As lunchtime rolled around, Dean brought Sam and their dad into the living room.
"Well, I have to start getting ready now. So, I figured we could give gifts early today." Dean said, placing a manila envelope on the table.
"Ready?" John asked. "For what?"
"I'm having dinner at Cas's. That's how I'm going to meet them." Dean answered.
John sighed. "Whatever."
"I'll go first." Dean passed the envelope to John.
Dean opened it and pulled the packet of paper out. He gasped in disbelief as he clipped through the pages.
"How did you afford this?" John scoffed.
"Made a business deal." Dean shrugged. "Don't ask what for."
"Look at this, Sammy." John showed Sam the packet.
"I told you I'd surprise you soon." Dean smirked proudly.
"You paid off the house? You mean it's completely ours now?!" Sam smiled in excitement.
"I also put almost all the rest of the money into your trust fund, Sammy." Dean said.
"That must be almost fifteen thousand dollars!" Sam exclaimed.
"So did I surprise you or what?"
"Hell yes you did!" Sam replied. "Wow. This really puts my present to shame."
Sam passed Dean a cardboard box. Dean opened it and grinned at Sam when he saw what was in it.
"These are awesome!" Dean exclaimed as he picked up a classic Batman comic and flipped through the pages. "Where did you get these?"
"eBay." Sam answered.
"Of course." Dean laughed.
"And this is for you dad." Sam passed his father a letter sized envelope.
He opened it up and laughed awkwardly when he saw what it was.
"I know you like that brewery over on Lawrence street, so I thought I'd get you a gift card for the place. I used my own money." Sam smiled.
"Well, that's a little weird. My gift to you boys is this." John fished a coin out of his pocket and set it on the table. Sam and Dean picked it up and looked out it.
"That's great, Dad!" Dean cheered as he showed Sam the Alcoholics Anonymous chip.
"I'm proud of you." Sam grinned.
"Merry Christmas, guys." Dean nodded, giving Sam and his father a large hug.
"Merry Christmas, Dean." John replied.
"I have to go get ready and study some more." Dean chuckled. "Damn Novaks."
Dean adjusted his suit one last time as he pulled up in the Impala and ran the buzzer outside the gate. After a moment he heard a voice.
"Who is this?" Michael asked.
"My name is Dean. I'm here for Cas." Dean said.
"You mean Castiel?"
"Yeah. Castiel." Dean replied.
"Very well then." Michael replied, the gold gates slowly starting to open.
Kevin came out and directed Dean behind the house to a parking area. Dean parked and walked with Kevin back into the house.
"You sure you got this?" Kevin asked.
"I hope." Dean muttered tensely. "If I don't, there goes Cas and I."
"I'm sure you'll do fine. You probably practiced all night last night. You look tired." Kevin mused.
"You're right. The one test I'm frantic over." Dean snorted.
"Time to meet Michael." Kevin went a separate direction and Dean went straight to where he saw Cas standing in a nice suit.
"It's nice to take the door and not a tree." Dean whispered.
Cas smiled. "Here comes Michael. We're just friends as far as he needs to know."
"Okay." Dean nodded as Michael entered the room. "You must be Michael."
"Indeed I am. Do I know you? You sound familiar." Michael asked.
"No. I don't think you do." Dean answered nervously. "I've heard a lot about you and your family though. All good of course."
"I find that surprising considering your friends with Castiel." Michael stated.
"Ain't he a peach. Am I right?" Dean smiled.
Cas stamped on Dean's foot, causing him to wince.
"Sometimes I don't know how I stand the guy." Dean chuckled.
"Not many people can stand him. You must be mentally ill to enjoy spending time with Castiel." Michael said.
"Must be." Dean replied.
"Well, why don't you go meet the others? I'll call for dinner when it's ready." Michael said.
"It was nice meeting you." Dean smiled.
"I don't think I can reciprocate. Any friend of Castiel's is not a friend of mine." Michael mused blatantly.
Dean smiled bitterly at Michael and followed Cas into another room. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"I was unaware that there was a right and wrong side of how to get out of bed." Cas stated.
"Figure of speech." Dean chuckled.
"Ah." Cas nodded. "Can't you be a little more literal around me?"
"You're so needy." Dean laughed.
"I'm worth it aren't I?" Cas laughed.
"You better hope so." Dean retorted.
"I know so." Cas smirked.
"Cocky son of a bitch." Dean muttered.
"Lucifer." Cas turned his attention to a scruffy man. "This is my friend, Dean. Dean, meet Lucifer."
"So you're who I sold my soul to when I was in that cult." Dean mused.
