So I'm back! YAY! So actually it ended up being a bunch of thingst hat made me not able to write for a whole week. But now my laptop is finally back up and running (so happy about that little factoid). Also, the two shows are now out of the tech week craziness so that means a little less stress every single night. Thank you all for being patient with me for this story and getting out a new chapter. Also thank you so much for all the reviews! Every single time I get one it just adds to the fuel for writing this story. It makes me want to do this more then anything else.

Dean walked up to the counter where he saw nurses with multi colored shirts shuffling papers. The receptionist looked up at him, and he fiddled with the bunch of daisies he held in his hands.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Um. Yes please," Dean looked at the woman, and she gave him a small smile. "I'm looking for room 331. Novak," he added the name at the end.

She thought for a moment. "That will be level two. You take the elevator-"

"Liv," cut in a nurse in a pink shirt with ice cream cones on it. "I'm heading up there right now, I'll show him."

"Oh, thank you ma'am," said Dean, leaning away from the counter.

"No problem," she said, smiling. She grabbed a couple of folders from behind the desk and then walked around to him. "Follow me," she said, motioning with the folders.

"Thank you," Dean said to the receptionist who was just answering a phone call. She gave him a tiny nod in reply.

Dean followed the pink shirted nurse into the empty elevator. She pressed the 2 and then stepped back waiting for the door to close.

"So who are you here visiting?" she asked.

"My...my friend's mother," Dean said. He regripped the daisies.

"She has cancer."

Dean looked in surprise towards her. "How'd you know?"

"It's the cancer ward, hun," she said as the door opened.

"Oh," said Dean quietly. He followed her out of the elevator.

They walked for a little ways before the reached a new hall leading in both directions."I have to go down here, but 331 will be a left up there," she motioned him towards the right side of the hall, "and then you should find it pretty quickly. Just look on the doors."

"Thank you," Dean said as she began to walk the other way.

Dean walked slowly down the hall as nurses walked past him. He saw people sitting by hospital beds through the glass. Rooms had card taped up on the walls; flowers littering the side tables. 315, Dean saw and continued to walk, rounding the corner. 324, he read, and paused for a moment to play with the petals of the daisies to make sure they were even.

"Dean."

"Dean turned suddenly, and saw Cass coming towards him. He had a bag of cheetos in his hand.

Dean felt frozen to the spot.

"Cass," he finally got out.

Cass came over to him and gave him a soft smile.

"I'm so glad you came," he said in his low voice.

"I brought daisies," said Dean, handing them to Cass. Cass smiled and handed them back to him.

"You should give them to my mom. She loves daisies," he grinned at Dean. DEan turned red.

"Right. I mean - of course." Dean smiled.

They turned to walk in the way of the room.

"My dad's here," Cass said.

"Your - you dad?" Dean asked.

"Yes. He is here."

"So, I'm meeting your dad," Dean stated.

"I suppose."

"Okay."

Cass stopped walking, and put his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Cass asked.

Dean nodded.

They both walked over to a small room along the hallway with the number 331 written on the door. The door was slightly ajar, and Cass pushed it open more, dean followed behind.

"Hey, Dad. My friend, Dean, the one I told you about. He came to visit Mom."

A small built man with brown hair and a scruffy beard looked up. Rebecca also looked up, she smiled softly at Dean.

"It's nice to see you again, Dean," she said. Dean couldn't help but notice all the tubes and machines she was hooked up to. She looked well enough, but she seemed paler.

"It's nice to see you too as well," he answered.

"Are those daisies?" she asked, motioning to the flowers in his hand. Dean pulled them closer before going over to the side of her bed and handing them out ot her.

"Yes, these are for you," Dean said, passing them into her hands.

A large smile spread across her face. She pushed the white flowers towards her nose and breathed in deeply.

"I love daisies," she said softly.

"I'm glad you like them."

"Castiel, sweetheart," she said, "would you put those over on that table?"

