Passenger 3-B
Chapter Thirty
Dean was terrified to sleep, fearing that he might have another sex dream about Cas when they were in college. However, he must have dozed off and was woken by the alarm at eight o'clock am. He wanted to get a head start to the day, anticipating seeing his mom, and wanted to look perfect.
Dean was rehearsing what he wanted to tell Mary when Adam knocked on the bedroom door. Dean glanced at himself in the mirror, hoping his khaki pants and blue dress shirt that his parents had given him as a present one year, would be presentable enough.
Adam had a smile on his face, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, but I ordered my mom's favourite flowers so can we pick them up…it's along the way?"
"Sure and I bet she loves them." Adam replied as they were soon on their way.
As soon as they pulled into the driveway, John was waving at them from inside the garage where he was working on his classic car.
"Wow, you still have that '67 Chevy?" Adam cheerfully asked, walking to the shiny black vehicle.
"Yeah, she's my baby," John answered, noticing his son was still in Adam's car. "Is Dean coming in?"
Adam turned around, "I thought he was right behind me, but I know he wants to be here."
Trying not to pressure Dean, John opened the hood of the Impala to keep Adam and himself busy until his son was ready. About fifteen minutes later, Dean exited the car with the casserole and flowers, giving the duo a small smile.
"Hi, son."
"Hi, Dad."
John walked toward him, "You look great…uh, your mom will be happy to see you."
"Really…she wants to see me?"
"Of course!" John exclaimed. "We both love and want to see you."
Dean watched his father, then glanced at the front door.
"Son, why don't you go in and say hi," John encouraged with a wide smile.
Dean nodded and slowly walked to the front door, which was unlocked. He peeked through the door, not knowing if he should speak. He was entering the family room when Mary called his name from the top of the stairs.
"Hi Mom," Dean softly replied.
Mary slowly came down the stairs as her only child watched her. Dean noticed that she had a blonde wig on, but her smile made her look healthy and happy.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?" she asked, while leading him into the kitchen and taking the items from his hands. "I made an apple pie just for you."
Dean nodded and Mary began slicing up the homemade treat and poured two glasses of milk. "Dean, you look great…I mean, really healthy."
"Thanks, so do you."
"Thanks, but you had me and your father worried though," Mary proclaimed. "We thought you were going to die and for what…a diet that your boyfriend put you on. Dean, how could you be dismissing Jo's memory?"
And here it started. Why am I really here? "Mom, please."
"Dean, why can't you see that you are ruining Jo's memory? What about your daughter! Even Brianna would be ashamed of the way you are carrying on with your life! The faggy relationships; starving yourself; the hospitalization! And worst of all, not here when I needed you the most! I was dying and needed you here, but no…you were fucking some billionaire by becoming his boytoy. You don't even work anymore…just him fucking you and you fucking him!"
Dean tried to hold in his tears but some fell anyway, "I love Jo and Brianna with all my heart, but I uh, know what they would've wanted from me. And I'm not a boytoy…I uh…"
Mary interrupted him by throwing down her fork, "Stop it, Dean! You are a disgraceful husband and father! And as your mother, I'm determined to help you snap out of this faggot phase!"
"Mom, stop…please."
Mary sighed, taking a hold of his hand, "Dean, I love you and make it my life mission to help you…be a normal young man."
Dean jerked away from his parent and stood, "Mom, I know you've always hated me and I can accept that, but I'm happy…finally happy and I just wanted to come by and say that I love you."
"Dean, wait!" Mary stood, grabbing his arm, "Honey, I love you too and I never hated you. I told you this before and I mean it. It's just that I hate what you are doing with your life. Jo would be every disappointed in you, so that's why I want to help."
"Stop talking about Jo…Bill understands me, so why can't you!" Dean shouted.
"Bill…he's a joke too! The way he moved on from Ellen with that secretary of yours…its disgraceful!"
"Bill moved on coz he's happy and Luci is the best thing that happened to him since that fucking explosion!" he screamed, tearing flowing. "You're one of the lucky ones…you didn't have you family blown to bits! Your spouse is still alive and being all alone fucking sucks! So, count yourself lucky that you have dad and no longer a faggy son who you hate!"
"I don't hate you! Listen to what I am saying!"
"You're not listening to me!" Dean screamed. "You could've died from cancer and that would've made dad a basket case! Jeez…don't you know how I envy you…I wanna be happy too! And now I finally am!"
Mary sat back down as her tears began flowing too, "I'm sorry. You're right…I am lucky to have my family. And I do love you, but you are going against God with your lifestyle."
Dean reluctantly sat next to her, "I can't be in your life if you will not accept me for who I am! And Sam too…I love him. I made mistakes in my life, but he's not one of them. I want a future with him, as a partner in life…not just sex, but I want to share everything with him…including you."
Mary stared at him, seeing beyond his faults. "I know. But its hard…I was raised to believe in what is right and what is wrong. And two men being together are wrong, but I uh…"
Dean waited for his mother, knowing she was trying, but lately, he felt the need to reconnect with his parents. He craved their love, still not knowing how they really felt. Do they love me because they have to?
Dean's thoughts were interrupted, "Honey, I am very grateful for the amount of money Sam has spent on my successful road to recovery and I'll never forget that, but you're my son and I want what's best for you. So, now you don't need to whore yourself out anymore. I'm better…healthy, but terribly worried about you."
Dean responded as more tears fell, "I'm not Sam's whore…we're in love! I never asked him for money…ever! He helped you on his own…you need to thank him. Sam did it out of love for me…not just because I'm a good fuck."
Mary sat there for a few awkward moments, sobbing in pain. However, Dean's only thought were of what he just said… Sam did it out of love for me. For the first time, he realized that the therapy sessions must have gotten through to him…I am worth it. I want to be with Sam and he truly wants to be with me, despite all the craziness that has been going on.
"Dean I know that Sam helped me for you and I'll never forget that, but you're my son and I want what's best for you. I promised your father that I would go to a therapy session with you, but I'm not sure if I can change my beliefs." Mary added, "I love you and want to spend time with you…without Sam though. Would that be okay?"
"I don't know," Dean replied. "I wouldn't want to argue or have you bash him with words."
"We can take small steps."
Dean nodded, "I want that, but do you really?"
Mary cupped his cheek, "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I think we have a long road, but maybe God gave us a new lease on life to move forward and I want to take that journey with you." Mary said, wiping away tears. "Maybe we can start by having pie and milk."
Dean smiled, "Yeah, I would like that."
"Good," she remarked, handing him a napkin. "And I also made another one for you to take home…I guess to share with him…I mean, uh, Sam."
Dean nodded, "Thanks, Mom, I think he would appreciate that…you know, the pie and the gesture."
Mary kissed him on the cheek, "I love you, Dean."
TBC…
Author's Notes: Hi, I wanted to thank Kinthinia, who took time out to beta this for me! She also gave me the best line of the whole chapter- "So, now you don't need to whore yourself out anymore."
Also, this story will be wrapping up in a few more chapters and I honestly appreciate everyone who has read this story…THANK YOU!