Lucifer laughed. "I like this one, Cassie."
"I like him, too." Cas replied.
"Obviously." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Aren't you two adorable?" Lucifer cooed.
"No. We aren't. We're just friends." Cas answered.
"No you're not." Lucifer whispered, walking past them and ruffling Cas's hair.
"He won't tell Michael will he?" Dean asked.
"I doubt. Unlike Michael, he doesn't care that much about reputation. He tends to stick with Michael most of the time, but I don't think he honestly cares what I do." Cas answered.
"It's a good thing you're on good terms with Satan then." Dean snorted.
"Let's go introduce you to Gabriel now." Cas said.
They walked over to where Gabriel was leaning on a wall, playing on his phone.
"Hey, Deano. You sure clean up nice." Gabriel looked up and briefly checked Dean out.
"I hate suits." Dean grumbled. "I like my jeans and leather jacket."
"Well to be with me you have to look the part." Cas replied.
"Yeah, yeah. I know, bossy." Dean nudged Cas on the shoulder.
"Well it was completely terrible meeting you." Gabriel dramatically winked.
"Pleasure's not mine." Dean smirked winking back.
Cas and Dean went up to his room, and Dean jumped on the bed.
"What'd you get your brother and father for Christmas?" Cas asked, sitting on the bed by Dean.
"That money you gave me. I used it to pay off the mortgage on the house and then I put almost all of the rest into Sammy's trust fund." Dean answered.
"That's really nice of you, Dean. And also not what I expected you to do with the money." Cas smiled.
"I used some of the money from my savings account and got you this." Dean pulled some folded papers out of his pocket and handed them to Cas.
Cas unfolded the papers in his hand and looked at the top one in confusion, working out what it was. The page was riddled in numbers and charts. At the top it had Cas's name, age, birthdate and other information.
"You're giving me my DNA profile? Not sure I follow." Cas laughed.
"Look at the next page." Dean grinned.
Cas put the top page to the side and read over the next page. "Dean. This is just my chemical balances. By the looks of it, I think I need more vitamin B though. This is very helpful."
"Don't be such a smartass. It must be the next page." Dean retorted.
Cas looked at the final page. It had a bunch of names listed under 'Confirmed Relatives'. It listed his father, stepmother, half brothers, and cousins. There was a smaller section labeled 'Discovered Relatives'. Cas looked at it and then looked up at Dean quickly.
"Is this real?" Cas scoffed.
"Pulled in a few favors at the forensic department at the police station. Had them run a few tests, check a few databases. Nothing much." Dean smiled proudly.
Cas beamed in reply and hugged Dean tightly.
"Cas. Can't breathe." Dean choked.
"Oh. Sorry." Cas laughed. "I just can't believe you found my mom!"
"Am I amazing or what?" Dean smirked.
"You are fucking awesome!" Cas yelled. "Gabriel and Lucifer are not going to believe this!"
Cas dragged Dean out of his room and grabbed the last sheet of paper tightly in his hand.
"I also looked her up while I was at it. She still lives in Chicago. She's a bartender a few miles away from here." Dean said. "I figured you might want to go drop by."
"That'd be great. We should go tonight." Cas replied giddily.
"Whatever you want." Dean shrugged, following Cas who was bounding down the stairs.
"Luci! Look at this!" Cas ran up to his older brother.
"Luci? You only call me that when something good happens." Lucifer snorted.
"Look!" Cas put the paper in Lucifers face and pointed at the line that had his mother's name.
Lucifer pulled Cas's hands down and stared at him. "Is this for real?"
"Dean says it is." Cas answered.
"How'd you get this?" Lucifer asked.
"I have this friend who's always getting in trouble for dealing drugs. He has a mole over at the police station and I had him take some of Cas's DNA to him. From there, the police officer filed it with a case and gave it to forensics. Then, forensics searched for known DNA in the system, and with some luck, Cas's mom's DNA had been categorized." Dean explained.
"Where'd you get my DNA?" Cas raised an eyebrow at him.
"I swabbed your cheek in your sleep." Dean shrugged.
"This is the guy you chose to crush on, Cassie?" Lucifer laughed. "Psychos..."
Cas smiled and ran to go find Gabriel. Dean had to run to keep up with him as he ran down the hall.
"Gabriel! Dean found my mom!" Cas chimed, holding up the paper.
Gabriel glanced at the paper. "Well I'll be damned. Eve Taroni works at that bar over on Main street. She's real nice actually."
"You've met her?" Cas scoffed.
"I mean it's not the nicest bar around, but sure, I've been there before. The tits on that chick..." Gabriel whistled.
