Dean knew he was screwed. His hands were shaking, what would he say to his dad?
That he stalked some angel eyed hipster glasses wearing guy home and then got drunk with him and almost lost himself into having a very homosexual experience.
Yeah, no. That would not swing with John Winchester.
Checking his phone every time he hit red lights, his brother had convinced their father that he was home all night and that he went out to get milk and that something must have happened.
The lights turned green and he sped off down the road, turning left and pulling up in front of their house. He could almost see the anger of his father radiating out the house. He crept up to the door and stood there fearing what was to come.
You never knew what was to be expected of John Winchester, he'd be a very reasonable easy to talk to man one moment then faster than a switch he'd change to the most wrath fuelled person you will ever meet.
He just stood there, coming up with a reason to why he wasn't home. Before he the chance to even gather his thoughts the door in front of him swung open. Sam stood there, neatly dressed, his almost shoulder length hair cleanly swept back.
"Dean." Was all Sam managed to say before John Winchester himself appeared behind his younger brother.
"Inside, now."
Dean was holding his breath as he walked into their home. He couldn't help but let his mind drift towards thinking about how his house and Castiel's differed so much.
Brown warn out furniture spread through the house. Books and papers piled around everywhere. Nothing was ever in any order, everything just went everywhere.
A rough hand shoved Dean into the kitchen, no needing to wonder who was responsible for that.
"So where's the milk?" The same hand turned Dean around to face his cold hearted father.
"The store was closed?" Fuck, he could have been smart enough to at least remember to bring in milk, at least that way it'd be more believable.
"What, so you decided to go all around the god damn world to find milk? And not one store was open?"
Dean was about to lace out his next lie but he didn't get a chance. His father stepped closer to him, only inches from his face. The green eyed man tried holding back swallowing, he could see his father smelling him, checking for any traces of alcohol.
"S-sir"
"Save it, Dean. Go and get ready. Make sure you look presentable. We have family business to attend to today, and I swear on your mother's grave if you screw this up, you'll be thrown six feet underground." His voice was low and Dean wouldn't have been able to hear it if it weren't for them both being so close to each other.
Giving a quick nod, Dean scrambled towards his room. He could feel his heart about to burst out of his chest. No father should put that much fear into their son. This morning had been quite wild already. He glanced down at his wrist and noticed it was only 9am.
A groan escaped his mouth as he neared his bed. I thudded down upon it, letting out a muffled scream into his pillow. He decided he wanted to survive through this day so he quickly got up and changed his clothes.
Luckily he had showered at Cas's place, god knows he'd only piss off his Dad more if he went now. Striping down he threw on his black fitted jeans and white buttoned up shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. Throwing on a green tie, he thought he'd be presentable enough for his father. Before leaving his room, he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, in an attempt to give it some sort of style.
Sighing he exited his room and greeted his father and brother once again in the kitchen. Sam had a blue plaid shirt on, with neatly fitting jeans as well. Sam, being the younger of the siblings, could usually get away with things more, hence what he looked like wasn't as concerning to their father.
John wore a black shirt and pants, his outfit added to his character, something dark and menacing.
"Dean, keys. We'll be taking the impala to a… friends house." John's mouth curled into a devilish smile, which both received looks from both the Winchester brothers.
They both followed John into the impala, Dean riding shot gun whilst Sam hung around in the back. The ride was silent and Dean took comfort in watching his surroundings.
As they neared their destination that their father was taking them to, he noticed that he had taken the same path going home this morning.
Utter confusion spread through him, as he stepped out of the impala he, his brother and father were greeted by the short threatening and kind of doped out man he had breakfast with this morning.
"John Winchester… Ah Dean, long time no see" Gabriel threw him a wink.
A confused look was passed between Gabriel and Dean from his father. Whilst the older Winchester greeted Gabriel, Dean motioned to Gabriel to keep what happened this morning quiet.