SquiggleGiggle- Of course this is also a Klaine story! Blaine needs lovin'! XD

Since Blaine was Lin's only surviving family, and since Blaine was still a minor, Dean took care of everything: Lin's will, the deed to Lin's house, and Lin's cremation. Blaine threw Lin's ashes out in her favorite park, sobbing quietly. Dean went to get a DNA test to prove Blaine was his son. After a successful visit to Social Services (and Sam acting as his unofficial lawyer), Blaine was officially Dean's.

Blaine still had to catalogue Lin's belongings, so, Dean and Sam called Bobby, Ellen, and Jo to Blaine's house to explain the situation. Dean and Sam lined the windows and doorways with salt and spray-painted a devil's trap on the ceiling.

"How'd you two get a house in the suburbs?" Ellen asked.

Dean heaved a long sigh. "This actually isn't our house."

"So you idjits broke in and vandalized the place?" Bobby asked, aghast.

"No." Dean sat down at the table across Ellen. "I have a son."

"So, Lisa finally admitted Ben was yours, huh?" Jo joked.

"Actually, no, it's not Ben." Dean shook his head. "When I was fourteen, I…had sex with someone and she didn't tell me she was pregnant. She showed up at our doorstep, dying of pancreatic cancer and told me I have a fifteen year old son."

Everyone was stunned into silence until Bobby started yelling. "Of all the half-baked, stupid, shiftless…!"

"There's more." Dean stated. "Castiel possessed me while…she and I had sex. Blaine- my son- is a nephillim."

Bobby just stared at Dean. "Is there anything else you would like to tell us?"

"Yeah. He's upstairs, so keep your voice down." Dean smirked.

"How can you be so careless? You didn't know you were being possessed?" Ellen asked.

"No. He was completely dormant. I don't even know how this whole thing happened!"

"Did you wear a condom?" Sam asked, jokingly.

"Of course, not!" Dean snapped.

"That would be how." Sam raised an eyebrow.

Dean scoffed and waved his hand. "Anyway, this is his mom's house- or was his mom's house. She didn't want him in foster care."

"'Cause being a hunter is so much better." Bobby said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Whoa, whoa! Who said anything about him being a hunter?" Dean asked.

"You really think you can protect him from this life?" Bobby asked. "You started the friggin' apocalypse! Castiel's angel brothers and sisters are a bunch of dicks, and don't even get me started on demons!"

"Hey- we were never used against our dad." Dean defended.

"Because your dad didn't start the apocalypse, you idjit!" Bobby argued back.

"Trust me, Dean- no matter how hard you try, Blaine is going to get dragged into this." Ellen remarked. "Look at Jo. I did everything I possibly could to keep her out of the life, but…well…" She shrugged.

"Okay, then we won't surround Blaine with hunters, then." Dean said simply.

"You two are hunters. That's bad enough." Ellen replied. "There's no escaping the life no matter how hard you try. Especially if Blaine has powers."

Sam nodded. "He does." he turned to Dean. "They do have good points, Dean."

"Et tu, Sam?" Dean snapped.

"I'm just saying." Sam shrugged. "I mean, look at me, too. Every time I try to have a normal life, I get sucked in. Also Blaine could want to be a hunter."

"Well, he's not going to be! Not if I have anything to say about it." Dean declared.

"So what are you going to do, if not put him in foster care? Just quit the life yourself?" Bobby asked.

Dean exhaled sharply. "What my dad didn't." He turned to Ellen. "Ellen, I was hoping you could stay and keep an eye on him. I'll still call him every night and drop by every time me and Sam pass through, but, he's gonna need parental supervision all the time."

Ellen and Bobby smiled. 'Maybe Dean isn't like his father as I thought.' Aloud, Ellen said "Of course I will."

"Great!" Dean clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "I'll explain the situation to Blaine, and bring him down here to introduce you guys."

XXX

Meanwhile, Blaine was upstairs in Lin's old bedroom. He pulled on her bathrobe and hugged himself. He then spent ten minutes crying into her pillow. After collecting himself, Blaine started packing up Lin's clothes, jewelry, and other belongings in boxes. Dean and Sam offered to help, but Blaine politely refused. He wanted to do this alone.

A few minutes later, Blaine heard something. He turned around to see a man in a trench coat staring at him. He stood up. "Castiel?"

"Yes." Castiel responded. "You must be Blaine."

Blaine nodded. "So…I guess you're my other dad?"

"Yes, it would appear so." Castiel replied. "I'm sorry about your mother."

Blaine swallowed and nodded. "Thanks."

