"Dean..." Cas grumbled.
"Hm..." Dean replied.
"Dean, wake up." Cas said.
"No..." Dean moaned.
"Dean." Cas repeated sharply. "Get the fuck out of bed."
"Remind me not to let you have kids." Dean retorted.
"Just get up. I've already let you sleep in too late." Cas ordered.
"You let yourself sleep in too late, too. Don't turn this on me." Dean smiled.
Cas glared at him. "You're in my bed don't forget. I can kick you out anytime I want. Literally."
Dean laughed. "Well. As true as that is, I doubt you could."
Cas gave Dean his, 'Really? Really, Dean?' expression. He quickly extended his legs and pushed Dean's lower half off the bed, his top half quickly following it. "Don't underestimate me."
"You are a major pain in the ass." Dean groaned from below the bed.
Cas crawled over to the other side and stuck his head over the edge, smiling smugly.
"Pain in your ass, specifically." Cas replied.
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure you're a pain in everyone's ass." Dean snapped, rubbing the back of his head."
"Shut up." Cas sneered. "You don't have a clean pair of clothes, do you?"
"No, but I can just wear the old ones. No biggie." Dean shrugged.
"Yes. That is a 'biggie'. It's weird and unsanitary." Cas snapped. "I'll just give you those ones from the other day."
Cas opened his closet and shuffled through clothes until he emerged with the t-shirt and sweats. He tossed them at Dean on the floor. "Get dressed.
"Sheesh. You're so bossy." Dean chuckled.
"You've told." Cas said. "Just get up."
"Such a gentleman." Dean sighed. "Aren't I the luckiest person in the world to have you?"
"Just get dressed." Cas rolled his eyes.
"What about breakfast?" Dean asked.
"Have some chips and ice cream or something." Cas answered.
"What? No bagel or cereal?" Dean scoffed.
Cas sent a death glare his way.
"Chips and ice cream it is." Dean mused.
"I may or may not have put some breakfast burritos in there." Cas stated.
"Oh you are beautiful!" Dean exclaimed walking into the closet.
"So I've been told." Cas smiled.
After a few minutes, Dean emerged with a beer and breakfast burrito. He jumped on Cas' bed and sat criss cross on it.
"If you spill anything, I will murder you. And do not think I'm joking." Cas threatened.
"I don't. You could just hire a ninja or something and it would never get tracked back to you." Dean laughed.
"Don't give me ideas." Cas smirked.
"You wouldn't assassinate me." Dean teased.
"Don't be so sure. I find you extremely annoying." Cas stated. "I wouldn't waste my money on killing you though. You're not worth it."
"That's actually quite comforting." Dean chuckled.
"Whatever, Dean." Cas sighed. "Anyways. You have a choice. We can stay in here or we can go outside."
"Outside. Don't even need to think for that one. I'm not staying cooped up in here." Dean retorted.
"As you wish." Cas sighed. "Just meet me in that maze again."
"All you have to do is walk downstairs. I have to climb down a tree and walk around your house all without getting seen." Dean complained.
"Hey. You're the one who wanted to go outside." Cas replied.
"Smartass..." Dean mutteerd. "See you in a year."
"Why in a year?" Cas asked.
"Sarcasm." Dean laughed.
"Oh. See you in a year." Cas repeated.
Dean swung off the balcony and jumped on the tree, beginning his treacherous descent.
Dean met Cas in the center of the maze, sitting in the maze like he had been earlier.
"It's about time." Cas mused.
"Shut up. You weren't the one who had to climb down six flights of tree." Dean chuckled.
"Either way. I've been waiting." Cas finally turned back to him.
"Impatient jerk." Dean muttered.
"I heard that." Cas stated.
"Good. Take it as your wake up call." Dean laughed.
"I already am awake." Cas furrowed his brow.
"Figure of speech." Dean sighed. "God, you need to learn the English language."
"I have all A's in English though." Cas stated.
"Nevermind." Dean sighed. "You should show me around this place."
Cas stood up and walked over by Dean. "As you wish."
Cas led him down the dirt path, past the small lake to a shaded clearing. Large, willow trees blocked the sun, only small streams of light shining through the leaves.
