A/N: Sorry this took so long. Change of plan, you'll meet Castiel's Dad in the next chapter, sorry this one went on for a while so it would be way too long if I introduced him here and it wouldn't do it justice so… enjoy anyway.
Dean paused for a second. If he was in the same room – hell, building – as Castiel's dad could he trust himself not to attack the sick fuck?
"Sure," He hugged him closer, kissing his forehead. "When?"
"Tomorrow, not sure what time,"
"Okay, want to skip school?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Nice try," Castiel laughed, pulling away from Dean and starting up the car.
They drove up to the school in a comfortable silence until they reached the school gates.
Dean unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to Castiel, waiting for him to undo his but he just sat still gripping the steering wheel.
"Cas?"
"How do you want to do this?" Castiel asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"D-do you regret what you did yesterday at lunch? We can pretend it didn't happen in school if you-"
"Cas," Dean cut him off. "I don't regret yesterday. And you want to know how I want to do this? I want to take your hand and walk through those doors with you and protect you against anyone who even gives you a dirty look," Dean took Castiel's hand in his own to prove his point, tugging it off the steering wheel.
Castiel smiled nervously and Dean unclipped his seatbelt. Castiel let go of Dean's hand so they could get out. Dean went round to Castiel's side and slammed the door closed for him and taking his bag off him, slinging it over his own left shoulder – careful of the front pocket – and lacing his fingers with Castiel's again after Castiel slipped his keys into his back pocket. Dean's bag was on his back. He pulled Castiel closer so Dean's right shoulder and Castiel's left brushed.
"Did I tell you that you look especially perfect today?"
Castiel blushed and looked down, muttering a "No,"
"Well you do," Dean placed a kiss on Castiel's temple.
Castiel's free hand went up to his messy hair self-consciously and Dean chuckled lightly. The taller boy jumped forward slightly so he could grab the door handle before Castiel and hold it open for him, gesturing with a jerk of his head to go in. Castiel smiled again and stepped into the building, Dean following after him.
"Dean!" Ash shouted. Ash hasn't been here since Castiel's first day because of 'family issues', which meant money was getting tight and his parents had to fire a member of staff at the bar they owned and Ash had to work there for free.
Which means he didn't know about Dean and Castiel. Castiel went to drop his hand as Ash was the only one of Dean's close friends who'd actually spoken to him and he didn't want him to loose all his friends because of him but Dean held tighter.
"Hey Ash!" He smiled as Ash stood on his other side.
"Hey… Castiel, right?" He smiled at Castiel, slightly lopsided from getting punched in the mouth so many times. He got into a lot of fights.
"Yeah, hi, um Ash," Castiel stuttered back, staring at the floor.
"Aww he's cute," Ash turned to Dean, smiling again.
"Dude, back off," Dean jabbed him in the ribs, Ash looked down, his smile still in place before he saw Dean and Castiel's interlocked hands. His smiled vanished but he didn't look disgusted, just confused.
"Hey Dean could I talk to you alone for a sec?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck where his mullet was irritating the skin.
"Sure. Cas, I'll meet you in Biology, okay?" He handed him his bag and Castiel nodded, smiled and gave Ash a little wave goodbye, which Ash returned, smiling back. Just as he was about to walk off, Dean glanced back at Ash before grabbing Castiel's wrist and pulling him back to him. He kissed him softly before releasing him and smiling. Castiel raised an eyebrow before leaving to get to class.
Ash waited until Castiel was out of earshot – which Dean was grateful for – smiling at his back the entire time, before turning to Dean, his smile gone.
"What the hell did I miss? The last time I was here you were talking about wanting to bang that Braeden chick," He asked, leaning in to talk to Dean a little more privately.
"Well, um, dude this is kind of hard to tell you since I'm kind of worried about your reaction…"
"Whatever it is just tell me, man,"
"I'm, I'm gay," Dean watched Ash's face for any sign of repulsion but all he saw was shock.
"Ash? Speak to me, man," He waved a hand in front of his face.
"And you're with this Castiel dude?" He asked.
"Yes," Dean prepared to have to jump to Castiel's defense but what Ash said next almost knocked him over.
"Cool, at least you can't get him pregnant," He smiled and clapped Dean on the shoulder, heading over to Biology. He was in their Biology class.