"I know this is a bad time, but time is of the essence." Castiel walked towards Blaine.

"Uh…for what?"

"First, I believe you are innocent. You didn't choose this life." Castiel said. "However, my brothers and sisters- well, your aunts and uncles- may not agree. You need to be protected."

Blaine nodded in understanding. "Okay."

"I'm going to brand you with Enochian symbols into your ribcage. They'll keep angels from finding you- including me." Castiel raised his hand. Blaine took off the robe. He winced in pain as Castiel branded him. "Sorry. This is a bit unpleasant."

"It's okay." Blaine shrugged. "I have an extremely high threshold for pain."

"Outstanding." Castiel nodded. "I want to get to know you better. Tell me more about yourself."

"Uh, well, first, you need to know that I'm gay. I like men." Blaine braced himself for his reaction.

Castiel just nodded like it was no big deal. "Okay. What else?"

Blaine smiled. "Well, I love to read and sing. I watch TV, play a couple of video games, and I box."

Castiel nodded again. "What can you do? Do you have powers?"

"I do. I have super strength, I can move things with my mind, I can manipulate electronics, I'm invulnerable to an extent, I can tell if something is supernatural, I can tell that you're an angel, and I can knock people out if I touch their forehead." Blaine sighed. "Wow. That sounds like a lot."

"How good is your impulse? Can you control your powers?" Castiel questioned.

"For the most part." Blaine shrugged. "If I'm threatened, or if I get too angry; then I lose control."

"I see. I can teach you to control your powers more." Castiel offered. "If you'd be willing."

"Sure. I'd like that." Blaine smiled. "So, do I call you Dad, or do you prefer Father?"

"You can call me whatever you like." Castiel returned the smile.

Blaine nodded. He chuckled. "I can't believe that God is my grandpa. Can I meet him?"

Castiel sighed deeply. "The thing is…no one seems to know where he is."

"He's missing?" Blaine asked, confused.

"No. He just doesn't want to be found. It's complicated." Castiel answered.

"Oh." Blaine nodded.

"What the hell?" Blaine and Castiel turned to see Dean standing in the doorway. They both stood up.

"I branded him with Enochian." Castiel explained.

"He also offered to teach me to control my powers more." Blaine explained.

Dean sighed, folded his arms, and shook his head. "Fine. Whatever."

"Dean…he needs to learn to protect himself." Castiel said earnestly.

"Cas, will you excuse us?" Dean asked. Cas nodded and disappeared. Blaine looked at Dean, a little uneasy. Dean chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna yell at you."

Blaine looked relieved. He cleared his throat. "Not that I was expecting it…"

"So, you really don't have control over your powers?" Dean wondered.

"If I'm scared or angry enough, it gets out of control." Blaine shrugged.

"Oh." Dean nodded.

"Yeah…listen, there's something else you should know." Blaine sat back down. "I'm gay. I like men."

Dean nodded again. "Oh. Cool. Well…gay is okay."

Great relief washed over Blaine. He sighed and smiled. "Thanks. My, uh…ex-adopted dad wasn't so accepting."

"Well, I am." Dean assured him. "Your uncle Sam won't mind, either. What, uh…what'd your other dad say?"

"He was okay with it." Blaine shrugged.

"Good." Dean cleared his throat. "Listen, Blaine…you know your Uncle Sam and I are hunters, right?"

"Right." Blaine replied. "I actually read that book series by Carver Edlund…"

Dean tried his best not to groan. "So you have some idea of what that life is like."

"Yeah…I thought it would be fun, but…thinking deeper, it sucks." Blaine shrugged.

Dean sighed inwardly with relief. This was going to be easier than he thought. "Yeah, it really does. Once you're in, there is no getting out. Believe me- I tried."

"So, I'm guessing you don't want me to be a hunter." Blaine guessed.

"You guessed correct." Dean nodded. "So, if you've been reading the books, you should know that Uncle Sam started the apocalypse. If anyone finds out about you, they're gonna use you against me and your uncle."

Blaine swallowed and nodded. "Shouldn't I learn to defend myself, then?"

"That you should." Dean nodded in agreement. "I could teach you how to use a gun. Uh, we could go to the shooting range."

Blaine blinked in shock. "Uh…I'm not old enough to use a gun. I don't even have a driver's license yet."

"I know. But…against angels and demons, you're gonna want to know how to use them." Dean answered. "If it makes you feel better, I learned how to use a gun when I was five years old."

"Wow….do I even want to know what your dad was like?" Blaine asked without thinking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that."