"Dude..." Dean breathed.
"Yes?" Cas answered. "What do you want, Dean?"
"You must've had one hell of a landscaper." Dean mused.
"Yes we did. And we still do." Cas replied.
"He must've lived here a long time." Dean mused.
"His whole life. His father lived here. He still lives here you know?" Cas said.
"Can I meet him?" Dean asked.
"Not sure why you'd want to meet the landscaper, but you already have anyways." Cas shrugged.
"I have? Who is he?" Dean asked.
"I believe you call him..." Cas sighed shortly. "Oh what's his name?"
"You? Having trouble with a name?" Dean scoffed.
"Oh that's right. I believe you call him Cas." Cas smiled.
"You did all this?" Dean choked.
"Indeed I did." Cas smirked.
"But how?" Dean gestured to the trees. "You're like eighty pounds! You could never lift a tree!"
"I didn't. I had help, Dean. Use your head." Cas rolled his eyes. "And I'm not eighty pounds."
"Did you do the whole backyard?" Dean asked.
"Yes. I did. What I couldn't do, I planned out and workers did it. Such examples are the waterfall, the pools, the lake, and water slide." Cas replied.
"And how old were you exactly?"
"I believe I was 8 going on 9." Cas answered.
"Son of a bitch..." Dean muttered. "You are good for something."
"Actually just son of a billionaire." Cas shrugged. "And yes. I am good for something. I'm good for many things."
"Inflated ego." Dean coughed into his arm.
"Good thing you mentioned that." Cas smiled. "That brings me to my next and original point."
"Which is?"
"We need to teach you how to talk like a rich person. If you ask me, there are three main types of rich people. There are people who bathe in money and boast about it, such as Gabriel. There are people who are very passive about it, but you can still easily tell that they're rich. Then the last type are people like me – people who give you no clue that they're rich, but can provide proof is asked or needed." Cas started, sitting on the grass. "We've tried Gabriel's way already with you and obviously that didn't work. I mean really, Dean? Pulling into my mansion in my big expensive car? Shove a gold bar up your ass?"
"Okay." Dean laughed, sitting next to him. "Maybe that was a little intense."
"Little is an understatement." Cas snorted. "So with that out of the way, you can try being very passive about your wealth or you can be silent about it. With your cocky attitude and massive ego, I'd be less formal and just be passive about it. I mean, you could be silent about it if you want, but you'd have to answer a bunch of questions about where your wealth came from."
"You said you're one of the silent ones right?" Dean asked.
"Yes. I suppose so." Cas replied.
"You're cocky with a large ego, too. Why are you so quiet about things? Hm?" Dean retorted.
"Think back to the first time you saw me. I was shy, quiet, nervous, and stuttering." Cas said.
"That was adorable." Dean smiled. "Why can't you be like that all the time?"
"Real funny, Dean." Cas sneered. "Once I get comfortable around someone, or get to know them, then my real self shows through. I mean, have you seen how I treat my brothers?"
"So I'm a brother now, am I?" Dean smirked.
"No. You're just a douche who never leaves me alone." Cas stated. "And back to your original question, there's no need for me to flaunt being rich or tell you I'm rich. You already know."
"Good point." Dean countered. "I'll be the passive aggressive rich guy then. Carry on."
"That's what I thought you'd pick. Minimal work needed for that. The biggest thing is talk about large events and giant sums of money like it not a big deal." Cas started. "Example. My family is looking to buy another mansion. It'll take a few more weeks of work to get the twenty million extra dollars needed. You try something now."
"Okay." Dean sighed. "My brother just bought me a private jet for my birthday."
"Not quite. You're openly stating it. That would work if someone were to ask you what you got for your birthday. What you want to do is make people read in between the lines of what you're saying." Cas explained. "Using your example this time, my brother is going to help me paint my new private jet."
"That sounds the same, though." Dean mused.
"There's a difference though. You state something for me and I'll change it." Cas ordered.
"Okay..." Dean muttered. "We have fifty maids in our mansion."