"Wait, what?" Dean turned and watched Ash, who turned back to look at Dean.
"What? You think I care that you prefer dick to pussy?"
"Um…"
"Well I don't, you're still the same guy and you're still my friend," He smiled and jerked his head towards the classroom. Dean grinned and walked beside him into class.
Castiel was stood at the back near a table for four people surrounded by Meg, Ruby, Crowley and Alastair. Crowley and Alastair had one of Castiel's arms each and were holding him back. Meg was sat on the desk and Ruby was holding something in her hand, inspecting it close to her face. Dean and Ash exchanged a look before going up. Castiel looked terrified.
"Hey!" Dean shouted, getting their attention, Castiel relaxed slightly seeing him but he was still scared and stiff in Crowley and Alastair's arms. "What the hell is going on?" He looked at Ruby and saw what she was holding.
Castiel's pills. Crap.
"Hey Dean," Meg purred, swinging her legs off the desk.
"Guys, let go of him," Ash stepped forward, not threateningly just as if he was trying to bargain with them.
"Oh Ash, you don't know what's going on. You've been away too long. You may be borderline genius but you're not psychic," Alastair shook his head.
"I do know what's going on, Dean just filled me in,"
"So you know he's gone queer for this little freak?" Ruby asked.
"He told me he's gay and Castiel is his boyfriend if that's what you mean,"
"Oh, don't tell me you're sticking up for it," Alastair wrinkled his nose at Castiel and shook him. Dean looked around the class. Everyone was pretending not to notice what was happening but were clearly listening. Fucking cowards.
"Stop it!" Dean growled, stepping forward, Ash's hand went to his shoulder and he stepped forward with him.
"Stop what? Didn't anyone ever teach you to share your toys, Dean?" Crowley smirked, leaning close to Castiel's ear.
"Get the fuck off him!" He ordered, trying to step forward but Ash's hand stopped him.
"Ruby, you haven't yet told us what they are," Meg gestured to the bottle in her friend's hand.
"Ah yeah, it says antipsychotic medication. Does that mean he'll go psycho and kill people if we keep these?" She sounded like an excited child.
Ash didn't even look at Dean for an explanation before speaking. "No he wont go insane, come on guys, they're prescription pills, he needs them," He tried to reason with them.
Dean was practically shaking with anger; the only thing stopping him from pouncing on them was Ash holding him back.
"Yeah he needs them because he's a freak,"
"So he has some issues, so what? Ruby, you have self-worth issues so you medicate by sleeping around. Meg, you have self-image issues so you spend extra time on your hair and make up and dress like who you think is the prettiest girl in school, Ruby. Crowley, you hate the fact that you're gay too so you medicate by taking it out on yourself by sleeping around and on Dean and Castiel. Alastair, I don't know what your problem is but you seem to have a thing for torturing other people so you probably have problems with being hurt in the past," Ash was a genius. Mostly computers but also a lot of other things. Like human behavior.
Everyone thinks he's stupid because of the dirty sleeveless flannel shirts and scruffy jeans he wears and because of his mullet. He also has pretty bad grades but that's because he doesn't do the schoolwork. He already knows it all so he doesn't see the point in proving it to people who're paid to pretend to care. The shock on their teachers' faces when he aces every test without so much as picking up a book the whole school year is priceless.
Everyone stared at him for a second before ignoring him.
"Hey, what'd happen if you tipped them all out?" Alastair smiled when Castiel's eyes went wide and his breathing turned shallow.
"Don't you fucking dare, Ruby!" Dean warned, stepping forward. This time Ash's hand slipped off his shoulder and Dean felt him shift behind him to cross his arms over his chest.
"Hmm," Ruby hummed tapping the bottle against her chin in thought.
"What the hell is going on here?!" They heard Mr. Kosterman's voice boom from behind them. He was their biology teacher and was late for some reason but whatever it was he was not happy about it. He was usually pretty cool but when he was in a bad mood it was best to stay out of his way. Mr. Kosterman was a bulky guy. No one could tell if it was mostly fat or mostly muscle but everyone was too scared find out. He looked like he could have been a pro heavy weight boxer. He could definitely take down Big Show.
