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A Wandering Boy
Chapter 11
Daddy Sam and Daddy Castiel
From Chapter 10
Dean hunched over by the passenger window, clutching his back pack. "It wasn't even a fight. I just decked the kid for picking on Mikey and for being a smart mouth. It was a reflex. I didn't even think about it before I hit him."
"Besides,' Dean said. "It was all Rumsfeld's fault."
Bobby was a bit surprised. "Ok, when we get home you can explain to me and Sam on the speaker phone just exactly how my dog got you suspended. Right now, just sit over there and suffer in silence. I don't want any part of this mess to splash over on my boots."
Chapter 11
Castiel answered Sam's cell phone when he saw the call was from Bobby. "Bobby, it's Castiel." He said. "Is everything alright?"
"As good as you can expect with your little darling getting suspended for fighting." Bobby grumped back. "Where's Daddy Sam?"
Castiel's dialect translator went right off line. "I am not very sure for what you just said, Bobby." Castiel answered hesitantly. "Sam is unconscious and resting right now. We just returned from the graveyard and unfortunately Sam was thrown at a headstone. It appears to have given him a mild, but not life threatening, concussion."
Castiel glanced at the sleeping Hunter. "I am planning on waking him up in twenty minutes. That is the schedule that Sam has established for concussions, although I can assure you that he is just fine. No hematoma is forming and he should be fine in the morning with only a mild headache to remind him of the incident. Now, what is it that Dean has done?"
Bobby huffed into the phone. "He's got his ass suspended from school and can't go back until Sam takes him in and meets with the school Principal."
Castiel sorted the information. "That seems a complex maneuver for getting Dean's ass back in school. If the ass goes back does the rest follow?"
Bobby laughed. "Did you just make a joke?"
"I think so," Castiel said. "I am trying to appear more human. Mr. Jess Crayton seemed to think that I had left of part of myself elsewhere. I am trying to learn how to blend in."
"What did the Hotel Manager say, exactly?" Bobby was curious.
"Mr. Crayton asked Sam if I 'was all there'. I forgot to ask Sam what that meant. Where else would I be? This is all very confusing." Castiel replied.
"Yep," Bobby said. "I can see we're going to have to work on the American idioms."
Bobby sighed. "Let me try to clear up the confusion that I have caused. Dean has caused a problem at school by striking another child. The head administrator of the school, the Principal, has decided that Dean cannot return to classes until a responsible adult; in this case his Father Sam, escorts Dean to a meeting with the Principal. "
"I understand now," Castiel said. "Do you think I am a responsible adult? Could I also attend this meeting? After all, Dean would not be here if I had not brought him."
Bobby laughed again. "Sure, Castiel; usually two adults responsible for the child do attend these kinds of meetings. You just check with Sam first. I'm sure he will be happy to oblige."
"Fine," the Angel replied. "When I wake him up I will discuss it with him. I believe we will be back in Sioux Falls by tomorrow evening. We have taken care of the ghost in the elevator and are ready to drive back. We would have been on the road already if not for Sam's unfortunate collision with the tombstone of Mrs. Ethel Ridgeway."
It seemed to Castiel that Bobby Singer was having trouble catching his breath. "Bobby, are you all right?" the Angel asked.
"I'm fine, Castiel." Bobby gasped out. "I just had forgotten how much fun you guys are to have around. See you tomorrow night."
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Castiel shook Sam's shoulder. The Hunter opened his eyes and yawned. "What's up Cas?"
"It's time for a concussion check." Castiel responded. "I believe you are just fine but you insisted that you needed this,"
Sam yawned again and stretched his arms up and then tucked them under his head. "I feel normal, Castiel. You're probably right and I'd like to sleep the rest of the night. I wish I hadn't asked you to wake me up now. My head and my back are killing me."
"Here, take these pills. They'll help you go back to sleep. I could help relieve your back and neck pain if you like." Castiel said carefully.
"What would you do?" Sam smiled up at the Seraph.
"Take off your shirt and roll over." Castiel replied. "I'll give you a back rub and see if that puts you to sleep."
"Sounds good," Sam smiled and yawned so hard his jaw cracked.
Sam sat up and slipped off his flannel and then his T-shirt and dumped them on the floor between their beds. He also unbuttoned his jeans and lay back down on his stomach. His eyes closed and he relaxed, placing himself confidently in his partner's hands.
Castiel eyed the expanse of smooth rolling muscle. He noticed just a touch of a shiver and turned up the thermostat on their wall heater.