"Easy. After we fired the last one for not doing her job, we only have fifty maids left." Cas corrected. "Also notice how I put 'only' in there. That makes it sound like it's a little bit of money. Tell me. Which sounds like it'd come from a wealthier person? The family business brought in three million dollars today. The family business brought in only three million dollars today."
"Definitely the second one." Dean answered.
"Right. Try using 'only' in a sentence." Cas ordered.
"After Sammy crashed the Lexus, we only have seven luxury cars left." Dean stated.
"Good!" Cas smiled. "Really good...Try holding up a conversation with Gabriel now."
Cas pulled out his phone and dialed his brother's number.
"Hola, Cassie." Gabriel answered. "Code red?"
"No. Not at all. You can stop putting your pants on." Cas said.
"Oh, good. I hate putting clothes on." Gabriel sighed. "What do you want?"
"I need you to have a conversation with Dean." Cas stated.
Gabriel groaned. "That douchenozzle?"
"Oh shut up!" Dean yelled.
"Fine. If it's for you... Why?" Gabriel asked.
"I'm going to introduce him to Michael." Cas answered.
"You what?" Gabriel scoffed. "I know you're kind of dense sometimes, but this is pure suicide!"
"Gabriel." Cas drawled. "I'm teaching him how to be a rich person. I'm making him dress like one and talk like one."
"Oh. Hm. All the luck to you. Dean's kind of idiot." Gabriel smirked.
"Oh shut up!" Dean repeated.
"I'm doing this for Cassie. Not you." Gabriel stated.
"Just so you know, I'll be stopping you guys and pointing stuff out, so don't talk too fast. I know how you can get, Gabriel." Cas added.
"That Dean Winchester kid is no good for you, Cassie. No good. His douchebagginess is rubbing off on you." Gabriel muttered.
"That's not the only thing of mine rubbing off on him." Dean mused.
"Dean that's disgusting." Cas smiled.
"Yeah. Gross." Gabriel gagged. "TMI."
"Will you two just talk without bickering like small children?" Cas moaned.
"Fine." Dean sighed. "But this is really weird? I mean, who fakes a conversation with someone who annoys them?"
"I have to say I agree with Dean here. This is really awkward. Well, it would be." Gabriel laughed.
"Okay..." Cas muttered. "Let's try something else then. Gabriel, how about I ask you something, and you give Dean your egotistical answered. Dean will then counter it with a reply of his own. And then we'll go on with that cycle. Is that better?"
"I am not egotistical." Gabriel protested.
"Yeah you are." Cas replied. "Does that work though?"
"Better than awkward conversations." Dean answered.
"Well, until I trust you to not tell Michael to shove a gold bar up his ass, then we're practicing rich people talk." Cas scolded.
"Did Dean actually say that to Michael?" Gabriel scoffed.
"That's in the past." Dean snapped.
"You're just lucky I didn't use your real name." Cas stated. "So Gabriel, gas prices are on the rise and they're escalating quickly. What are your thoughts on this?"
"Well, we're freaking rich? Who the hell cares what gas prices are? We can afford them anyways." Gabriel replied.
"Dean." Cas said.
"I say that the people who care about gas prices, like myself, are impacted because we drive such high end cars that we can only use the most premium gas there is. Given that we own so many cars, this could lead to a problem. Of course, we wouldn't be damaged financially, but as gas prices keep rising, the working class people will take the fall." Dean smiled smugly.
Cas clapped quietly. "Much better than I expected. Gabriel, I'm going to the mall. Do you want to come along?"
"No." Gabriel snorted. "I have better things to do with my time than hang with my baby bro."
"How very kind of you, but I know you're joking. You're so funny, Gabriel." Cas rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Dean, would you like to join the pain in the ass I call my brother and I on our trip to the mall?"
"I'd love to." Dean smiled. "But I can't. My dad is flying with Sam and I to a business meeting in Japan for the weekend."
