Okay, I whipped this up to fill space. The next chapter is a little under halfway done, but it is much better, I promise. Don't lose faith in me! PS-I might be getting a Beta on this soon, so yay! Warning for slight OOC.

Chapter Rating: K+ (Nothing to really warn about)

Bobby knew when something was troubling John. The man was practically a brother to him. He could read the oldest Winchester like a book, whether John chose to admit that or not.

John had gone into the house without doing his share of the morning feeding, which was practically unheard of. Bobby did the other man's work and went in to try to figure out what was so wrong. He walked in and found both Sam and John in the kitchen, looking contemplative and confused.

"What's wrong guys? I feel like the last to hear somethin'," Bobby spoke. The Winchesters glanced up at him, then at each other. The one thing Bobby would admit about the family is that they could communicate silently, and he would never be able to figure out what they were saying.

"Well, we didn't so much hear something as see something," Sam finally said.

"John, what's this. Spit it out," Bobby was losing his patience.

"I don't know how to say it," John half-whispered.

"English would be helpful."

"Bobby, we saw Dean and Castiel," Sam intervened.

"That doesn't sound unusual to me."

"Yeah, well, we saw them together. As in, they were kissing."

"My son is gay, Bobby," John said. There was not any malice to his voice, just a tired astonishment of someone who was completely blindsided.

"You two didn't know?"

The two Winchester men started a little at this. Bobby was not at all surprised by this revelation. John looked as though he did not know what to say. Sam just kept opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish with a stutter.

"Yeah, I've always know Dean was at least a little queer. His favorite show is Doctor Sexy, M.D. for God's sakes! Besides, I saw the way he was lookin' at that Castiel kid when we met 'em the first time. That is exactly how you looked at Mary when you introduced her to me, John. I don't see nothing wrong with it."

"It's not that I think it's wrong, it's just so unexpected-"

"For you, John. For you. You just need to see your son with opened eyes for a minute. Sam, you know your brother. This isn't really a shock, is it?"

"I guess not. He's just never, you know, liked guys..."

"I never said he was gay or bisexual or anything. I said he was always a little queer. Open to it, you know. I think he really like Castiel, and it doesn't matter the gender. Love is blind and all that."

"Bobby, how did an old ranch hand like you get so wise?" John asked, a slight smile on his face.

"I've always been smart, you idjits. You were just too stupid to see it."

The tension died down with the sound of laughter. The silence that followed was not uncomfortable, per say, but it was not perfect. There was still unanswered questions, problems that needed resolution. But, they could handle that when it came.

And at that exact moment, it did. Dean walked through the front door with Castiel, clearly not suspecting the tribunal before him. The men looked upon those that had just answered with intensity.

"What's this, an intervention?"