"Sheppard! Heyerdahl! Let go of that boy now!" He yelled, Crowley and Alastair dropped Castiel instantly, who fell to his knees, placing a hand over his chest around his lungs. Dean went to run over to see if he was okay but Mr. Kosterman's voice stopped him.
"Winchester, don't you even think about moving!"
"Sir-" Dean tried to force the teacher's attention to Castiel, who was still breathing in sharply. He was trembling and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.
"Don't answer me back!" While the teacher yelled at Dean, Crowley and Alastair had stepped away, looking down worriedly at Castiel, not because they were concerned for him but because they didn't want to get in trouble. Ash had snuck away while Mr. Kosterman's attention was on Dean and was crouched next to Castiel, one hand rubbing his back and the other planted on the floor in front of him so he could move his face under Castiel's as he refused to look up at him. He was muttering things to Castiel and Castiel nodded before shaking his head quickly. His mouth was open as if he was choking and Ash said something else Dean couldn't hear over the teacher lecturing him about being insolent.
Ash rested his hand on Castiel's chest and said something to which Castiel shook his head; Ash moved his hand down slightly so it was in the center of his chest and Castiel nodded. Castiel's hand went to his head as if he was going to pass out and Ash steadied him, turning to Mr. Kosterman.
"Sir! Castiel's having a panic attack!"
Dean froze for a second and ran to crouch at Castiel's other side.
"What? Oh, Castiel! Everyone out!" He shouted to the class and they all scrambled out the door.
"Castiel, listen to me," He took Castiel's shoulder with one hand, nudging Ash out the way, who knelt close by, and lifted his chin with the other.
"Castiel, you need to take deep breaths, okay?"
Castiel nodded and tried to breathe deeper but it came out ragged again.
"Castiel, have you ever had a panic attack before?"
Castiel nodded.
"Okay, do you know the 5-2-5 breathing technique?"
Another nod.
"Good, we'll do it together, okay?" He released Castiel's chin and placed his hand on his stomach instead.
Castiel nodded and Mr. Kosterman told Dean and Ash to count to five, then two then five again at a steady pace then both Castiel and Mr. Kosterman breathed in using their diaphragms for five seconds, held it in for two then breathed out over five more seconds. Castiel couldn't quite manage the five seconds at first so it was more 3-1-3 but then it moved up to 3-2-4 then 4-2-5 and finally 5-2-5. They repeated the exercise a few times once Castiel got the right pace then Mr. Kosterman asked Castiel if he was ready to stand up. When he nodded weakly, Mr. Kosterman slipped an arm around Castiel's shoulders and helped him up; Dean threaded his arm around his waist. Mr. Kosterman saw this and smiled.
"Dean, take Castiel to the office to call his parents. Ash, you stay here and explain what happened," Just as he finished he saw the pills and bent down to pick them up, handing them to Castiel, who gripped them in his left hand, his right one around Dean's shoulder.
Dean wondered how Mr. Kosterman knew they were his before realizing that he probably had to know Castiel was on medication for safety reasons since he was his teacher.
Castiel didn't respond to Mr. Kosterman about his 'parents' so Dean didn't bother.
He led Castiel out of the classroom after giving Ash a thankful nod, he returned it and tipped his imaginary hat at Castiel. Castiel smiled back.
When they walked out of the classroom all their classmates were stood around the door. Dean glared at them and they parted like the red sea. Even Ruby and the others.
They sat in the office after Dean explained what'd happened as they rang Michael, who was listed as Castiel's contact.
"You okay?" Dean asked, taking Castiel's hand and lightly rubbing his knuckles with his thumb.
"I am now," He smiled. They stared at each other before the woman at reception, Mrs. Bateman, came out and cleared her throat.
"Your brother said there's no one at home and he won't be there until around dinner so is there anyone else you can go with?"
"He can stay at mine until lunch," Dean offered before Castiel could respond.
"That'd mean you'd have to stay with him," Mrs. Bateman pointed out.
"I'm cool with that," He shrugged. The woman nodded and went back to where she'd left Michael on hold.
"Mr. Novak said he'll accept all responsibility for you being out of school and will take any and all blame from your parents if they're angry about it but I'll have to call your father just to let him know," She informed them when she came back out. "But Castiel, Michael wants to talk to you, he's on the phone now if you want to just go on in,"
Castiel stood up, letting go of Dean's hand with a grateful smile, and she stepped to the side to allow him access to her office.
