anyone for that matter. He got hell from his own parents when he came out. They eventually accepted him, but it took them a little time. He just hated that he was stupid enough to get his hopes up after Mary had been so accepting.
"We'll talk to you guys later," Dean told them. He gave them a small smile, hoping that was enough to show his appreciation for standing up for them. He'd thank them later, when he wasn't so angry that he could punch a hole through a brick wall.
Dean opened the driver's side door for Cas to slide in. He got in after him and started the car. He threw the car in reverse and peeled out of the driveway and then down the street. He was fuming silently. When Cas laid his hand on his leg. Dean looked over at him to find Cas looking at him.
Dean laid his hand on top of Cas'. "Talk to me," Cas said.
"I'm not sure what to say. I'm sorry my dad is the biggest asshole on the face of the planet. I'm sorry I put you through that. I should've fucking known better. He's always been… hard on me."
"Why?"
"Did you notice that spot in the backyard? That big circle of different colored grass?"
"I did."
"We had a pool when we were kids. I was about ten and Sammy was five. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen making dinner while we were outside playing in the pool. We were tossing a ball around and Sam threw it out of the pool. I got out to go get it and wash it off because Dad would lose his shit if we got grass and dirt in the pool. I didn't hear Sammy fall off his raft. By the time I got back to the pool, Sammy was floating face down in the water. I started screaming bloody murder. Mom and Dad came running out of the house and Dad was hollering at me as Mom started giving Sam CPR. Mom started screaming at him to call 911," Dean said, shaking his head as he relived the memory as if it happened yesterday. "Ever since then Dad treated me different. I never tried hard enough or did well enough in anything. It was always "Play harder!" or "Study harder!" But with Sam… Sam was a golden child that could do no wrong," Dean said, scoffing.
Cas scooted closer to Dean. "You were a kid."
"I was supposed to be watching my brother."
"Dean…"
Dean just shook his head, staring at the road as it passed underneath the Impala. Cas leaned his head on Dean's shoulder and Dean kissed the top of his head before leaning against it. The ride was quiet after that until they got home. When they walked in, Dean tossed his keys in the basket on the table by the door and walked into their bedroom. Cas followed him. He wanted to get out of his clothes and lay in the tub for a while, maybe with a strong drink in his hand. Cas walked in on Dean taking his plaid over shirt off, tossing it in the hamper. He kicked off his shoes and just stood there for a moment. Dean was so angry and disappointed and just so many other fucking emotions that he didn't know what to do with himself. Cas walked up behind him and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, running his hands around him, pulling him back against him.
Dean needed Cas.
He turned around and kissed Cas softly for a moment before pulling away. He started wordlessly unbuttoning his vest and then the blue button down Cas wore for him. Cas ran his hands under Dean's shirt, caressing his lower back as he worked. Dean ran his hands under the shirt, pushing it and the vest off Cas at the same time. He ran his hands over Cas' chest before looking up at Cas' face.
"Cas," he whispered. "I need you," he told him.
"I'm right here."
Dean shook his head. "No, I need you," he said again. "I need you to drive this time."
Cas simply nodded his head, crashing his lips against Dean's. Dean needed to lose control right now. He needed to let go and let someone else handle things for once. Cas could do that. Cas would always be the thing Dean needed. Cas was strong enough to take care of him. He knew he could relinquish control to Cas and everything would be okay.
Cas pulled away and slowly pulled Dean's shirt off over his head. He pulled Dean against him, kissing him under his ear. "I love you, Dean Winchester."
"I love you, too," he sighed against Cas' ear.
Cas trailed slow kisses down Dean's neck and along his collarbone. He pulled back and kissed his lips for a moment before unbuttoning Dean's jeans. He pushed them down and off, along with his boxer briefs and socks. Cas kissed Dean's inner thighs, working his way up to Dean's cock. Cas sucked on his balls as he fisted Dean's cock, getting him a little harder before Cas wrapped his mouth around it.
