"How'd you two meet?" Zachariah asks.
"School."
"He's in your class?"
"No he's a senior."
Zachariah raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to Michael. "You allow this?"
"I monitor them," Michael says, defensively.
"Not very well," Naomi replies, meeting his eyes challengingly.
"Believe me, Michael doesn't approve any more than you do. Cassie is a little rebel." Gabriel smirked at his little brother.
"Gabriel," Michael and Zachariah scold at the same time.
"Gabriel, I'd like to hear about you," Naomi says.
"You don't get to," Gabriel growls.
"You haven't changed one bit, your still a little brat."
"Not so little," Gabriel snaps. "Big enough to beat back this round."
"I don't know where you get the idea that we beat you kids. We love you Gabriel and never hurt you."
"Bullshit."
"Watch your language," Naomi growls.
"I don't have to listen to you."
"No but you should, that's why your father and I are taking back custody of you two. Michael we would love for you to live with us as well."
"Not happening," Gabriel snaps.
Michael leaned forward. "I won't let you have custody of them. When I turned eighteen, you gave it to me."
"Exactly my point," Naomi says matter of factly. "You're eighteen Michael; you can't take on this kind of responsibility. You'd be happier without having to worry about them."
"I've been doing it since I was ten, I don't mind two more years."
"You don't get a choice," Zachariah starts though he froze when the waitress brought over their food. He waited until the waitress was gone. "Not even your delusion that we hit you is going to get you custody in court. You are unfit."
"How am I unfit?"
Naomi and Zachariah started to eat.
"Eat," Naomi orders.
"No!" Gabriel yells, drawing attention.
"Keep your voice down," Zachariah says, completely in control.
While Naomi and Gabriel argued Michael and Zachariah's conversation dragged on.
"Castiel has hickeys on his neck, Gabriel's pants are ragged, his hand has bruises on it."
"So all three of us covered in bruises is better?"
"For the last time, we have never hit you," Zachariah says, putting a piece of fish in his mouth.
"You all created this lie to live a life without rules."
Castiel wanted Dean. He need Dean. His heart ached for him. Everyone was fighting and it was hurting his head. Slowly he pulled his seat back and sneaked off.
"Is everything okay over there," the hostess asks him as he passed her.
"No," Castiel says exiting the restaurant. Dean's house was only a mile or so away, hopefully he'd reach there quickly. He was exhausted by the time he got there, knocking on the door.
He heard Dean muttering and it brought a smile to his face The door swung open.
"Cas?"
Castiel moved to bury himself in Dean's chest. "The dinner was horrible, I had to see you." He looked up at him; he must have woken him up. His hair and clothes were a mess. The alpha looked nervous though. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
"You're always welcome here," Dean says.
Castiel heard footsteps and he looked up expecting to see Sam but there stood Bela. "Dean?"
"It's not what it looks like."
Castiel stepped back shaking his head. "What is it then?"
"Nothing we were just."
Castiel cut him off. "I wouldn't put out for you so you get it from her."
"Cast that's not what's happening, you know it's not. If you'd just let me explain."
Tears fell fast down Castiel's face.
Dean reached wrapping him in his arms. "Please?"
…
Dean wanted to keep Castiel that night. He shouldn't have to face his father. At first he worked on the impala to distract himself then actually cleaned his room He wished Sam was home to distract him but his younger brother was spending the night at his friends house. When the door was knocked he practically ran to the door. He froze when he saw Bela standing on his porch.
"Bela? What are you doing here?"
"Came to see you," she says happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and smashing their lips together, using her foot to close the door.
"Stop," Dean growls after the shock wore off, pushing her away.
"It's okay, your boy toy doesn't have to know about this." She went to go back to kissing him but Dean pushed her away again. He had an almost childlike face as he looked away from her. "Dean it's okay, just relax and let me take care of you." She grabbedhis face and kissed his cheek slowly moving to his lips.
"Stop it."
Bela buried her hands in his hair. "You can't be with that child much longer, you need it Dean."
The alpha stepped back. "I don't need anything especially from you."
The omega tried to take his clothes off but Dean pushed her away again. "Yes you do and I need it now give it to me!"
Bela froze as a knock rapped against the door.
"Stay there," Dean growls pushing her into a chair.
…
"Let me go," Castiel cries though he clung to him. "I hate you," the omega buried his face into the chest not knowing what to do. Dean was the one he sought comfort from. "I trusted you and," his voice broke into a sob. "I hate you so much."
The alpha buried his hand in his hair, comfortingly. "Shh, I know Cas. I know."