"I can ring my dad now on my cell if you want, I'll explain everything then you can talk to him to clarify he actually gives his permission," Dean offered.
"Alright, but I'll have to wait here with you so I know you don't lie to him about why you need to leave school grounds,"
Dean nodded and got his phone out of his pocket, scrolling down his contact until he found 'Dad'.
It rang twice before he picked up.
"Dean? What's wrong, you're supposed to be in class,"
"Crowley, Alastair, Meg and Ruby were harassing Cas and they stole his pills and threatened to pour them out and Cas had a panic attack. His brothers are all out until lunch and they can't get home earlier to look after him and he can't stay on his own so can me and him come home and stay there until Cas's brothers get back?" He explained in a rush.
"I'm heading home now, did Castiel drive you and him up in his car?"
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah,"
"Okay, you drive him back. If he's just had a panic attack he shouldn't be driving, okay?"
"Okay. You have to tell the receptionist that you give me permission to leave," Dean explained, handing the phone to Mrs. Bateman when John told him to.
"Hello? Mr. Winchester?" She nodded and smiled. "Thank you Mr. Winchester. Goodbye," She handed Dean the phone back and he ended the call before slipping it into his pocket and smiling at Mrs. Bateman.
Castiel came back out and told her Michael said it was okay.
"Alright, you can both go when you're ready," She smiled at them as she signed them out in the attendance book.
"I forgot my bag," Castiel sighed, rubbing his hand across his face. Dean could tell he didn't want to go back and Dean didn't want to leave him. And Dean had left him.
"Dean! Castiel!" They turned and saw Ash running up to them holding their bags. They smiled as he got to them.
"You left these in lesson," He handed Dean his then Castiel his.
"Thanks Ash," Dean smiled slinging it on his shoulder.
"Thank you Ash. And thanks for trying to stick up for me," Castiel said shyly.
"No problem Castiel, you're pretty cool. And we're friends now, you have no say in the matter," Ash smiled to show the last bit was a joke. "And don't let what they said get to you, you're not a freak," He clasped Castiel on the shoulder and smiled at him.
Castiel smiled back before looking down at the ground.
"I'm taking Castiel home so I'll see you later,"
"Okay, text me. Even if I'm in lesson, you know that don't stop me anyways,"
"Will do Ash, thanks, bye," He gave Ash a quick hug then took Castiel's hand as they turned to leave.
"Bye, Dean. Castiel," He nodded.
"Bye Ash," Castiel waved.
When they got outside Dean held his other hand out to Castiel, who cocked his head to the side and frowned in confusion.
"My Dad said you shouldn't drive after a panic attack,"
"I'm fine,"
"Give me the keys,"
"I'm fine!"
"I will get them," Dean warned.
"Try it," Castiel challenged.
Dean shrugged and dropped Castiel's hand and took his and his boyfriend's bags and dropped them to the floor. Dean took a couple of steps back and Castiel watched him suspiciously.
Dean yelled out a Braveheart like battle cry before charging into Castiel and rugby tackling him to the floor of the parking lot. Castiel squeaked as he grabbed him but didn't give up fighting.
"Give me the keys!" Dean pinned Castiel's hands above his head.
"Never!" Castiel grinned defiantly, stuggling.
"Where are they, I'll get them myself,"
"Not telling,"
"Fine I'll just search you," Dean smirked as he held both of Castiel's wrists in one hand and the other skimmed down his side, to his hip and moved round to his right front pocket. Nothing. His hand traveled round to the left front pocket – 'accidentally' skimming over his crotch as he did – and found his pills. He took them out and slipped them into his own leather jacket pocket so they didn't get harmed and was delighted when Castiel didn't bat an eyelash at it, showing he trusted him with his pills, which were very important.
His hand went back to Castiel's hip and nudged for him to raise them slightly off the concrete. Castiel obeyed and Dean's hand went round to his back pocket. He found they keys but didn't take his hand out just yet.
Castiel looked up at him and licked his lips. Dean mirrored him and leant down to kiss him.
After a minute Dean pulled back. Castiel's eyes stayed closed and Dean smiled, placing another peck on his lips. He opened his eyes and smiled lazily up at Dean.
