Pontiac, Illinois

The third oldest Novak sibling slowly made his way towards his Father's study, since the escape of his younger sibling he had been given the task of tracking down Castiel and bringing him back to his Father. A task that had been tedious he had underestimated how well Castiel could cover his tracks, he knocked to announce himself before entering the dark study. A single source of light coming from dying ambers in the fireplace, he saw the outline of his Father sitting at his desk. "Have you found him yet Raphael?" a sliver of intimidation warned his entire being. "Not yet Father. Castiel has covered his tracks well." His Father made a cruel sound causing his blood to run cold. "You are a fool Raphael. Find Gabriel and you will undoubtedly find that disgusting Abomination. Do not fail me Raphael, I want him back here."

Lawrence, Kansas

"Sammy what did you say?" Dean slid off the bed and opened the door as Sam walked in unaware of what he had interrupted. "Dad's home he's in the Garage."

Castiel to give the Brothers a chance of reunion with their Father started to pack away the books and notes his hands still shaking from Dean's attention. "Cas what are you doing?" he dropped one of the books as Dean placed his hand on his shoulder. "Your Father is home, I wanted to give you some space." A worried look crossed Sammy's young features the worry filling his eyes, as Dean looked bemused. "Believe me Cas, he won't be around long enough. There's no point."

Castiel almost sensed resentment radiating from Dean as he followed him down to the Garage; it felt like Dean was trying to prove a point about his Father. He pushed open the door to find a bearded older man examining the Impala with the similar interest that Dean displayed whenever he was working on the car. When the older man heard their entrance, Castiel watched as Father and Son stared at each in a stony silence. "Dad." The word came out curtly. "Son, you're looking well." The exchange caused more silence until the older man noticed Castiel half hiding behind Dean. "Who's your friend?" Dean moved aside as his Father's eyes took him the scrawny youngster with interest. "This is Cas, he's Gabriel Novak's Little Brother." Seeing as introductions were necessary Dean indicated to his Father. "Cas my Father, John Winchester. Dad, Castiel Novak." John held out a hand, which Castiel shook almost cautiously not knowing what to think or feeling about the swift introductions. "I never knew Gabriel had siblings." Dean snorted at his Father's word. "You only met his Brother once by chance after his car broke down."

Castiel knew the feeling of the calm before a storm and without hesitation he spoke needing to get away. "Dean, I must go Gabriel will be wondering where I am. It was nice meeting you Mr. Winchester." He passed the Father and Son praying silently for them to feel peace, he stopped to turning smiling slightly at Dean whose face and eyes never once responded. "I will see you at school tomorrow." He got no reply but remained aware of what words could be said between the strained Father and Son.

As usual Dean and Castiel saw very little of each other throughout the school day, Castiel was already in the Gym 'shooting hoops' as Dean called it when he arrived, he watched impressed at the progress Castiel had made. "Not bad, you're getting pretty good at that." He caught the ball and passed it back to Castiel who gripped it like it was a lifeline while Dean checked the Gym before moving behind Castiel, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. "Shame my Dad had to ruin last night though." Castiel bounced the basketball on the floor a couple times before letting it fall and roll away. "You do not seem on good terms with your Father." Dean had seemingly taken a profound interest with the skin behind his ear. "He's a deadbeat never there when we needed him, always when we didn't need him." His stomach clenched. "Surely he cares for you." Dean's arms tightened a fraction and he sighed into his neck. "Yeah he loves us but he loves Mom more."

Castiel pulled and moved away picking the ball up distracting himself from the effect of Dean's words of description about his Father. "You okay?" Castiel shrugged putting the ball back in the bag, keeping his eyes downturned. "Fine."

"Don't lie to me Cas." Dean pulled Castiel back into his embrace resting his chin on his head. "What's bothering you?"

"It is my fault for bringing it up." With a little effort Castiel freed himself once again and went about cleaning up the sports equipment leaving Dean confused by his actions. "Your Dad was the same right?" he saw Castiel's back stiffen at the words; the simple action answered his question. "In a way." A shot of irritation ran through his body at Cas' vague answers it was almost like Cas purposely switched off when he did not want to answer questions… or maybe it was because he could not. "What did he do to you?" slowly Castiel stopped what he was doing for a moment and looked over at Dean who had not once moved. And Dean saw something extraordinary in the bright blue eyes, he had seen many different Cas' and learnt a lot about him as he came clean and opened up about his past. But Cas' eyes were filled with vulnerability an emotion he had never witnessed or even noticed, his blue eyes stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights he was not sure whether he was going to bolt and burst into tears. "My Father blames me for my Mother's death and to this day he has never stopped reminding me."

Dean took a moment to digest the new and shocking information about the darkness of Cas' life. "Is that why you…"

Castiel gripped one of his forearms tightly digging his fingers into the flesh through his shirt. "Yes I could not cope after Gabriel left." Dean felt a hundred questions pop into his mind but he noticed how a single question caused Cas such distress he resisted as Castiel's fingers clenched and unclenched into his arm. He watched as Castiel repeated the motion several times what he saw he had seen Sammy do in great moments of stress, although he was grateful and thankful Sammy had never hurt himself with the stress of not having a Dad in his life for most of his life, they had both adapted. Carefully Dean took Castiel's arm pulling back the sleeve to find deep finger marks in the skin and rubbed the forearm in his hands. "Listen to me okay," the eyes were still full of the vulnerable echoes and whatever memories had made him distraught. "When you're ready, you tell me okay and we'll talk."

From a distance the boys completely unaware of the presence, Lisa watched as Dean pressed a single kiss the Castiel's forehead.

She turned away pure hatred filling her body at Dean's actions towards the Freak, what did he have she did not have?

He was a nobody. She was a somebody. He could barely speak to people, and everyone respected and liked her. He was going to regret every moving to Lawrence, Kansas.

A/N: I believe the theme from Psycho would describe Lisa... She's freaking me out! Yikes, it's never made me more uncomfortable to write her state of mind... It's actually creeping me out a little.

And I'm pleased you like the previous chapter I get the feeling you've been waiting for that moment ;) I hope it was... fulfilling :D heh Love Hugs!