"You're talking about my mom. That's disgusting." Cas scowled.
"If you go see her, you'll see I'm right." Gabriel smirked. "Congrats though."
Cas nodded and brought Dean back up to his room. "I know it's nothing compared to what you gave me, but these are for you."
Cas handed dean a card with a small bow on top of it along with a key. "That's a special key to get into the front gate. It doesn't register as anything when you swipe it and one minute after you use it, the computer won't pick up any signals from the gate. You will come in completely undetected. You can thank Charlie for that. And that's a key to a small storage locker on Central Avenue. There's a nice stereo in there and yes, it does play cassette tapes. I also put a special box in there that was made as an organization system for the tapes."
"It's great, Cas." Dean smiled, leaning in and kissing Cas.
"Dean, that's enough." Cas mumbled.
"It's never enough with me." Dean replied.
"Dean. I'm serious. You're messing up my hair." Cas stated.
Dean moved his lips down to Cas's neck and slowly peppered him in kisses. Cas inhaled sharply, tensing up and then relaxing.
"What was that again?" Dean smirked.
"Nevermind." Cas sighed.
Lucifer was standing smugly in the door way clearing his throat. Dean pulled away from Cas and they turned their attention to him. Cas flattened down his hair with his hands as he waited for Lucifer to talk.
"Just be glad Michael sent me to call you down for dinner and didn't come himself." Lucifer chuckled. "Which is my point. Get your asses down here."
Dean stood up, yanking Cas up with him. "If this is what you call nicest in your family, then I'd hate to see the worst." Dean snorted.
"I'm flattered that you'd say that, Cassie." Lucifer laughed. "Or do you just say it for the irony of it?"
"Little bit of both." Cas shrugged.
"Your guys' family. I swear..." Dean muttered as they sat down at the dinner table.
"Bitch please." Lucifer teased. "We're fabulous."
"You sound like a seventeen year old." Dean rolled his eyes.
"I'm young at heart." Lucifer replied.
"I see you've been acquainted with our brother." Michael stated as he watched the two interact.
"Yeah. What can I say? This family's not half-bad." Dean mused.
"This family is completely excellent. No part of it is bad at all. Except for maybe Castiel, but he's more of a reject than a problem. So far." Michael snapped.
Cas sighed awkwardly. Dean gave Cas's leg a reassuring squeeze underneath the table. Cas placed his hand over Deans, intertwining their fingers.
"So Dean, what's your family's net worth?" Michael asked.
"It probably seems like nothing compared to your family, but we're around 800 million." Dean answered.
"You're correct. That is quite petty in comparison to our family, but on the other hand, not all rich family's are multi-billionaires." Michael remarked. "How'd you go about acquiring your wealth?"
"My dad did some real estate when he was younger. Eventually, he started getting into stock shares and other investments. It adds up over time, really." Dean replied.
Michael turned to Castiel. "Dean has reached my standards. You are allowed to continue being his friend unless I say otherwise."
Cas smiled over at Dean. "I told you you'd do fine."
"Unless his family's net worth reaches over one billion, he will not be permitted to date you." Michael continued.
Dean snorted. "Don't worry. I'm straight as a stick."
"That's convenient then." Michael mused as a dish of caviar was passed their way.
"Fish eggs." Dean grimaced. "So disgusting."
"It's not as bad as it sounds." Cas assured him.
"I'll beat your ass if I get sick from all this fancy food." Dean retorted.
"I doubt that you'll go through with that." Cas smirked.
"Don't challenge me." Dean whispered.
After a filling dinner full of courses that Dean couldn't even pronounce if his life depended on it, Dean went back upstairs with Cas. "I feel like I'm going to gain forty pounds."
"Don't be surprised it you do." Cas smiled. "Novak feasts tend to do that to people."
"No wonder you don't have many house guests." Dean retorted.
"Yeah." Cas snorted. "No wonder."
"So do you still want to go out tonight?" Dean asked.
"And do something that I've always wanted that I never thought would happen?" Cas smirked. "Of course I do! Don't be an idiot."
"Too late." Dean chuckled.
"You don't need to tell me that, Dean." Cas stated.
Dean glared at him. "Shut up."
"You can't tell me what to do." Cas teased.
"I can try." Dean laughed.
"And fail." Cas remarked. "Let's go ask Michael for permission out. I can maneuver this one."
Cas walked down the stairs with Dean.
"Michael?" Cas called.
"In here, Castiel." Michael replied.
Cas stepped into Micheal's office, where he was typing away on his laptop. "I was hoping I could get permission to go over to Dean's and stay the night."