"We should go, my Dad'll start getting worried," Dean moved off Castiel and pulled him up, handing him his bag, grabbing his own and holding the car keys up triumphantly.
Castiel shook his head and moved to the passenger side of his car.
Dean drove them back to his house and dragged Castiel inside.
John was sat at the kitchen table with a coffee reading the newspapers.
"Hey boys," He smiled up at them.
"Hey Dad,"
"Hi Mr. Winchester," Castiel muttered.
"Please, call me John," John smiled again as Castiel blushed.
"Um, Dad, I have to tell you something," Dean started, he glanced at Castiel who looked confused and turned back to John, who'd sensed the serious tone in Dean's voice and had put the paper down to give his son his full attention.
"Yes?"
Dean looked down at Castiel's hand and took it in his own.
"Me and Cas… we're more than… just friends," He watched John carefully, like he had done with Ash.
"Like…?" John prompted.
Dean took a deep breath and decided to just come out and say it… no pun intended. "Castiel is my boyfriend. I don't mean like when girls call their female friends girlfriends, I mean he's my boyfriend,"
Castiel stiffened next to him. He didn't know John very well and so was unsure how he'd react.
John watched them for a minute before speaking. "This isn't some prank or something, is it?"
Dean sighed and pulled Castiel to him and kissed him. He licked at Castiel's lip and the other opened his mouth so Dean could plunge his tongue inside. Dean eventually pulled back, scared to look up at John. He'd never shown any signs of having issues with anyone being gay before, he'd even stood up for a gay couple once in a supermarket because some homophobes were calling them 'fags' and saying they were 'a disgrace'.
But, then again, it could be different when it was your own son.
To his relief, John was smiling when he looked at him.
"That's great son," He stood and clasped him and Castiel on the shoulder.
"Okay… Me and Castiel are going upstairs for a while," Dean tugged Castiel over to the stairs and to his room.
"That went really well," Dean smiled.
"Yeah," Castiel nodded, walking over to Dean's bed and sitting down.
Dean strolled over and sat next to him, his leg brushing Castiel's.
"Remember last time you were in here?" Dean smirked when Castiel blushed and nodded.
Dean leant forward and kissed Castiel's neck, leaving little kisses up to his jaw. Castiel gasped and leant into Dean. The taller boy smiled and cupped the other side of Castiel's jaw and moved his other hand to Castiel's thigh.
Castiel pulled away from Dean and turned to push him down flat on the bed and climbed on top of him straddling his waist. Dean grinned up at him and pulled him down by the front of his shirt to mash their lips together, using his tongue to push at Castiel's lips until he parted them, moaning when Castiel's tongue fought with his own for dominance, eventually Dean won and Castiel whined into the kiss as Dean's tongue ran over the roof of his mouth.
Dean could feel himself getting hard so he bucked his hips up to grind against Castiel's, who was also semi hard.
"Fuck, Cas," Dean growled, flipping them so Castiel was under him.
"Ugh," Castiel groaned in reply, biting his lip.
Dean started moaning louder as they rutted their hips together, rubbing their erections against each other and Castiel placed his finger on Dean's lips.
"Your Dad's downstairs," He whispered.
"Oh crap, yeah," Dean giggled, kissing the finger against his lips. He had his hands either side of Castiel's head, like the first night they had done this only they were laid across the width of the bed, Castiel's legs dangling off the edge, instead of down the length.
Castiel moved his finger off Dean's lips and to his neck, down his arm and to his sides, gripping his shirt but not lifting it. His other hand went to Dean's hair when the latter leant down to bite and lightly suck at Castiel's neck.
Castiel leant his head against Dean's shoulder as they both moaned quietly into each other. Dean slipped his hand under Castiel's shirt and caressed his sides before moving to his smooth chest. Castiel gasped and Dean pulled up his shirt and leant down to flick his tongue out against one of Castiel's nipples. Castiel's gasped again and whined, looking down at Dean, who sucked his nipple into his mouth, biting down slightly then moving to do the same to the other one. Castiel bit into his lip and his head fell back to stare at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
Dean smirked at the sight before crawling back up. When he was above Castiel, he looked up at the bigger teen and smiled sleepily. Dean leant down and took Castiel's mouth in his own again as his hands skimmed down to his waist, Castiel's hands on Dean's biceps feeling his muscled contrast with every grind.