"Sure, Mom," said Cass. He took the flowers and set them into a vase with lilies on the other side table on the other side of the bed.

Dean turned towards the man with the beard. He walked over to them and extended his hand.

"Hello, Sir. My name is Dean Winchester."

Cass' father shook his hand.

"I've heard a lot about you," he said looking down at Dean. Dean swallowed nervously.

"Chuck," cut in the sing-song voice of Rebecca, "would you get me a glass of water please?"

The man looked over to his wife. "Yes, of course dear. I'll be right back," he said before exiting the room.

Cass popped open the bag of cheetos and sat down in the seat his father had vacated.

"Don't mind my husband. He can be a little awkward around people. Castiel was so much like him when he was younger. Nose always stuck in a book."

"I heard he was a writer," said Dean.

"I still am," came the voice of Chuck from the door. "When I can," he added bringing a small cup of water to his wife.

"Thank you," she said, before he kissed her cheek.

Chuck came back over to the chair that Cass had sat in.

"So, Dean Winchester. You're in highschool?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Your brother is Sam Winchester, correct?" he continued.

"Yes, he is," Dean confirmed.

"When Castiel told me about you I knew I'd heard the name Winchester somewhere. Anna loves to tell me about her friends. She's convinced if she talks enough about them to me I'll write them into my stories." Chuck smiled to himself over this.

"Planted thoughts," said Dean.

"I think she does it when I'm napping on the couch. It makes for the strangest dreams," Chuck said, laughing.

Rebecca laughed with him and began to cough. Her coughs grew more violent.

"Do you need anything?" Chuck and Cass both asked.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," she said, quieting them both. "Castiel, sweetheart. I'm feeling much better. Why don't you and Dean go down to the cafeteria and relax."

"But, Mom-"

"Please sweetie, your Father and I need to chat," she said.

"Okay. I have my phone," he said to his father.

"Go," she said, grinning. She shooed them with her hands.

Cass gave a small smile to his mother and went over and gave her a peck on the cheek before he squeezed her hand. Dean got up and followed Cass out of the room and into the little hall again.

"How is she doing?" Dean asked once they neared the elevators.

"Make her comfortable. They told us to make her comfortable," Cass said in a whisper.

They went the rest of the way down to the large cafeteria in silence. When they had both sat down at a table Cass finally broke the silence.

"How has school been?"

Dean grimaced slightly.

People stared at Dean today. He had prepared himself for this. Staring and whispering. Benny looked up from his locker when he came over.

"Hey, man. I never got to talk to you after yesterday," said Dean.

"It's no problem," said Benny, not looking at Dean in the eye.

"Look, I know this is weirding you out," replied Dean. He tried to get his friend to see him. To look at him.

Benny shied away from the close contact. "I'm fine. I've got to get to class."

"Benny," called Dean, but the boy kept walking away.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"Crowley," Dean groaned. He turned to see the boy with Uriel. "What did you do?"

"What? I can't warn Benny that his BFF might have a giant crush on him. I mean, come on Dean. We all know that you don't just magically start to like boys. I just thought I'd present the facts that perhaps Benny might have been your first crush," explained Crowley with a grin on his face.

"You, twisted, son of a-"

"Uh, uh, uh. Shhh," cut in Crowley. He came closer to Dean. "We're in school. Really, Dean."

Jo came from nowhere and shoved the pudgy boy. Uriel came closer. "Get outta here," she spat at him.

"I'll take my leave now," said Crowley, fixing his shirt.

Dean sighed and leaned against the lockers.

"Has Benny said anything to you?" he asked Jo.

She shook her head. "I told you he's freaked. I've told him Crowley's a liar. I mean, Benny knows it. It just really bothers him."

"He hates me," said Dean, running his hands over his face.

"Dean. Was today alright?" Cass asked again.

"It was okay," Dean answered. He knew something was readable on his face because Cass had the look on him that said I'm seeing into your mind and soul and reading your thoughts.