"For what purposes?" Michael asked, not looking up.
"Well, he met my family. I thought it would only be fair for me to meet his." Cas stated.
"And that would require you spending the night why exactly?" Michael replied.
"It doesn't. I would just enjoy it. We don't talk much and he is my only friend." Cas tried.
"Fine. I'll allow it. Just be home at a reasonable time." Michael sighed.
"Thank you." Cas smiled, excitedly turning back to Dean.
"Okay. I need to get back into my normal clothes. Like. Now." Dean retorted.
"Me, too. These formal suits are too much to handle." Cas agreed, following Dean up the stairs.
"You're used to it." Dean argued. "That's all you wear."
"I wear cheap suits from Sears. This suit cost four thousand dollars. The tie along cost two hundred." Cas defended.
"That looks just like your other tie." Dean mused.
"It is. It's just a different brand made out of different material." Cas replied.
"That's stupid." Dean muttered.
"I agree." Cas sighed, tossing Dean his shirt.
Dean changed into his normal clothes and followed Cas outside.
"It's snowing, Dean." Cas smiled in awe, catching a snowflake on his palm.
"No shit." Dean snorted.
Cas skipped about on the lawn, running around in the snow.
"Okay, you little snow fairy, I'm freezing my ass off out here. Can we just get in the car?" Dean whined.
"Fine. One thing first." Cas pulled out his phone and held it up. "Smile!"
"No. I'm not having you take a photo of me." Dean glared at him.
"But you have snow flurries all in your hair and nose and shoulders." Cas pleaded.
Dean scowled as a flash hit his face. "Fuck you."
Cas smiled smugly and ran out the gate.
"We still have a block to walk to the car." Dean muttered. "How are you not cold?"
"Dean. I spend almost all my time outdoors. I'm used to the cold." Cas answered.
"Weirdo." Dean laughed.
Cas nudged Dean in the shoulder. "Assbutt."
They reached the car and quickly climbed in. Dean turned the windshield wiper on and the heater on high.
"If someone starts tailing us, be sure to mention it. We're going to a shady part of town, Cas." Dean warned.
Cas nodded. "That's not for a ways though."
"You never know. Evil is all around us." Dean said.
"That's very morbidly poetic of you." Cas commented.
"I'm amazing when I want to be." Dean smirked.
Dean veered off onto a smaller road to avoid the traffic, the snow slowly getting heavier. He had Black Sabbath turned up loudly and was drumming onto the steering wheel while singing off key with the music.
As they turned onto a road that had fewer cars on it, Cas turned off the radio.
"Hey w-" Dean started.
"I love you." Cas blurted out.
Dean slammed onto the brakes and violently pulled the Impala off onto the side of the road. He turned to face Cas and amusedly folded his arms across his chest.
"Excuse me?" He laughed.
Cas swallowed nervously. "I love you, Dean Winchester."
Dean uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around Cas's neck, bringing him close, their lips inches apart. "It's about damn time." He whispered, before closing the space between them and kissing them.
"So you're not going to break up with me?" Cas asked confused.
"Why the fuck would I dump you?" Dean snorted.
"I don't know." Cas mumbled.
"I mean normally when two people love each other, you don't dump them." Dean smiled.
Cas looked up at Dean, puzzled. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I love you too, Jackass. Loved you since the first I'm sorry you stammered out." Dean chuckled.
Cas smiled back at him and leaned back in to kiss him. "You do realize that we came here with other intentions than to make out in your car, right?"
"Good point." Dean laughed as he pulled back onto the road and drove to the bar.
Dean turned off the car and leaned on the trunk. "You sure you're ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." Cas sighed. "Time to meet my mom."
They walked in the bar and sat down in front of the bartender.
"Gabriel was right." Dean whispered.
"Fuck you." Cas said disgustedly.
"Maybe later." Dean winked.
"What can I get you boys?" Eve asked.
"Your name and number maybe?" Dean answered, receiving a sharp jab in the ribs with Cas's elbow.
"Real cute. Like I haven't heard that one fifty million times before. Now how about you tell me what you want to drink." She retorted.
"We'll take two beers." Dean ordered.
"I'm going to need some ID." Eve said.
Cas pulled out his wallet and flashed her his ID. She nodded but then turned to Dean waiting for him. He pulled out his wallet and slid a hundred across the counter. She took it and put it in her shirt.
"Sorry. I'm going to need more than that." She replied.
Dean sighed and turned to Cas. Cas fished four more hundreds out of his wallet and threw them on the counter.
"You two rich or something?" She laughed, squishing the money in between her breasts.