Dean closed his eyes and let himself focus on the feel of Cas' touch. Cas ran his hands up and down Dean's thighs, reaching around to palm his ass. He reached up and grabbed his hips, using them to push and pull Dean in and out of his mouth, silently telling Dean to fuck him.
Dean did as Cas wanted for a moment before he ran his hand through Cas' hair, gripping it at the back as he pushed himself as far down Cas' throat as he could go. When Dean pulled back, Cas got to his feet. He kissed Dean for a moment before telling, "Get on the bed."
Dean did as told. Cas walked over to stand by the edge, unbuttoning his button fly jeans. Dean stopped him halfway to do it for him. Dean pressed his face against Cas' stomach, kissing him a few times before sighing against Cas' skin. Cas held Dean for a moment, before Dean pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. Cas moved back and kicked them off, pulling his socks off with them.
Cas pushed Dean back, making him lay down. "But – " Dean tried to protest, but Cas got on the bed and placed his finger on his lips.
"Shh," he said. "This is about you, Dean."
Dean gave Cas a small smile. Cas kissed him for a moment before grabbing the lube out of the nightstand drawer. He poured some in his hands and rubbed it against Dean's hole, slipping a finger in slowly. Dean's legs fell open. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, moving against Cas' finger. After a moment, Cas slipped in a second one, then a third one. Dean's grip he had on Cas' forearm was getting tighter and tighter. If he didn't have a bruise there tomorrow, he'd be surprised.
Cas sat back and poured some more lube in his hand and ran it over his throbbing cock. As he slicked himself up, he took Dean back in his mouth, sucking him off. When Cas was ready, he looked up at Dean. "Are you ready?"
Dean just nodded his head. Cas braced himself so that he was hovering over Dean. Blue eyes locked with green as Cas pushed himself into Dean. Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth fell open. Once Cas was fully inside of Dean, the both of the sighed heavily. When Cas started moving, Dean pulled him against him, so he could kiss him. He moaned and whimpered against Cas' lips as Cas grunted softly against his.
Dean's fingers dug into Cas' back as Cas picked up his pace. Dean whispered swears against Cas' lips.
"Are you okay?" Cas asked.
"Perfect," Dean mumbled. "So perfect."
Dean grabbed the back of Cas' head, fisting his hair as he kissed Cas roughly. Cas grabbed Dean's hand and pinned it against the bed, threading his fingers through his. Cas was getting close and Dean pulling his hair wasn't going to help. Cas sat back after a moment, looking down at Dean before him.
He grabbed Dean's dick and started pumping it. "Are you close, Dean?" Dean nodded his hand, reaching for Cas' free hand again. "How do you want to come?"
"I want to come in your mouth."
Cas pulled out but Dean stopped him. "No, no. Finish."
He shook his head. "You first, Dean," he told Dean before wrapping his mouth around his dick.
Dean pumped his hips a few times, fucking Cas' mouth before finally coming, calling out to the man kneeling between his legs. Cas licked him clean before sliding back inside of him, slowly stroking his sensitive dick as he picked his pace back up. It wasn't long before he was falling over on top of Dean as he came inside of him for the first time.
Cas fell beside Dean. Dean turned over on his side and pulled Cas against him. They laid there in silence, touching and kissing one another until they got sleepy. Dean smiled against the top of Cas' head as he curled up against him. His father had no idea what he was talking about. What he and Cas had was the real deal. There was no person on earth that could compare to the man lying in front of him, curled around him. This was it for Dean and if his father could handle it, then it sucked for him, because he was about to miss out on the best years of his son's life.
So... there's that. *nods* Yup... that. I'm not gonna lie and say I'm DILF Winchester's biggest fan. If I ever met him, I'd probably chew him up one side and down the other, but at the same time I get it. Anyway, I could talk about my feelings for DILF Winchester until I was blue in the face. But that's not what we're here for now, is it? I'll tell you one thing... I've been trying to find a way to bring Benny in this story since day fucking one. His part might be small, but my care bear with fangs has arrived. ;)
So. I'm going to go now. :)
Thanks for reading, you lovely, beautiful creatures. Feel free to vent about John in your reviews (canon or story!John...).
