Ok so here's chapter five. This is Danny's pov, I've never done her before so here it is.

Still no beta reader so I apologize for any grammatical errors.


The last thing I expected today was for my boyfriend to show up at my house looking like he just survived a tornado. Dean normally wore his jacket, and ripped jeans were his thing, but he looked terrible. He looked scared, and not just of my Dad.

My mom and dad led us into he living room and insisted we sit down, on opposite sides of the couch.

"So Dean, how long have you known Danny", She asks sweetly. Behind that Martha Stewart mask lies pure evil.

He looked to me for help, So I answered for him. "We met a few months ago at school, I helped him out with some stuff". That was an understatement, he was ready to hop on a train to Mexico.

"Are you two dating", My Dad asked bluntly. Dean's face paled and I gulped. My parents were great, but ever since I started dating last year they were all over whoever I brought home. My mom has had a billion conversations with me about sex, and how I should wait until I meet the right person and to never let a boy pressure me. Dean wasn't like that, we've made out and stuff but no way I'm ready for that.

"Y-yes, for about three months", I said hesitantly. Dean looked like he was about to be sick, my mother looked like I just told her I was pregnant and my father.. was eerily calm. Maybe I shouldn't have mention the three months.

"So you've been hiding him from us", My mother said trying to keep calm.

"We were just scared about how you'd take it.. Dean inst exactly like the boys you approved for me", who were completely boring and stuck up.

"So Dean, your a foster kid. How long", My father spoke calmly. He was seriously going to interrogate Dean.

"Um, about my whole life", Dean laughed nervosly. Nothing sounded funny to me.

"Dad, can we please not talk about this", I asked. He gave a look before sighing.

"So you want to take Danny out", He asked.

"I just need to talk to her", There was pain held in his voice, something was wrong. My first thought was they were taking him back and I wouldn't see Him anymore. The thought made me scared. I liked Dean, I liked him a lot. We've been hanging out for five months and I don't know what I'd if he just wasn't around anymore.

"Where are you going", He questioned.

"Just for a walk.. or something", He said quietly. He needed to get out of here.

"We'll be back soon and I promise I'll tell you everything later, but can we please go", I asked urgently.

My father looked like he was about to object before my mother sighed. "I want her home by seven, is that understood", She said sternly to Dean.

"Yes Ma'am", He said looking a little relived.


Outside we just walked around the neighborhood until we ended up at that park where I found Dean the night he ran away. He hopped up on the stone table and stretched out, looking up at the sky. I wrapped my jacket around myself even tighter and sat down on the bench beside him.

"So whats wrong", I asked. He closed his eyes and took a breath through his nose before answering.

"My Dad's back.. I think he wants to see us.. Share us whatever the heck that means", He said defeated.

I had no idea what to say, Dean never talked about his dad. Said he left when he was a kid and then they went into Foster Care.

"Is he going to file for custody", I asked hesitantly.

"I have no idea.. I just found out not twenty minuets ago. Heard Mary talking on the phone", He sighed.

He opened his eyes to look at me, they were always my favorite thing about him. Bright green, they were a little dull sometimes, like now. But if you get him laughing they light up, its amazing.

"What are you staring at", He smirked.

"Nothing.. Just thinking.. What are you going to do", I asked, changing the subject. He was hurting and I was staring at his freaking eyes.

"I don't know.. I just walked out.. didn't even say anything", He said quietly.

"Does Sam know", I asked quietly. Sam was a touchy thing for Dean, I've never met brothers as close as them.

"No". His voice held little emotion. The look in his eyes was scary, they were dull and almost lifeless.

"Dean are you OK", I asked again referring to his mental state this time.

"I just need a frikin drink", He whispered to himself. I frowned at that, why the heck did Dean want a drink, were both only 15.

"What did you say", I asked hoping I'd misheard him.

"Nothing. Look I'm sorry I showed up out of the blue and may have gotten you in trouble with your parents.. I just needed to tell some one", He said sitting up and hopping off the table.

"Don't be sorry Dean.. I'd be a wreak if I were you", I sighed

"Who said I wasn't a wreak", He said quietly.

I said nothing, just watched him. He looked so tired.

"Want me to walk you home, looks like there's some things you need to clear up back there", I asked softly. It was getting late to, I needed to be back by seven and I always hated Dean having to walk home alone.

"Na, I got it", He smirked, setting a mask in place. Looks like that's his chick flick fill for the day.

"Dean... are you sure your alright", I asked as he slipped his arm around me.

"I'm always alright", He smirked.

I glared at him but said nothing else, just leaned into his shoulder. Something else was definitely wrong, and he wasn't going to tell me what? I'd wait until school tomorrow, ask Cas, follow Dean around. I was angry I had to spy on my boyfriend just to make sure he was OK. But that's how Dean was, he was so good at hiding everything. The thing was though I wasn't aggravated at him like I thought I would be, I just want to help him I want to just be there with him.

"Penny for your thoughts", He grinned. I snapped out of my daze and realized we'd started walking down the street headed for my house.

"Just thinking".


Anybody find my Dark Angel reference, pretty easy to spot.