Dean's hand slipped to Castiel belt buckle and he tugged it open as quickly as he could, undoing the button and zip. Castiel flowed suit and undid Dean's pulling his jeans down and lifting his hips so Dean could pull down his. They're jeans fell to their ankles but they were too preoccupied to pull them off completely. Dean rubbed over Castiel's hard on through his boxers and reveled in every noise he made. Dean's hand went back to his waist while his other snakes into his hair as he kissed him again. He rubbed their erections together again. A warm feeling spread to his abdomen and he felt his balls tighten.
"Cas, I'm gonna," He grunted out. Castiel nodded his head.
After a few more grinds Dean came, moaning Castiel's name and Castiel did the same, saying Dean's name.
Dean moved off Castiel and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his hair. Castiel draped his arm across Dean's chest and kissed his shoulder. They lay like that for a few minutes before Dean spoke. Both their breathing was back to normal and they were a little sleepy but he had to ask.
"Cas?" He sounded nervous.
"Hmm?" Castiel hummed into his chest.
"This is probably not the best pillow talk but… D-do you still have to go see your dad?" He asked. "You know, after what happened at school,"
"That's what Michael had to talk to me about, he said I still have to go… I asked him if you could come. If you still want to…" Castiel looked up to look at Dean's face.
Dean held him tighter. "If you want me there, I'm there," He smiled down at him.
Castiel smiled and Dean leant down and kissed him.
"So, did he say I could come?" Dean asked when they separated.
"Well, I told him you know about what happened and he said if it'd make me more comfortable then you're more than welcome," He smiled.
"Great, so how long will we be there?"
"Michael told me you need to get permission from your parents because it'll be for two days,"
"We leave tonight, right? We have school, where will we be staying?"
"The Hospital is in New York so we'll be staying in a hotel there. Michael is getting all my school work sent over to the hotel we'll be staying at, he said he'll get yours sent over too if you come with us but the school will need your parent's permission. He'll make us do it too. He said he'd pay for your accommodation and food and stuff while you're with us,"
"Is he okay with paying for everything?"
"Yeah, he offered,"
"Okay, I'll ask my dad. Wait here," Dean grabbed his jeans and t-shirt as well as a change of boxers and got dressed before giving Castiel a quick kiss and going down to where his Dad was still at the kitchen table.
"Um, Dad, can I talk to you?"
"Of course son, what's up?" He put the newspaper down as Dean sat across from him
"Well, before you answer just hear me out, okay? Don't answer until I'm done,"
"Okay," John looked suspicious but nodded anyway.
"I want to go to New York for two days… and I want to leave tonight. Wait, wait!" Dean held his hands up to stop John from talking when he opened his mouth. John gestured for him to continue.
"It's for Cas. You know he doesn't live with his parents, right?"
"Mary told me his mother passed away and his father… she said Castiel just said he went away,"
"He went to prison. For killing Cas' mom,"
John's eyes widened but he hid his surprise quickly. Dean decided to leave out the bit about him raping Castiel for his boyfriend's sake, he didn't want to betray his trust.
"Oh,"
"And he used to beat her, Cas and his brothers. Well, he had a heart attack while he was in prison so now he's in hospital and Cas and his brothers have to go see him and after everything he did, Cas asked me to come with and I said yes,"
"What about school,"
"Michael, Cas' oldest brother and Cas and his other brothers' legal guardian, is getting Castiel's school work sent to the hotel they'll be staying at and he offered to get mine sent up to if you let me go but the school will need your permission,"
"You promise you'll do it?"
"Michael will make us,"
"How old is Michael?"
"He's 24 I think,"
"And who else is going and how old are they?"
"All Castiel's brothers. There's Michael, Gabriel who's 20, and Balthazar, Uriel and Raphael who're all 17. And Cas. He's 17 too. Same as me,"
"How are you getting there?"
"Michael had a seven seater car,"
"Where are you staying?"
"A hotel,"
"How are you paying for that?"
"Michael offered to pay for me because having me there would help Cas,"
"Why?"
"He feels safer around me," Dean answered smugly.