"That's a good answer, Dean, but you have to be careful when you mention business or investments around Michael. He'll most likely ask you what business, what kind of dealing, and then you'll be in way over your head in questions that you can't answer, let alone know what they mean. Don't bring up business around Michael under any circumstances. Only talk about it when he asks you and be very vague, but not vague enough to raise suspicion." Cas instructed. "Don't act too involved in your father's business either. If you give him the impression that you're very involved in your father's affairs, then have no clue what he even does, you're in for a hell of an interrogation session. If you're acting too weird, Michael might ask to speak to your father about business dealings."
"That wouldn't work well." Dean sighed.
"No. It wouldn't. So always be very mindful of what you say to him. Never act on instinct and always act on logic." Cas warned.
"Are you done, or should I go get a notebook and pencil?" Dean chuckled.
"This is no laughing matter, Dean." Cas scolded. "If you want to come over to spend a whole evening with my family, then you need to have a shred of seriousness."
"Sheesh." Dean laughed. "I'm a good actor. Don't worry. When I was younger, I used to have to pickpocket. I also would have to act all sweet an innocent on street corners and in stores to get free food."
"Nice boytoy you got there, Cas. Real pick of the litter." Gabriel smirked.
"Shut up." Dean and Cas said at the same time.
"Wow. You two are more alike than I thought." Gabriel retorted.
Dean smiled playfully over at Cas. Cas stared at him blankly in response.
"Moving on..." Cas muttered. "This is going to be a long afternoon."
Cas's phone had long since died, so the conversing with Gabriel hadn't lasted for more than an hour. Dean was lying down in the grass, Cas sitting next to him. Dean was fiddling with the sleeve on Cas's coat.
"It's so inconvenient." Dean whined.
"What is?" Cas asked.
"The fact that you have to date someone rich." Dean sighed. "I just hate all this learning stuff."
"That reminds me. You have homework tonight." Cas stated.
"Homework? What are you? My teacher?" Dean scoffed.
"At the moment, yes." Cas answered as he pulled some papers out of his pocket and tossed them on Dean's chest. "When I came down here, I took a pit stop in the kitchen. I stole the menu that they're preparing for Christmas dinner. You need to look all the items up, know what they look like, and know what they are. Also, I've included the link to a website that has an introduction to the variety of cutlery that will be in use at dinner. Which brings me to my next point. Michael will be out here in less than ten minutes looking for me. You need to be long gone by then."
"What happened to me staying here until Christmas?" Dean asked.
"I have my own family to attend you and you have yours. You have a younger brother, Dean. I don't want to see you tomorrow. I don't want to hear from you tomorrow. And I want nothing to do with you tomorrow. You need to spend some time with your own family, Dean. You can't just live in my bedroom your whole life." Cas said.
Dean pouted. "Well what if I want to talk to you?"
"Then I'll block your number until after tomorrow. And if you dare try to get in my room, so help me God, I will pound you in the face with a frying pan. Got that?" Cas snapped.
"Fine." Dean sighed.
"Now go." Cas ordered.
Dean sat up and leaned over to kiss Cas quickly.
"Now." Cas glared at him. "I'll have Charlie unlock the gate by the time you get there."
Dean stood up and brushed the back of his jeans off.
"Bye until Christmas then." Dean waved.
"Goodbye, Dean." Cas replied. "Remember. Frying pan. Your face."
"Got it." Dean smirked, hastily walking off to the gate.
Sam and John rushed downstairs when they heard the roar of the Impala's engine outside. Dean unlocked the door and walked in casually. Sam ran up and hugged him tightly while he got a viscous slap in the face from his were both obviously worried.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?" Dean asked surprised.
"How about you tell us, Dean!" John yelled. "You just tell Sam you're not going to be around much and then disappear the next day? You don't come home at all? We were going to call the cops if you didn't show up by tomorrow!"
"I was just at Cas's." Dean replied.
"Cas? Who the fuck is Cas? You've never mentioned her before!" John shouted.
"Can we just calm down for a minute here?" Dean laughed awkwardly. "I'm home. I'm safe. Nothing bad happened."
John lowered his voice, but was obviously still very pissed. "So tell me about this 'Cas' person. Who is she?"
"He." Dean corrected.
"What?"
"Cas. He's a dude." Sam explained.
"I don't see why you're all of a sudden interested in who I hang out with." Dean said.
