Update! Sorry it's only been Dean's POV lately. Enjoy and please review!
Dean:
"I didn't mean to," I said.
"Stop acting like the victim! You think it was easy for me? Do you think I have it easy?" Castiel said, his voice escalating. His nose flared in anger.
"That's not what I meant."
"Tell the truth Dean. I know when you're lying."
In my head, I tried to rearrange the next few words I would say. "It's just you are respected everywhere you go and me... I have nothing. And me admitting it, that's the worst thing that could happen to me."
"So me breaking up with you isn't the worst thing?"
"Yes it is. Please don't break up with me. I'll tell my parents if you want."
"IF I WANT? Did you think we could just date in secret and hope your parents don't catch us? I can't do this Dean."
"I'm sorry. Just give me time."
"I can't," Castiel said, with a certain sadness that made me regret my decision to lie to my parents all over again.
"But you don't want to break up with me," I said, hoping he would remember how much he liked me.
"You're right. It kills me to say those words, but it feels like I love you more in this relationship."
"It's the same, I promise!"
"I don't know anymore. I can't feel it." Castiel said.
"But I love you," I said, staring at his back that was walking away from me further and further each second.
"That's the last thing he said to me," I said, tears pouring out of my eyes.
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry," Jo said, pulling me in for a hug.
We didn't talk for a while, neither of us knew what to say.
"What am I going to do?" I finally say.
"I think he wants you to put him on the same level, not to choose."
"But how? It's him or my family."
"Tell them. If you think Castiel is worth it, then tell them."
"And what if they don't love me anymore."
"Family will love you no matter what."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I have to tell them." I wasn't sure if I meant it as a statement or a question.
"Yeah, you do," Jo said.
I was back at home. From breaking up with Castiel and having to ask Jo for advice-yet again-, I wasn't sure how my day could get any worse. Pacing in my bedroom while waiting for my parents to come back home didn't help one bit. I had no idea how I was going to tell them. I was going to wing it. I wasn't even sure how to "wing" anything. Even trying to do my homework which was my safe haven didn't calm my nerves. I plugged my headphones and my blasted music.
Nearly ten songs played before my family came back home.
"Hey Dean," my mom said, her eyes giving an one-over in the room.
"Mom, there's no one here except for me."
"Good, there shouldn't be. Did you finish your homework?"
Now was the perfect time to tell my mother what I had been dying to tell her the entire day. "Yeah."
"Ok good. Wash up, dinner is ready."
I nodded. I had chickened out and I hated myself even more for it. It was two words I had to say and it couldn't even come out. What was wrong with me?
Dinner was thankfully quick and I was completely zoned out. I excused myself and escaped to my room. A few moments later, there was a knock on my door.
"Honey, what's wrong?" my mom asked.
I sat on the edge on my bed. "Mom, I have to tell you something and you might not like it, but I hope you still want me after this."
Mom gave me a confused look and took a seat next to me. "What happened?"
"Mom, I'm gay. I was going to tell you earlier, but I was scared. "
It took my mom a minute to respond. "Oh, I guess it makes sense."
"It makes sense?"
"I'm your mother and I should have guessed it earlier. Maybe I was lying to myself all those times I saw something I didn't like."
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, you don't need to be sorry. There's nothing wrong with being gay. I'm glad that you told me."
"So you're not angry?"
"I'm not angry, but I'm guessing Castiel is. I think your boyfriend telling you that you're just a friend isn't too good huh?"
"How did you know?"
"Because you didn't look so happy after you walked Castiel out the other night...and I heard some of the argument."
"Does dad know?"
"No, I don't think so. But, let's keep it to ourselves first okay? Just wait until I talk to him."
"Can you tell him for me? That I'm gay?"
"Sweetie, is that a good idea? Don't you want to tell him yourself?"
"Yeah, you're right. I'll tell him."
"Okay. I'll go talk to him now."
I nodded. The talk with my mom came a whole lot easier than I thought it would. It wasn't long before I heard the loud thumping of feet on the stairs and then at the hallway that was unmistakably my dad's.
He came rushing in with my mom barely pulling him back. "Gay?" he whispered it like it was a disease that he would catch if he stood too close.
"Yes dad, I'm gay."
He slammed his hand on my desk causing all my books and papers to shuffle together. My mom flinched.
"John, don't be like that. You'll scare Dean."
"He's gay Mary. He's not normal."
My mom let out a gasp, "and he is your son! Don't you dare."
"He is my son and neither of my sons will not end up gay. This is my house and I can do whatever I want."
"For God's sake, do you hear yourself?"
"Yeah. Why would you protect him? Don't you want a son who is more like others?"
"Actually no. I think Dean is perfect just the way he is and loving someone is loving who that person is completely. Do you love our son?"
My dad hesitated before saying quietly, "Of course, that's why I want him fixed."
"John, you can't fix who you are. Look at Dean. Do you realize saying those things can hurt him?"
My dad looked at me with so much anger that I was scared- scared for my life.
His raised his hand at me.
My mom grabbed his arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Let go Mary or I swear-," John said, still managing to maintain his eye contact towards me.
"Or what? Calm down John. We could talk this out."
John swung his arm backwards, throwing my mom off balance causing her to fall and hit the side of her face on the edge of the door. Her head landed on the floor so loudly I thought it would crack. We must have been too busy fighting because we hadn't noticed Sam standing on the other side of the door watching everything.
"Mom!" Sammy screamed.
"Holy shit," John cursed. My dad rushed to her side and lifted my mom up to set her on my bed. "Are you okay?"
A nasty bruise was forming on her face. She nodded slowly. "I'm dizzy."
"We should go to the hospital," my dad said, before glancing at me. He opened his mouth to talk once again.
"Don't you dare say it's Dean's fault. It's yours," my mom said, cutting him off.
My dad let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "We're going to the hospital." He reached over to touch her arm, but she pulled away quickly.
"I said I'm fine," she snapped. She got up and faced me. "Hey, it's getting late. Get some sleep and we'll talk about tomorrow okay?" She leaned over to kiss me on the forehead which comforted me tremendously.
She walked out with Sam in her arms, ignoring my dad. John followed her without saying a word to me, leaving me to the emptiness of my room.