"Crowley?" Cass asked, confirming Dean's belief that Cass was in fact a mind reader.

"It's nothing too bad. Nothing I can't handle."

Cass looked at him carefully. "I'm glad." he said. He looked down at the table. "I'd hate to have done something horrible. Or ruined something."

"I'm not a homo."

"Better run home and tell that to lover boy."

Dean shook his head, pushing the words away.

"Everything's fine," Dean said.

They sat in silence only for a moment, but it was enough for Dean to start playing drums on the top of the table.

"Anna wanted to see if Sam would come over," Cass said.

"What?"

"Sam. And you. Gabe and Balthazar are coming over this weekend. I thought you could bring Jo and Benny too. It could be a hang out. We could watch a movie," Cass said.

"That sounds like fun."

"Good. It'll be Saturday."

"Sounds like a plan."

Cass smiled wide.

"Anna's been driving me up the wall with all her craziness. She's been shouting foul since I get to bring so many friends home. She and Sam are working really hard on their project so I thought why not."

"Sam should be happy. Though, knowing them, they'll just use that time to work more."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," answered Cass.

They both laughed, but were interrupted by a loudspeaker going off calling for nurses on floor three.

"I don't know how you could do it," said Dean absently.

"Do what?" asked Cass.

"Be a nurse."

"It's not always pretty." Cass looked at Dean. "But, then again. Neither is the world."

"True," said Dean, looking over to the different tables with their occupents of patients, nurses, and doctors.

"I'm going to school next semester,: said Cass.

"Really?" asked Dean, looking back at him. Eyes widened in surprise.

"Yep. Public high school," he added.

"Not that private school?" asked Dean. Cass was going to be at the same school. He was going to be in the same place every day with him. He felt his heart race with excitement.

"We can't afford it," said Cass matter of factly.

"Are you okay with that?"

Cass got this far off look across his face. "You know when you can tell something is over because something else is going to happen?"

Dean tried to understand what Cass had said. "Not really," he finally concluded.

Cass looked at Dean, thinking for a moment of how to explain it better. "Like when at the beginning of the summer you're really excited about this party you are going to go to right before school starts, but then when the party actually happens it makes you sad because it means summer is almost over. The thing you've been waiting for is finally happening."

"I get that," said Dean, nodding in understanding.

'That's how I feel about school," Cass said. "If I could I would keep homeschooling."

"But, your Mom..." Dean started, but neither tried to finish the thought.

"Will you come early on Saturday? I know it's a lot to ask-" started Cass slowly.

"I'll be there early," said Dean readily.

Cass leaned back in his chair, and Dean didn't think he'd ever seen him so relaxed yet pensive. The dark hair boy looked down at his wrist where an old watch adorned his wrist.

"I'm going to head back up," he said softly.

Dean looked down at his phone.

"Oh, I should head home. Will you tell your parents I said goodbye?" asked Dean.

"Of course, Dean," answered Cass.

"I'll see you Saturday at?"

"How about 1?"

"One, sounds good. See you then, Cass," said Dean.

"Make sure Jo and Benny know their welcomed to come too," said Cass again. "The more the better."

Dean smiled. "I'll be sure to tell them."

They both got up from their chairs and walked over to the elevators. Cass pressed his thumb into the up arrow while dean stood a couple feet behind him. When Cass turned around Dean wrapped his arms around the shorter boy. They hugged for a moment, but Dean felt the content sigh that came from Cass against his body. Dean's heart seemed to calm, all the weight lifting away in the few seconds that they embraced before the ding of the arrival of the elevator pulled them apart.

Can you see one crazy chapter coming in your sight? actually you'll have a bit to wait for that Saturday chapter because there will be another chapter that for the sake of the story is looking like just a Dean chapter. But I think it is essential for the story line. Also I'm hoping to add in some characters, because seriously?! how is Bobby not in this yet? Who knows, but eventually him and other fun loving folk will be in here.

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