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Once they had packed the (according to Dean anyway) Impala, Dean and Castiel made a stop at a gas station (which Castiel absolutely insisted on paying), and they finally were on their way to Wisconsin.

"So," Dean began once they hit the interstate. "Tell me who all I'm going to be meeting."

"My parents, of course since we'll be staying in their home. Two of my brothers. Gabriel and Michael. Raphael and Lucifer won't be there. Actually, Gabriel will be staying in the house with us. Michael is the only one that stayed in town. Gabriel went to California. Lucifer went south somewhere. We haven't talked to him in years. He had a bad fight with my dad when I was younger. Raphael moved to New York City to go to NYU for business and just stayed there. Then there's Bess, who's the bride. I've known her since I was five years old." Castiel began rambling about who else Dean would be meeting but never went into any specifics, just names.

"Okay, so let's back track a little bit. Your parents. What are their names?"

"Chuck and Becky."

"Got it. And your brothers are in what order?"

"Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and then Gabriel."

"And finally you."

"Yes."

"I figured you were the baby of the family." Castiel looked over at Dean, confused.

"Why?"

"I just know what most babies of the family are like. You're like them."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean shrugged.

"It means what it means." Castiel stared at the window for a long time. "So, are there more people I'm going to meet or…?"

"Oh sorry, just throwing a tantrum like a baby would." Dean started laughing. This was the furthest thing from funny.

"Sorry, it just…that is something…you know what? Never mind. Any other family secrets I need to know?"

"Secrets? There are no secrets." Castiel snapped back. Dean simply didn't say anything. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Calling Castiel a baby. Yes, he was the last child born to his parents, but he was no baby. He was on his way to be being partner at the firm, he paid for his OWN apartment in Chicago (no easy feat), he had a college degree. Deanhad no idea who Castiel was. Who was he to be telling Castiel what he was and wasn't?

The car ride then filled with silence. Dean had attempted to get more information out of Castiel and Castiel answered his questions as simply as he could before going silent again.

Dean had stopped trying to get information from Castiel near the Wisconsin border. Castiel cursed the fact that his family lived in northern Wisconsin for the umpteenth time in his life. Grantsburg sits practically on the border between Wisconsin and Minnesota. He hated the winters there. They took too long and were far too cold. Moving to Chicago, Castiel had gotten used to winters with less snow, so he was very happy when Bess had decided to get married in the summer.

They stopped for gas nearly three hours into their journey, but once back inside the car, Dean began talking again. He started to pull out of the parking lot and back onto the interstate.

"So what's our story? How did we meet? How long have we been dating?" Oh.

"Um…I…I don't know. I hadn't thought about that." Dean chuckled.

"You really haven't done this before, have you?"

"I don't plan on making this a habit." Castiel retorted. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Alright," Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road. Castiel widened his eyes and looked over to Dean. What was he doing? They needed to get going. Dean looked over at Castiel. "Look man, you're going to have to drop this attitude by the time we get to your parents' place otherwise this whole thing isn't going to work."

"What attitude?"

"This 'holier than thou' bullshit. Yes, I provide companionship for money. And yes, sometimes it does get physical, but that doesn't make me any less of a person. I'm trying to do my job, but you're going to have to help me a hell of a lot more than you are right now." Castiel digested this. Thinking it wasn't Dean's job that annoyed him. It was Dean. However, he had a point. They only had a couple more hours (less with the way Dean was driving) left to complete their backstory. Castiel gave a sigh.

"Fine, I understand and I apologize."

"Now was that so hard?" Dean's smirk was back. Castiel was starting to wonder if Dean started to itch if he went so long without it reaching his lips. Dean put the car back in drive and went back into the lane and began speeding again.

"Coffee shop." He said suddenly. Dean's profile looked surprised.

"Coffee shop?"

"Yes, we met at a coffee shop. I spilled coffee on you and we started talking."

"Really? You want to be the one that spills on me? Usually when I use that excuse I'm the one that messes up and you're the one that's nice enough to give me a chance."

"Trust me. My family is going to eat it up."

"So, you're clumsy?" Castiel felt a minor blush come to his face.

"Slightly. Plus, if somebody spilled coffee on me I would probably be too upset to start talking to them let alone ask them on a date."

"Okay, good to know you're kind of an asshole." Castiel opened his mouth to reply, but Dean cut him off. "And how long have we been dating?"

"Bess' invitations came out about six weeks ago and I said plus one then. So I suppose about three months?" The two continued to conspire, coming up with a nearly air tight fake relationship. Yes, it was surprising for Dean to ask Castiel out after that. No, they hadn't said 'I love you' yet ("Trust me, they'll ask" Castiel told Dean). No, they didn't live together. Yes, Dean was Castiel's first boyfriend. Castiel knew that people were going to ask more questions, but the other ones were probably going to be directed to Dean about who he was and why he was with Castiel.

