Chapter Seven

It was that same Saturday, the day they had gotten away with stealing John's car and getting drunk in the process.

They'd basically spent all day watching classic horror movies like Nightmare On Elm Street eating unhealthy snacks and sodas. But Castiel's mind was elsewhere.

He was now sure of how he felt about Dean, and he knew he wasn't the only one who felt that way. He just had to figure out some way to get Dean to open up to him, which was basically impossible.

But even if it was going to be difficult, he had to try anyways. After dinner he finally got his chance.

He looked over a Dean with his sexiest smile, and deepest eyes, and began with his descent into a dark road there was no promise of coming out of.

"Hey Dean," Castiel began, using his deep voice, which he knew Dean melted at the sound of. "feelin up for some pie?"

Castiel ended with the raising of an eyebrow, using the same words Dean did only a few weeks ago.

Dean was at a loss for words, thinking about how amazing Castiel looked in that moment, not to mention the depth of his voice. It gave him cold chills, even though he'd been sweating for the past hour.

"Uh, yeah, sure Cas. Let me just… get my uh… my…"

Dean mentally slapped himself for stammering so much. Castiel thought it was adorable.

"…shoes?"

Castiel helped with a chuckle, but Dean was already halfway upstairs when he shouted down to him.

"YEAH! THOSE!"

A sly smile came across Castiel's face. It was already working. A few more tries and Dean would be putty in his hands.

~.~.~.~

"So why'd you wanna come here?"

Dean asked, sitting down with his plate, holding an enormous slice of pie. Same order as every time, cinnamon apple with extra whipped cream. Personally, Castiel enjoyed the extra whipped cream.

"I don't know… seemed… sentimental."

Dean stopped his fork from entering his mouth, disappointing Castiel.

"Um… sentimental?"

Dean asked. Castiel hadn't planned it to go this way, but he supposed his plan would work this way too.

"Well, I figured the first time we actually bonded was in this diner."

Dean wanted to push the subject, he wanted to know more, but he put it aside, deciding it would probably lead to something he didn't want it to. He continued to eat his pie, and Castiel hurried to come up with something else, now that his plan was turning slightly.

"Cas, you never told me your story."

Dean said, changing the subject while keeping eyes on his fork.

This subject was one that Castiel generally avoided. It was tough for him to talk about.

Hearing the silence, Dean looked up to see the pained look on Castiel's face. He immediately regretted the question.

"Oh, shit, Cas, I'm sorry, I didn't kno-"

Dean started stammering.

"Enough. It's perfectly fine. I suppose it needed to be told sometime."

Dean sat quietly, giving Castiel the stage.

"My household wasn't the best. I never knew my father. My mother, Eve, was forced to raise my brothers and I. I was the youngest of three. Michael was 14 when I was born, and Rafael was 9. They were awful people, Dean. They didn't appreciate anything my mother did for us. She was in between jobs constantly, usually taking on 2 or 3 at a time. We were living in old apartment, shacks, and when things got really bad, shady motels. Michael's father leaving had scarred him dreadfully, and we didn't have the money for therapy or medication, so he spiraled. When I was four, he moved out. Disappeared. No one knew where he went for four whole years. We learned later, when I was 6 to be exact, that he'd been found dead on the side of the ride from overdose. It killed my mother. She was so depressed, and Rafael ended up being my core provider. One day when I was eight, I was called down to the office at school to be told that there was a house fire… my house. Everyone inside was killed. That happened to be the day my mother had taken off, to take car of Rafael that was home sick. I've been in an orphanage ever since, in and out of foster homes."

Castiel looked down at his hands, finishing his speech, nervous of what Dean had to say. Suddenly, he felt a presence next to him.

He looked up to see that Dean had left his seat across the table to come sit next to Castiel in attempt to comfort his friend.

"Look Cas, it goes without saying that I'm sorry, but I know you've heard that a thousand times. I don't know what I would do if I lost Sammy. That kid is my world. Killing Adam already-"

Castiel looked up at Dean very worryingly. Dean realized he hadn't yet told Castiel about that.

"Um… last year. I had a younger brother, Adam. He was three, and we were swimming at a friend's pool while we were house-sitting. I went inside to get something to drink while I was supposed to be watching him, when I came outside…" Dean trailed off, leaving Castiel to figure put the rest. "I've always blamed myself. I mean, it's obvious that it's my fault."

Castiel reached for Dean's hand and squeezed.

"Dean, you can't blame yourself for this. You can't carry that burden with you for the rest of your life. It will literally kill you. You have to accept what happened, and move on. It's not healthy for you to keep those things bottled up inside like that."

Dean looked into Castiel's eyes, and couldn't help but feel at home inside them. They comforted him, made him forget everything shitty in his life.

There wasn't anymore denying his feelings for Castiel. He did what his gut told him and leaned in, his lips meeting Castiel's with a spark, just like in his dream.

He was beside himself with happiness, as was Castiel. Finally their true feelings were out in the open, and Castiel was glad they could move on, still keeping his lips locked with Dean's.

They heard the sound of the ringing bell, indicating a new costumer, but neither cared. They were in a different world with each other.

"…Castiel?"

At first the tone was soft, but by the end of his name, the realization had struck the stranger, and the familiar voice raised a few octanes.

Castiel looked up, startled, to see a very furious Mr. Crowley staring back, fists clenched. Castiel was completely dumbstruck.

Thoughts started to race through his mind. What is he going to do? What happens when a foster child is found having relationships with the family.

"What the hell? Jesus, Castiel, do you do this every time you go somewhere?"

Castiel was still slack-jawed, unable to answer Crowley. Dean sat quietly, seeing where this event was to go.

Crowley stormed over to where they were sitting, yanking Castiel out of his seat before storming out with him in tow.

"HEY! WAIT, I can explain, it's my fault!"

Dean shouted after them, but it was no good. Crowley was dead set on his intentions. Castiel looked back at Dean, his eyes filling with tears.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Castiel said, almost too quietly for Dean to hear, his voice cracking on the last word.

Dean watched them walk out of the doors, and go to where Crowley had parked. He violently ripped the door open, and threw Castiel inside. Moments later he was peeling out of the parking lot, headed for Dean's house.

Dean stood still, processing what had just happened. He sat back down at his booth.

It seemed like hours has passed by, when he finally stood up to leave. He muttered one more thing in anger before walking out the door to face what was ahead of him.

"I hope you're apple pie is freakin worth it."

This chapter was hard to write :( I hated doing that to my babies! lol :) The last part was a wee bit cheesy, but I watched the Scarecrow episode today and it was fresh on my mind ^-^

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