"Just relax, Sam, if you can. I've turned up the heat for you. It should be comfortable in just a couple of minutes." Castiel had considered the possibility of Sam accepting his offer of a massage earlier and had placed scented candles on the bedside table in anticipation. When getting Sam into the bed initially and removing Sam's shoes, Castiel had noticed Sam's tense muscles and wanted to get his hands on them then but Sam had dozed off almost immediately and the offer had died on the Angel's lips.
The Angel removed his trench coat and hung it off the end of the bed then proceeded to roll up the sleeves of his pristine white shirt. As Sam settled into the mattress and released his arms to his sides, Castiel kicked off his polished shoes and climbed on the bed. He had put a bottle of baby oil on the headboard with the candles. After settling into place on Sam's thighs he warmed a healthy dab of the oil between his palms then leaned forward over the man's back. Slicked by the oil the Angel's hands glided up and over the Hunter's shoulders smoothly and a moan of relief echoed in to room.
Castiel moved his hands on to Sam's neck and worked his fingers stiffly into the tight muscles. He kneaded each muscle bundle, getting them loose and soft. Slowly the tension went out of Sam's neck and his head waved back and forth, matching the rhythm of the Angel's hands. Another soft moan escaped.
With a wave Castiel ignited the candles and the scent of pine and cinnamon, underpinned by smoky sage, wafted through the air. He added more oil to his palms and warmed it then started to walk his palm down the Hunter's spine, flattening knots and smoothing muscles. Back at the top between Sam's shoulder blades Castiel started to sweep the long muscles flat and out, chasing tension and tossing it away.
On a pass of the longest muscles leading out to the Hunter's arms, Castiel leaned forward to reach out and down those long arms, massaging the biceps smooth and running his hands down Sam's arms to the back of the Hunter's hands. As he leaned forward to extend his reach the Angel's chest rested on Sam's back momentarily. In response to the touch of the Angel's skin and a huff of warm breath on his neck, Sam hummed and settled, completely relaxed.
After a long, slow series of tension releasing passes over Sam's back Castiel heard a change in the Hunter's breathing and realized that Sam had drifted off to sleep. Taking great care he slid off Sam's thighs and got off the bed, leaving the hunter prone, relaxed and asleep.
Sam's skin glistened in the candle light, highlighted by the shiny oil. His golden skin glowed with warmth and color. Castiel leaned over carefully and pulled the coverlet up over temptation removing it from view. The Angel moved over to the other bed and lay down, watching the Hunter sleep and contemplating a very human set of feelings culminating in a sense of desire rush through his vessel.
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At the salvage yard Bobby put the littlest bad boy to work. He sent Dean out into the yard with a parts check list and a tool box.
"Now don't go climbing up those stacks alone." Bobby said. "If you see a part you need and it's up high you come get me. You bust your neck out there and I don't care what Sam says, I'll tan your bottom. Got it?"
"Yes, Master." Dean bowed down. "I live to obey."
"Get out of here, smart ass." Bobby huffed. "Just because they threw you out of school don't mean you get to sit around and watch T.V. all day. You're going to work so hard you'll wish you were back in that school. As soon as the sun goes down you get back in here and do this homework. Maybe, I'll even feed you if you do a good enough job."
Dean clattered down the stairs on his way to a parts hunt. He loved this part of living in a salvage yard. It was like a treasure hunt and the kick he got out of finding yet another good part on an old junker was like panning for gold nuggets in a mountain stream.
Shading his eyes and looking at the westering sun he figured he had a good three to four hours outside. School was alright. At least it wasn't training but he did miss the outdoors. What few memories had been seeping back over the wall in his head were always of the outdoors; woods and fields and streams.
He could hear the wild far away cry of predatory birds high in the clouds, watching for prey. Bobby's yard was right on the edge of the civilized part of the cityscape. Just over the hill were the wild woods and the open plains, calling to him. He wondered if he could convince Sam or maybe Castiel to load up a back pack and go walking. He wanted to see what was over the other side of the hill. Maybe he could even go on to the next hill and the next, wanderlust calling him.
Pulling his head back out of the clouds he went to work on Bobby's list. He was glad of the distraction. He wasn't looking forward to appearing again in front of Mr. Principal Gabriel Angelus, Fudd and the work kept his mind off the inevitable. He knew Sam wouldn't even take a deep breath until Dean's butt was back on a hard wooden school chair and he was breathing the dust of the school's books again.