"Okay. Food?"
"Michael offered to pay,"
"Is this Michael paying for everyone?"
"I think,"
"What does he do for a living?"
"He's a psychiatrist,"
"I want to meet him so I know he's responsible before I let you go with them. Castiel's a great kid so if he's anything like him you'll have nothing to worry about," He smiled and went back to his paper. "Invite him round tonight before they leave,"
Dean smiled, getting up. "Thanks Dad, I will,"
He went back upstairs where Castiel was sat cross-legged on Dean's bed with is phone in his hand.
Dean went to sit next to him and kissed him in greeting.
"Hey," Castiel smiled.
"Hi," He trailed his hand up Castiel's arm. "You know, it's really hot that I'm completely dressed and you're still practically naked," He whispered against him ear. Castiel shivered and gulped.
"I should get dressed,"
"Do you have any spare boxers?" Dean asked.
"No, I don't carry spare boxers around with me," He cocked his head to the side in confusion trying to figure out why he would.
Dean laughed and kissed his cheek before going over to his drawer and pulling out a pair of boxers to throw at Castiel.
"Don't worry they're clean, you can keep them to remember me whenever you're alone," Dean smirked. Castiel stuck his tongue out at him, making him laugh.
He pulled his down and Dean tried to look away to be a gentleman or whatever but come on, he was a teenage boy.
After Castiel got dressed they sat on the bed together, not sure what to do.
"What did your Dad say?"
"He wants to meet Michael before we go to make sure he's 'responsible' enough,"
"Okay, that can be arranged,"
"Want to play cards?" Dean offered.
"Sure,"
He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pack of cards.
"What can you play?"
"Um, 21 and poker. I used to play poker with my Dad. If I won he wouldn't hit anyone all night," Castiel smiled slightly, clearly remembering times he'd win and save himself and his mother and brothers from getting hit.
"Wow, that's a lot of pressure," Dean winced, he couldn't imagine having to be responsible for Sammy and his Mom being hit, not that his Dad ever would but still.
"It's okay," Castiel waved it off.
"Want to play 21?"
"Sure,"
They played for a few minutes, Castiel winning sometimes then Dean winning about the same amount.
"I have an idea," Dean announced.
"Don't strain yourself," Castiel smirked.
Dean looked offended for a second before laughing. "My idea was; if I win I get to dare you to do something and if you win you get to dare me to do something,"
Castiel thought about it, watching Dean for a minute before smirking.
"Okay, deal," He smiled as Dean dealt the cards.
He had a six and an eight. "Hit me,"
Dean gave him another card, a five. Luckily, he had a really good poker face.
"Stick," He shrugged placing the cards facedown.
Dean turned his cards over; he had a ten and a seven. He took another card out the pack. Castiel smirked until he turned it over. Four.
"Ugh," Castiel turned his cards over and rubbed a hand over his face.
"Seventeen, close Cassie," Dean laughed, clearly smug.
"What do you want me to do?" Castiel sighed.
"Kinky," Dean winked. "Hmmm, ah!" He jumped up and went outside then came back in with a liter bottle of water.
"I dare you to pour this on the next person who walks past the window,"
"That's mean!" Castiel protested.
"It's a dare, you have to do it!" Dean argued back.
Castiel sighed and got up to take the bottle off him. He went over to the window and opened it.
"And now we wait," Dean smiled, sitting on his bed.
Castiel rolled his eyes and looked out the window. Dean got bored and got up to join him.
"There! Do it!" Dean pointed to a man in his late forties walking past the window. Castiel tipped the water out and Dean dragged him away from the window so the man didn't see them. They heard a few curse words from outside then the man stormed away.
Dean started laughing and Castiel joined in.
They spent a couple of hours playing and laughing until Castiel's phone started ringing, the loud rock music coming out again.
"Dude, what is your ring tone?"
"5TH Period Massacre by LeATHERMOUTH," He shrugged answering the phone.
"Hey Gabriel,"… "I'm fine,"… "Honestly, I'm fine," … "I'm on my way,"… "Okay, I will,"… "Bye Gabe," He ended the call and turned to Dean, who was laying on the floor next to him.