"You went to his house and just disappear. I want to know what makes him so special that you have a reason to just up and leave home to have a God knows how long sleepover with him. Hell, you probably have a key to his house by now!" John exclaimed.
"Cas is teaching me." Dean answered. "And I don't have a key to his house yet. They're working on it."
"That's great to know, Dean." John retorted. "And teaching you? What in the world could Cas being teaching you?"
"The ways of high class society. He's teaching me how to blend in with the top 1%." Dean replied.
"Why would you care about that in the first place? And what would Cas know about high class society? No offense, Dean, but you don't hang out with anyone but gangsters and party animals." John scoffed.
"I care because I want to fit in with Cas's family. That's why. And Cas knows about high class society because he's part of it." Dean said.
"How do you know he's not just saying that to impress you? Or to get close to you? Or trick you into trusting him?" John asked.
"You can't exactly fake owning a mansion, Dad." Dean chuckled.
"Mansion? How rich is this guy?" John asked. "And how old his he anyways?"
"He's sixteen like me. His brother owns the mansion though. You want to know his full name?"
"Humor me." John retorted.
"Castiel Novak." Dean smirked smugly.
John spit out his beer all over the side of Sam's face. Sam scowled as he wiped his face off with his shirt.
"Like father like son." Sam muttered.
"That was my reaction when I found out who he was, too." Dean sighed. "But he's cool, Dad. He's perfectly great."
"You say you need to fit in with his family. So I take it they don't know you exist yet. So were you sneaking around on the property, living in his closet?" John remarked.
"Actually, yes for the most part." Dean laughed. "So I'll be sure to leave a note the next time I go AWOL and live in his closet."
"You better." John growled. "How long have you known this kid?"
"A little over a month." Dean said.
"And you're besties just like that?" John raised his eyebrows at his son.
"It's...complicated." Dean muttered.
"Oh, Dean." John sighed. "Tell me you're not...you aren't...You aren't, right?"
Dean remained silent and walked past him to the stairs.
"I'm going to go take a shower and wash this beer of my face." Sam gave a bitchface to his father and followed Dean up the stairs.
"Son of a bitch." John whispered, grabbing the counter for support. "Dean is friends with a multi billionaire. Dean!"
"I couldn't help but notice that Dad didn't know about Cas." Dean stated.
"I figured you'd want to tell him about him. Which you haven't really." Sam mused.
"First of all, if Cas and I want to keep quiet about this, I highly doubt that telling Dad will be the way to go. You saw the way he reacted when I told him who Cas was." Dean pointed out.
"You have a point." Sam replied with a shrug. "Second of all?"
"Second of all, if Dad thinks Cas and I are that close, I don't want him thinking I can ask favors from them whenever I want." Dean finished.
"You mean ask them for money? Last I checked, you have fifty grand sitting under your bed." Sam snorted.
"It's going towards a good cause, not getting more expensive beer." Dean defended.
"Like what? Getting ad-free, hi def porn?" Sam asked.
"Shut up, Sam. You have no clue what you're talking about." Dean said seriously.
"Whatever." Sam sang."
"Trust me, Sam. I'm going to surprise you someday. And someday soon." Dean mused.
"Sure you are, Dean." Sam muttered to himself as he walked off to start his shower.
A/N: I was having bad writers block with this chapter. Then right near the end, I put on my AC/DC + Metallica station on Pandora. I think I listen to classic rock too much though. Literally every song played has been upvoted. But holy shit, when Carry On MY Wayward Son Came On, I flipped out and kicked into full gear. I think that's how I get out of writers block. Just put on classic rock! And if any of you have/had braces, you feel my pain. These retainers that I haven't worn in three months, but started wearing again feels like getting your braces adjusted. If you've ever eaten a foot long subway when you get home from the orthodontist it takes like five hours.
And if you guys ever see OoO anywhere in there, don't mind those. i just put those in there to tell myself where to put the breaks in. Occasionally I'll miss one, but I try to get them all.
And next Chapter is CHRISTMAS! Only a month late... but details details... And unless it gets overly long, which I don't think will happen, it'll be up around this time tomorrow. :D