"Or something." Dean replied as she filled up the beers.
"You are undeniably her son. I mean you're both sarcastic, greedy, and incredibly sexy." Dean whispered.
"Well that's nice. It's always comforting to know that your boyfriend thinks your mom is sexy." Cas muttered.
"Well she is." Dean defended.
"Shut up before I hit you. Don't think being in public will stop it. In fact, it'd make it feel ever better." Cas shot.
"I wouldn't doubt you." Dean smiled.
"Here you boys go." Eve slid two beers across the counter.
"You're Eve, aren't you?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" She answered.
"Well who doesn't know the name of the most beautiful bartender in town?" Dean smirked.
"Sorry, hon. I don't do minors." She replied.
"Who said I was a minor? Just because I'm not 21 doesn't mean I'm not an adult." Dean said.
"You sure don't sound like an adult. And judging by the way that your friend over there is staring at you right now, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that he doesn't like you flirting with me. And judging that he doesn't seem that he's interested in me, that leads me to conclude that he wants something else with me and wants your hands off. Also, he knows you wouldn't do anything with me anyways." Eve stated, smugly whipping her straight, black hair behind her as she turned to do something else.
Dean whistled at Cas and smiled at him in an 'No way she's not your mom.' fashion.
"You are correct." Cas said. "You are something different to me."
"Okay, you creep. What could I mean to a guy I've never met before? Call me in a few years though. You're a hottie." She smirked.
Dean was the one to gag now.
"Actually we have met before. It's been a while so I doubt you recognize me." Cas shrugged.
"Stop being such a smartass." Dean laughed.
"Fine." Cas sighed, turning back to Eve. "A little over 17 years ago you had sex with a man. And you either didn't use a condom, or the condom broke-"
"Or was rigged." Dean added.
"Shut up, Dean." Cas snapped. "And 9 months later, you had a son. You left him on the doorstep of a mansion. Hi, Mom."
She looked at him in utter disbelief. "You're joking."
"Sorry, mama bear, we're not." Dean smirked. "I mean, there's no denying it. The soft hair, sexy eyes, egotistical and cocky disposition..."
Cas and Eve both glared at him.
"So if that's Castiel, then who the fuck are you?" She asked.
"Oh. I'm just a lowly mechanic who lives in the slums and kind of is in love with your son." Dean shrugged. "Nothing much."
Dean leaned over and rested his head on Cas's shoulder.
"You picked this one?" Eve scoffed. "I'm ashamed in you, Castiel."
"Call me Cas. Castiel is too formal. And no offense, it's kind of a weird name." Cas said.
"He was ashamed in himself about me, too. Don't worry. The first three weeks were full of self loathing that you couldn't imagine." Dean laughed. "His brother hates me, too."
"Big surprise there." She retorted.
"Eve!" Someone called from the back.
"Well. I have some petty tasks to go tend to, but here is my number, for none sexual purposes, boys. Cas, you and I should have lunch some time. And if you insist, you can bring that ass along, too." She smiled, grabbing a napkin and scribbling down her number.
"I'm not an ass!" Dean protested.
"Yes you are." Cas and Eve said at the same time.
Dean smiled and stood up, grabbing Cas's hand and walking out the door.
Dean dragged Cas in his house, where John was sitting with a Sports Illustrated magazine and a bottle of beer.
"Hey, Dad." Dean called.
John put his magazine down and set his beer on the table. "Who's this?"
"This is Cas." Dean said.
"Nice to meet you." John greeted him.
"And you, Mr. Winchester." Cas nodded.
"Just call me John." He replied.
"Very well." Cas stated. "John it is."
"I'd give you a tour, but you've snooped around already." Dean chuckled, walking out of the room.
"I wasn't snooping." Cas argued.
"Sure." Dean rolled his eyes. "Just like you weren't psychoanalyzing me based off my room."
Cas remained silent, but glared at him.
"That's what I thought." Dean smirked.
Dean jumped on his bed and flopped back on the pillows.
"Do you always have to jump on beds when you enter a room?" Cas asked. "Is it absolutely necessary?"
"Of course it is." Dean snorted. "Have you met me?"
Cas tilted his head in confusion. "Of course I have."
Dean sighed in disappointment as Cas sat down next to him on the bed. "Did I ever tell you you're an idiot?"
"All the time, Dean." Cas muttered. "All the time."
A/N: Well it's like 6 AM here and finishing this chapter was worth every three extra hours of sleep I'm not getting. :P I may or may not have meddled with sims around in that time, too... I don't know if I was too happy with this chapter, but gold star for effort!