"I have to go home, Gabriel said you can come round if you want so we can sort out tonight… If your Dad lets you,"
"Okay, lets go,"
When they went downstairs Dean told John they were going and John reminded him about bringing Michael round before saying goodbye to Dean and Castiel.
They got back to Castiel's house and they arranged when they were going to leave – 8:00pm – and what they were supposed to bring – clothes – phone charger in case their cells die and they need to get in contact with each other – laptops for any school work they might need it for and stuff to keep themselves amused when they had free time.
Dean told Michael about what his Dad had said and timidly asked if he would be okay with meeting John.
Michael accepted and he offered to drive Dean back to his house after Dean sent a text to his Dad asking if now was a good time. John said yes so they drove down. Castiel offered to come but Michael had said he needed to pack so he had to stay home. In the car there was a slightly awkward silence.
"Dean, I need to talk to you," Michael stated.
"Okay. Shoot,"
"You know about what happened to Castiel. He's had a tough childhood,"
"Yeah,"
"I want you to just… keep in mind everything he told you while you're together,"
Dean's eyebrows drew together as he tried to think what Michael could mean.
Then it dawned on him. "You don't think I'd-"
"I don't think you'd do anything to hurt him intentionally,"
"I would never force Cas to do anything he doesn't want to do," Dean answered sincerely.
Michael watched him for a minute before returning his attention to the road, smiling. "I know you wont,"
Dean smiled back although Michael couldn't see him.
When they got to Dean's house John welcomed Michael in warmly and they made small talk for a while before John got to the point.
Long story short, by the time Dean and Michael walked back out the door John was in love with the young man.
Dean had said goodbye to John, Mary and Sam, packed and was back in Michael's car in less than an hour.
"That was impressive," Dean complimented as Michael started the engine.
"Thanks, I'm good at charming people into trusting me, that's why I became a psychiatrist," He smirked.
They drove home and Castiel was waiting at the kitchen table with Balthazar and Gabriel sat either side of him. He jumped up when they came in and before he could say anything Dean lifted up his bag and smiled. Castiel smiled back and ran up to hug him. Dean dropped his bag and caught him smiling and kissing his neck sweetly. When he let go Castiel turned to Michael and hugged him too, thanking him for persuading John.
"No problem, little bro, all packed?"
Castiel nodded and Gabriel and Balthazar both reported that they'd both checked Castiel's bag to make sure he had all his pills and anything else necessary.
"Good," Michael nodded, looking down at his watch as Castiel went back over to Dean, who looped an arm around Castiel's waist and kissed his tousled dark hair.
Uriel and Raphael came down the stairs carrying their bags and smiled at Dean, saying a polite 'Hi', which Dean returned, smiling back.
They got in the car, Michael driving, Gabriel called shotgun, Uriel, Raphael and Balthazar in the next row and Dean and Castiel in the back. Castiel sat on the left and Dean sat on the right, leaving a seat between them.
After an hour of listening to Gabriel talking about the pros and cons between Hershey's chocolate bars and Cadbury's Dean unclipped his seat belt and slid across to the middle seat, bumping hips with Castiel.
"Hey," He whispered.
Castiel smiled. "Hi,"
Dean put the seatbelt on and took Castiel's hand in his, smiling when Castiel gripped tight.
Uriel and Raphael were both asleep, leaning on each other as they'd been up at five that morning preparing mentally for this and Gabriel was bugging Balthazar and Michael just for the fun of it meaning no one was paying attention to the back seat.
"You okay?" Dean whispered, tightening his hand around Castiel's.
"Better than I'd be if you weren't here," He admitted shyly.
Dean smiled back. It was dark by now and there was only a bit of light coming in from the streetlights. Dean leant forward and pressed his lips to Castiel's softly. Castiel shifted him his seat to face Dean better, deepening the kiss.
Dean's hand went to Castiel lap.
They kissed for a while until they heard Balthazar clear his throat. They looked at him and smiled, making him smile back and turn in his seat to look at Gabriel who was whining that no one was paying attention to him.
"Sorry bro, go on," He apologized, loosing interest and rummaging through his bag to dig out a magazine five minutes mater.
When they saw the 'Welcome to New York City' sign, Dean felt Castiel stiffen so he gripped his hand tighter, hoping to convey some form of comfort. He could tell Castiel was scared.
A/N: Review please!