Hey guys! Thank you for reading my story! I hope to get a few chapters in this! The only problem is I am not a writer. I don't mind the reviews I get, whether they are few, many or rude. I'm just doing this for fun and if you don't like it then that's fine by me. Anyway, here's the second chapter!

Disclaimer: The Supernatural boys aren't mine but I'm asking for them for Christmas.

Dean shifted slowly as he began to wake. His face was nuzzled into his angels chest and he smiled sleepily, inhaling his unique scent of Earth. Cinnamon and something else that was indescribable yet so Cas. It was his favourite thing to wake up to.

"Hmm morning Cas," Dean groaned out tiredly, stretching his legs out and lifting his head up to kiss him lightly. Castiel met the kiss with a softness that was shown only to Dean and no one else. "Good Morning Dean. Did you sleep well?" Castiel replied, with a small smile on his face. Dean moved up so his head was resting on his pillow next to Cas so they were facing each other. He reached down and took his hand and squeezed. Dean loved mornings like these. It was a time when he could forget about everything and only focus on his happier parts in life. He could forget about his drunk Father. He could forget about the hunts and how he is risking his and his brothers' life by going to them, when all he wants is to keep his brother safe and away from all of this. He can just focus on the one being that means the most to him and he can be happy in these dark times.

"I slept great Cas. Thanks for staying again," Dean smiled and pressed his forehead to Castiel's. The angel hummed and closed his eyes in content.

"What are your plans for today? Is there another case?" Dean just groaned as he remembered that there was a case today. One that required them to drive to Detroit. He just wanted to stay in bed with Cas all day, not go on a four hour drive to hunt that really should've been simple enough for just his Dad to finish.

"Yeah. A simple Demon case in Detroit. I remember Dad saying he wanted to leave in the early afternoon. You're coming with right? We could use you." Dean tightened his hold on Cas' hand hoping he would come. He didn't want to be away from him just yet.

"Of course Dean. Heaven does not require me today so I will accompany you."

Dean let out a sigh in relief and kissed him again. "Thanks Cas." They kissed languidly for a few minutes before Dean felt self- conscious about his morning breath and got up to brush his teeth. Cas sat up and flattened his hair down before moving to stand by the bedroom door waiting for Dean to come back. When he did, the young hunter smiled, took his hand and led him to the dining room where his father and brother were already seated. Sam looked up at them and smiled.

"Hey bro! Hey Cas!" He greeted, nibbling on a piece of toast. He looked so innocent when he did this and Dean couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The dude was clever and he wanted to be normal, but being part of the Winchester family means you'll never get it. Hunting was their life. Dean temporarily let go of Cas' hand to scruff up Sam's hair, "Morning Sammy!" The younger Winchester growled in protest and smacked his hand away. Dean just laughed and went back to Cas, dragging him towards the two available seats on the round table. Dean made sure he sat next to his Dad, as it was no secret that John disliked the angel, ever since he began an "unnatural" relationship with his son. There were no morning greetings from his father but Dean didn't expect any, so he just sighed and went along with his routine. He picked up two slices of toast, buttered them and gave one to Cas.

"Dean. You know I do not need to…" Cas started but Dean interrupted him.

"Yeah yeah Cas I know you don't need to eat, but humour me for a minute okay?" Cas squinted at his partner in that adorable way of his, before sighing in resignation and taking the toast from Dean, eating it slowly. Dean smiled triumphantly and patted his shoulder before starting on his slice of toast. He looked at his Dad warily before asking, "So er…what we got today?"

John Winchester looked at his son for the first time that morning and put his cup of coffee down. "I told you this yesterday," he replied exasperated. His eldest son flinched a little at his tone, before bucking the courage to answer back.

"Yeah, I-I-I know. I just wanted you to enlighten me." Cas placed a comforting hand on Deans knee as he noticed his charge was getting a little frustrated with his father. He just wished John Winchester would be accepting like all fathers should be. It made Dean's life more difficult than what he deserved.

"I'm not repeating myself son, so listen better the next time," replied John as he picked up his coffee. Dean's eyes were downcast and he let out a small "Yes Sir," in reply to his father. Castiel clenched his fist as he watched the exchange. He was overwhelmed by the urge to put John Winchester in his place. How dare he speak to his charge like he was nothing? They were father and son. There should be love between them, a need to keep each other happy and together, but they were just falling apart. Sam could feel the tension in the room, so he cleared his throat, picked up a magazine and began reading it with minimal interest.

Dean looked at Cas for a second and saw his rigid pose. He put an arm around his shoulder to offer comfort and to silently say that he was used to this so the angel shouldn't mind too much. But Castiel could not get rid of the burning need in his chest that told him to protect Dean Winchester from his father. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down for Dean's sake. John spared a glance at him a lifted an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked although no part of him seemed to really care about the angel at all. Castiel slowly opened his eyes and gave the man his most threatening stare.

"I would appreciate it if you spoke to your son with more respect. He has done nothing but follow your footsteps and has become a great hunter for someone of his age. Yet you always look down on him and degrade him. It is unacceptable to treat your eldest like this." Castiel did not back down as he saw John visibly bristle at his words. Dean was shocked at Castiel's sudden outburst and he was worried as to how this confrontation would end.

"Who the hell are you to tell me how I should treat my son? I raise him how I want him to be raised. I've gone wrong somewhere, I know that, but that's only because he's hooked up with you. A freakin angel. A male angel."

Castiel tensed, stood up slowly and shot back, "May I remind you that this angel can smite you where you stand with just a flick of a wrist. I would watch yourself Winchester." John was on his feet too, his posture showed that of a hunter ready to kill another monster. "Not if I gank you first you dick." Castiel was ready to lunge at him, before Dean got between them and placed a hand on Cas' chest.

"Woah. Cas calm down. Don't do this. It's fine okay? I'm fine with it." He moved his head to try and catch Cas' gaze. It was focused on John's but he finally relaxed enough to look at Dean. He closed his eyes and nodded, before sitting down again, although still visibly tense from the conflict. Dean turned to his father. "Sit down Dad. There's no need for this." John just glared at the boy.

"Don't tell me what to do." He moved around his chair a stormed out of the room to the front door. He went outside and slammed the door behind him. Dean flinched at the sound and let out a small sigh. Sitting down again, he placed his head on Cas' shoulder fought back tears. He hadn't cried for years, but now seeing how much his father disliked him just because he got with Cas…well…it's broken something inside him and he hated it. Sam, who had been quiet throughout the whole exchange just smiled sympathetically at his brother, to offer a small comfort, before getting back to reading his magazine. Cas wrapped an arm around Dean and placed a kiss at the top of his head.

"I'm sorry Dean."