"What do you think their reaction going to be? You sort of coming out?" Castiel shrugged.

"Honestly, I don't know if they'll actually say anything to me. Despite my brothers and I being named after angels, my family is very open. Well, my immediate family, anyway."

"Good to hear."

Castiel came up with a few more instances ("If Gabriel asks you to go for drinks say no" "If Michael asks you anything personal just ignore him") before they needed to stop again, just short of Grantsburg.

"Okay, last time, is there anything else that I need to know?" Castiel hesitated before taking a deep breath.

"Yes. You know how most families you love them because they're your family even though they're crazy?" Dean nodded.

"Mine's not like that. Most of the time, if they see a weakness they'll go after it. Especially Michael. Gabriel will prank you like it's his job, either in word play or actually physically as though we're in middle school, for just desserts as he calls them. Under no circumstances are you to be alone with any of them. They will try to get information out of you. Things that we haven't talked about."

"You know, I am pretty good at lying." Castiel set his jaw.

"I understand that, but this is different. They'll purposefully bring up an embarrassing story about me when I was younger and then change something to see if you know the story or not. I know how they operate. They use it as an act. As if it's all to protect me, and maybe, in Gabriel's case, it's true. I think the other three just enjoy seeing people suffer." Dean let out a low whistle.

"Damn, that's uh…that's harsh." Castiel let out a bitter blast of laughter.

"You don't know harsh until you hear my mother say something about me and Hannah. You'll get compared to her, by the way. Even though this is a totally different situation, she won't care. She loved Hannah so much and she was so excited to have a daughter-in-law." Castiel sighed. He was grateful that Dean didn't ask any more questions. They rode in silence as Castiel thought of what his mother would say about Dean. Comparing Dean to 'perfect Hannah'. How Castiel would probably 'chase this one away' too. Weren't mothers supposed to be on your side after a break up? Particularly one that you didn't see coming? One that you didn't instigate besides the fact that the relationship was having some problems? Castiel bit the inside of his cheek. He really loved his mother and he knew that she loved him, but the way she showed that she was upset about Castiel and Hannah's break up didn't make him feel better. His father had given him a hug and let him know that no matter what he needed, Chuck would get it for him. Michael hadn't said anything when Castiel told him. He simply glossed over the subject. Gabriel had talked on the phone with Castiel for nearly three hours afterwards. Most of it had been Castiel crying and Gabriel telling him that she wasn't worth it. Gabriel had told Castiel that he never liked Hannah, which was a lie, but Castiel appreciated the sentiment.

"Home sweet home." Dean beamed at the sign that read 'The People of Grantsburg Welcome You!'.

Castiel's heart started pumping faster as he and Dean slowly made their way through the town, bringing them closer to Castiel's parents' home. He suddenly felt a warm, solid presence on his knee. He looked down and noticed that it was Dean's hand.

"Stop bouncing. It's driving me crazy." When had he started bouncing his knee? Castiel gently pushed Dean's hand off of him.

"I will try. I apologize." Dean pulled his hand back over and put it back on the steering wheel.

"You really need to lock it up, man. What's the worst that could happen?" Castiel stared at Dean in disbelief.

"The worst that could happen is that my family finds out about this and I become more of an outcast in my hometown than I already am." Perhaps that was a bit dramatic. Castiel wasn't really an outcast. He was more…pitied. He hadn't been home in the five years since he left, but his mother had told him people were asking about him. And the time before he left, all he saw in people's eyes was pity. He didn't need that again.

"There's much worse stuff than faking a relationship. I mean, your family will still love you. They might see you as a little bit desperate, but they won't kick you out of the family." Castiel was sure that Dean was joking, but it still didn't make him feel better. Castiel kept his lip in a hard line until he noticed where they were.

"Left up here." Dean turned left and drove down the quiet street until they came upon 4627. They pulled into the massive driveway, big enough for three cars across, and Dean parked the car. Castiel looked into the mostly dark house. There were lights on in the living room. That meant his parents were home. He knew that they would be, but suddenly being this close made him even more nervous. What was he going to do? Why had he done this? Dean gently touched Castiel's hand. Castiel jumped.

"Hey," Dean's voice was gentle and Castiel looked over, into Dean's eyes. How were they so green? There should be a color for the shade of his eyes. Wait, why was the color of his eyes so important? Because Charlie would ask, of course, Castiel justified it to himself. "Seriously, everything is going to be okay. You have to trust me and help me do my job." Castiel nodded. Dean smiled a charming smile before climbing out of the car. Castiel knew that he was right. The two of them were going to have to trust each other on some level. Castiel took a deep breath before joining him.