A/N: I wasn't sure if this would be the best movie... But my friend told me to go with it... Thank you for all the reviews and favorites and follows :3 you guys are awesome! I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 4 – Home Sweet Home

Castiel gave Dean his shirt the next day, and when Dean got home cleaning it was the first thing he did. After that he just went through with his homework and helped Sam doing some pretty difficult math problems.

After that Dean just let Sam pick a movie and they both watched it. Sam had picked one of his favorite movies of all times, in part he just wanted to annoy Dean with his choice, but he knew his brother better than that… He knew that deep down, Dean loved this. He had picked the first High School Musical. He liked to sing and dance along with Troy, while he heard Dean complaining about the movie, but when Troy started to sing, he could see Dean's lips moving along with the lines… So, when he sensed his brother tense up, he would just ask for this movie to be on, and the tension would be released.

Half way through the movie, Charlie called Dean and when she heard the television sound, she almost yelled to the cell-phone.

"Dean! You're watching High School Musical without me?!"

Dean chuckled.

"Sammy really wanted to see it… Besides, we have to take the opportunity when Dad's not at home yet. You know that as soon as he gets home he just takes the remote away from us… We have to stop everything that we're doing to let him watch whatever the hell he wants…"

Charlie sighed.

"I know… Sorry… It's just that Ashley Tisdale looks hot in those movies…"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. So does Zac Efron." He told her, smiling.

They both liked to play around, and playing around with each other was the best.

As the conversation continued, Dean started hearing the purr of the impala stopping.

"Shit. Dad's home. I'll talk to you later, Charlie."

They weren't wealthy, but with Dean working for Bobby and occasionally helping Jo, he got himself enough money to get a cell phone. Their father might be an alcoholic, but he likes to be an alcoholic in front of a TV screen, so they had a pretty decent TV at their place, and a couple of scary movies because that's how John Winchester likes to spend a good afternoon. Dean was now saving up to buy a computer that he would share with Sam.

They paused the movie quickly and started gathering everything that was out of place. Dean sent Sam to their room as his dad entered the house.

He opened the door and Dean knew this wasn't going to end well.

"You fucker! You were using my TV weren't you, you useless peace of shit?!"

Dean looked back and saw that he missed the 'pause' button, and instead he hit the 'mute button'.

SHIT! I can't believe I hit the wrong button!

"What the fuck is that on the screen?! You fucking gay!" Dean flinched at his words. He should be used by now… But he obviously wasn't. "If you wanna watch men dancing around and shaking their dicks, then go to a FUCKING MONSTER CLUB! That's where you belong!"

Dean lowered his head. He wasn't ashamed of himself… No, that wasn't it… His fists clenched, his nails were starting to dig in his flesh. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was trying not to go and give a high five to his dad's face… With as much strength as he could…

No, he wouldn't do that… Things would be worse… And he couldn't do that… Not with Sammy in the house.

"What? You won't even try to fucking defend yourself?! You're such a pussy, Dean! I am ashamed of calling you my son…" His father continued.

As usual, Dean tried to think about something else. Anything. Just something to make him stop and not go after his father. Fathers aren't supposed to be offensive; they are supposed to care about their sons… At least that's what Dean always told himself. He wanted to believe it, but his father's words still hurt. He knew better than to believe in him, but it still hurt to hear them.

"I'm sorry… It was for a project." Dean mumbled, trying to sound confident, he didn't want his father to hit him.

"Yeah, sure Dean! And I'm Santa Claus! You can't fool me, you little shit! You better never lie to me again!" John punched the wall. "You better not watch this thing again! If I so much catch you thinking about it, you're going to suffer!"

Stay calm Dean. Just nod… You just need to nod.

He did as he commanded himself. He raised his head slightly and nodded.

His father looked pleased by that action.

"And where is Sam?" While John never even tried to care about Dean, he had a bit of a soft spot for Sam, but it was just when he wasn't all that intoxicated.

"He's studying." Dean lied. It was better this way. He could keep his father thinking his brother wasn't watching it with him, while he took all the blame. It was the right thing to do, protect his baby brother.

John nodded.

"You should be studying too, your brother is so much better than you little fag." He said shaking his head.

It was becoming a bit too much for Dean. His heart was hurting by so many harsh words from his father.

"I know… I'm going to study now." He said as he excused himself upstairs to his shared bedroom.

Dean and Sam shared a bedroom. There were nights where they would just pretend to be happy, but there were nights where Dean would just put himself in front of his brother to protect him from his father's hand, shoe, belt... Anything he had in his hands actually.

He opened the door to their room and got himself inside.

"I'm sorry, Dean!" Sam jumped to him. He didn't mean for John to catch them watching the movie… He just wanted to spend some time with his brother… "I didn't mean for him to catch us!"

Sam was almost in tears.

Dean held Sam close.

"Hey… Calm down. I'm okay…" Dean said as he tried to sooth his brother. "He didn't do anything to me."

It was a common thing. Every time John got angry, Dean would be his punching bag. He would always save Sammy. Never wanting for him to get hurt. He knew just how much his father could hurt him when he was angry… He didn't want Sam to get hurt like that too.

"He might have done nothing, but I heard him, Dean… I know just how mean he was to you! And it's my fault! I should have suggested another movie! If it had been one horror movie he would have at least approved of it! I'm sorry Dean!"

Dean sighed. He pulled his brother as close as he could.

"I know, Sammy. Let's just stay here for now… I'll go cook us dinner in a while." Dean assured Sam.

He could feel his brother still shaking, but he was by far much more relaxed now.