"Apology accepted." Dean replied. "You also have to know that to live as normal a life as possible…you can't travel around and hunt with me and your uncle."

Blaine tried to remain calm. "I don't have any other family. My adopted parents and brother gave me up…my mom had no siblings…"

Dean instinctively put a hand on Blaine's shoulder to comfort him. "It's okay. I'll still call every night and I'll swing by when I'm passing through."

"So…what, I'll be a real life Peyton Sawyer?" Blaine asked.

"Except for the part where she lives alone." Dean replied. "I have a friend who will be looking after you until you're old enough to live alone."

"Oh. Okay." Blaine smiled. "What about school?"

"Well, I can't afford to keep you at that fancy private school you go to." Dean shrugged. "There's a public school about a mile from here- William McKinley High School."

Blaine tensed. "Oh."

"Something wrong, kid?" Dean asked.

"Nothing. It's just…I had a problem with bullies at my old public school. That's why I went to Dalton."

"Blainey, trust me: there are scarier things out there than bullies. The only way to get over your fear is to face it." Dean said. "'Sides, if they give you a hard time, then kick their asses. Hard."

Blaine chuckled and nodded. "Thanks."

Dean patted Blaine on the back and stood up. "All righty. Let's head downstairs. There's some people I want you to meet."

They headed downstairs into the kitchen. Sam, Ellen, and Jo were all sitting; drinking coffee.

"Ellen, Bobby, Jo; this is my son Blaine. Blaine, these are friends of mine and your uncles': Bobby, Ellen, and Jo." Dean introduced.

Ellen smiled, stood, and extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Blaine."

Blaine shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, too." He also shook Jo's hand.

"You're shorter than I expected." Bobby commented, tilting his head a little.

Blaine chuckled. "Thanks?"

Bobby scoffed. "I don't suppose you have healing powers?"

"No. Sorry." Blaine shook his head and shrugged.

"So, Blaine, Ellen and Jo are going to be staying with you while your uncle and I are on the road." Dean said before Bobby could respond.

"Oh. Okay." Blaine smiled.

"I promise I will call you every night and visit you every time I pass through Ohio." Dean said firmly.

Blaine nodded. "I'd like that."

"Great!" Dean clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "I uh, called McKinley. We have to meet with the principal tomorrow."

"Already? Can I at least say goodbye to my friends at Dalton first?" Blaine asked.

"Sure, of course, buddy. We can do that." Dean smiled. "Where is Dalton, anyway?"

XXX

"Wow. Was this place built in the seventeenth century or something?" Dean asked in awe.

Blaine chuckled. "Eighteenth century, actually."

"Awesome." Dean nodded. They headed into the senior commons.

"Blaine!" Trent ran over and nearly tackled his friend to the ground. "Oh. I'm sorry about your mom."

"Thanks." Blaine replied, hugging back.

Wes, David, and Thad walked up to Blaine as well. "Our deepest and most heartfelt condolences, Blaine."

"Thanks, guys." Blaine pulled away, sighed, and gestured to Dean. "Guys, this is my dad. My real dad. My mom tracked him down before she died. Meet Dean Winchester. Dad, these are my friends: Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Nick Duvall, Jeff Davis, Thad Weeks, and Trent Daniels."

Dean waved. "Hey."

"Hey. Dean Winchester. Why does that sound familiar?" Thad asked.

"Be…cause the character Dean Winchester from the Supernatural book series is named after me." Dean smiled widely.

"Blaine, I know you're going through a lot." Wes said. "We'll all understand if you'd rather have someone else take your solo spot at Sectionals."

Blaine sighed in dread. "Actually…someone's gonna have to take my place permanently. My dad can't afford to keep me in this school, and I don't qualify for a scholarship."

"What?! Are you kidding me?!" Flint Weston exclaimed. "We can't win Sectionals without you!"

"Dude. Calm down." David turned to Flint, then turned to Blaine. "Are you sure there's nothing you can do?"

"I'm afraid there really isn't anything I can do." Blaine shook his head sadly. "I'm transferring to William McKinley High School in Lima. This is goodbye."

Jeff fought back tears and hugged his friend. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Aw, I'll miss you, too." Blaine hugged Jeff back. "I'll miss all you guys."

"We'll miss you too, Blaine." Wes replied. "Per tradition, it is only fitting that we all sing a good-bye song to you before you leave."

Blaine glanced at Dean, who shrugged, then sat on the couch. The Warblers sang "So Long, Farewell" from The Sound Of Music. By the end, Blaine was in tears. He hugged his friends again.

"Good-bye, you guys." Blaine said. He waved as he and Dean left the room. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself. Looking up at his dad, he noticed Dean conspicuously wiping away a few stray tears. "Are you crying?"

Dean scoffed. "No, I'm not crying. It's just…allergies."

Blaine shook his head in disbelief and smiled. "Okay. I believe you."

"Good! Because it's true."

XXX

Later at the house, Sam and Dean drank beers in the living room. Sam furrowed his brow in thought. "So…how'd it go at that private school?"

"Great. His friends were understanding, but sad to see him leave." Dean took a swig of beer.

"Hmm." Sam nodded. Something had been bothering him ever since Blaine came into their lives. Dean took notice.

"Something wrong, Sammy?" Dean asked, tilting his head.

"It's just…Blaine has powers." Sam shrugged. "And you're okay with that?"

"Well, it's not like I have a choice whether or not he has them." Dean rolled his eyes. "Besides, they'll come in handy against…well…everything."

"You thought I was a freak because I had visions at one point and because I drank demon blood." Sam exclaimed.

Dean was confused. "Dude, when did I ever say that?"

"Seriously? You're playing dumb?" Sam scoffed. "The night we killed Ruby and Lillith, you left a voice message on my cell phone, saying that I am a freak, a vampire, and that you were done trying to help me!"

Dean's eyes widened with shock. "Sammy…I did leave a voice mail, but I did not say that! I said that we're family and that I was not going to give up on you!"

Sam stared for a minute and scoffed quietly. "Well then, who…?"

"Ruby is the more likely candidate." Dean shrugged. "Or Zachariah. He has been known to warp realities."

Sam took a deep breath. "Dean, I'm sorry. I should have known you better than this."

"Yeah." Dean nodded and stood. He cleared his throat. "Well, glad we got that cleared up."

"Yeah." Sam whispered and cleared his throat. "I think that covers our drama limit."

Dean was about to reply, when they heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from upstairs. They ran towards Blaine's room. "Blaine!"

They ran into the room and stopped short when they saw Blaine curled up on his armchair. "…Spider." Blaine squeaked in fear.

Dean exhaled sharply, walked over to the spider crawling across Blaine's floor and stepped on it, killing the spider. "Lesson number one: if it bleeds, you can kill it." Dean grabbed a tissue and scooped up the spider, and walked it over to Blaine, who shuddered and shrank away. "Blaine…the only way to get over your fear is to face it. Take the dead spider and throw it out the window."

Blaine gulped and gingerly took the dead spider wrapped in tissue. Holding it away from him, he headed to the window, opened it, and quickly threw the spider out. "Ugh…"

Dean smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Good job, buddy."

"I just feel so stupid being afraid of a spider." Blaine shook his head slowly.

"Hey, don't feel bad! Your uncle Sammy here's afraid of clowns!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam threw a glare at Dean, then smiled. "Yep. And your dad's afraid of planes."

Dean slugged Sam in the arm, causing the latter to snicker. "Anyway…get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."

XXX

The next morning was strange for Blaine. He had gotten used to waking up in a dorm room and putting on his uniform, then going down to the cafeteria for breakfast. Starting this morning, however, he picked out the usual polo shirt, skinny jeans, and bowtie and occasional sweater.

Dean drove him to the school after breakfast. They passed students either hitting each other or making out with each other along the way to the principal's office. Dean put a hand on his son's shoulder. "You good?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah."

"Principal Figgins will see you now." Said the secretary in a nasally voice.

Blaine and Dean walked into Figgins' office and tried not to gag at the smell of garlic, and sat down.

"Hello, and welcome to McKinley High." Figgins said in a monotone voice. He turned to Dean. "You must be Blaine Anderson, the new student."

"Actually, no. I'm his father." Dean replied. He didn't know whether or not to be insulted or flattered by the assumption. "Devon Anderson." He lied.

"Right. Sorry. Anyhow, I think you'll find your time here at McKinley High as…wholesome and fun. We have a good athletics program as well as a very talented glee club." Figgins went on.

Dean hid a scoff at "glee club" and nodded. "Good times."

"Indeed. You will need to fill out these forms, and then my secretary will hand you your new school books, your locker number and combination, your class schedule, and the school calendar." Figgins stood up to shake both Dean's and Blaine's hands.

Once Blaine had everything, he took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm ready."

Dean nodded. "Good. I'll see you later." He walked off.

"See ya." Blaine sighed.

'Well…it's all uphill from here, right?'

Little did Blaine know, he was very, very wrong.

Next chapter starts with the Glee episode "Audition". I'll try to add as much Supernatural and Glee canon as I can.