I'm not really sure why, but this chapter took me a lot longer then I thought it would, which is why it is coming out during the day and not at night like I normally do it. Well, whatever, it's out so horraayyyy! Also, can I just mention how amazing you all are! Seriously this story would not be here if it weren't for you guys, so thank you for reading my story and getting me here.

Not sure exactly when the next chapter will be coming, just because tomorrow looks crazy, so cross your fingers that I get it done by Saturday!

Dean came into the kitchen still wearing his leather jacket. Sam followed behind him with a triumphant smile across his face.

"School was good, I take it?" Mary asked the younger boy.

"Half-days are always a good thing," said Dean opening the fridge.

"Mrs. Bernberry told me that I was the best in the class," said Sam triumphantly.

Mary gave him a hug. "That's great honey." They pulled apart as Dean grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. "Your father asked me to remind you about the robot parts that you were asking him about."

"Oh," said Sam excitedly, "I'm going to go and get those." He began to run from the room but Mary called him back.

"Take this," she said handing him a snack.

"Thanks, Mom!" he called while heading to the garage.

Dean took a sip from the can, lost in thought, then suddenly said, "I almost forgot. Tomorrow is it okay if I go to Cass' for the afternoon? Before Sam is going over?"

"First, I wanted to talk with you about something," said Mary turning to face him.

"What?" asked Dean. He swallowed slowly.

"Well," Mary started, "I was in the supermarket this morning and I ran into Mrs. Braeden." She paused. "You know, Lisa Braeden. You two used to seem friendly."

"Mom. I really-" said Dean, breathing heavily and starting to get to the stairs.

"I need to get this out," she said blocking his way. "Sweetheart, is there something you need to tell me about? What has been going on at school?" she asked. She looked concerned, and Dean felt like he wanted to melt away.

"Nothing. Nothing is going on," he said quickly and started for the stairs.

"I'm just giving you a heads up," she called from behind him. "This is not the end of this conversation. Dinner tonight. You, your father, and I are going to discuss this Dean."

Dean ran up the stairs to his room slamming the door shut behind him. He plopped down on his bed, running his hands through his hair, his breath quickening. Three small knocks sounded on his door.

"What," he managed to get out.

"Are you okay?" asked Sam coming in slightly.

"Leave me be," said Dean, looking down.

"Did you and Cass fight?" asked Sam.

Dean looked up in surprise. "What?"

"You're dating now," said Sam nonchalantly.

"How did you even?" started Dean, stumbling on the words.

"Middle School isn't that far away from the high school," said Sam, shrugging.

Dean glared at him. Sam sighed in defeat and came over to sit on the bed next to Dean.

"Uriel's younger brother Raphael started shoving me in the cafeteria Wednesday," he explained. "He was saying something about being queer. That we both were, it was like a disease."

Dean's face fell.

"I'm sorry."

"No big." Sam got up from the bed and went over to the door half leaving before peeking his head in again to ask, "Do Mom and Dad know?"

"I'm pretty sure now they do. I have Mrs. Braeden to thank for that."

"I'm sure it will smooth over soon," Sam said.

"I'm pretty sure things like this don't just die down. It's a life deal," said Dean.

"Well, atleast you have Cass."

Sam left Dean with that. Dean pondered that as he pulled out his computer and turned it

on. He went onto his email.

From: Charlie

To: Dean

Hey Dean, I'm game for chatting whenever. But I like face to face. Or at least, cyber face to face. Anyway, skype me. I'm normally free between...all the hours excluding school. My name is charleischarlie99. Talk to you soon.

Dean opened his skype and sent that contact a request. Within the next three minutes the contact excepted and started a phone call.

"Hello, Dean, wait just a sec, I'm trying to add video."

Suddenly a window popped open with a smiling red head looking at him. She looked similar to how he remembered her, but also she looked distinctly older than she had two years prior.

"Hey, Charlie," he added, starting up his own video.

"Nice to see your face. You did always look like an Abercrombie model didn't you. Guess that hasn't changed."

"Um..." said Dean awkwardly.

"Right," said Charlie, knocking her head with her palm. "You have a problem. What do you want to do?"

Dean thought for a moment. "I think my parents know."

"Know what?" she asked.

"That I'm with Cass. That I kissed Cass," said Dean quickly.

"Okay." She nodded her head, understanding what was going on. "So you're about to have the gay explosion or the calm acceptance speech."

"My Mom didn't seem like she was freaking out," gave Dean.

"That's good," said Charlie. She smiled encouragingly.

Dean ran a hand through his hair, rubbing his forehead as well. "This just feels so fast."

"What does?" asked the red head.

"The year," said Dean, throwing his arms in the air. "Things with Cass. I mean the minute I first saw him I knew he was special. But we barely know each other, or at least we haven't been around each other that much, yet it still feels like-"

"You understand one another," she supplied.

"Yes."

"Crap man," she said, raising her eyebrows. "You're in deep. You are one special person to have found something like that in high school."

Dean gave a small smile to that, then his lips formed a strained line. "Everyone is getting me so down in school. I've had graffiti on my locker. One of my best friends still won't talk to me. All the people who used to call me friends are all looking behind them as if I'm lusting after them from behind when I'm around. I'm pretty sure next week I'm just going to change in the nurse's bathroom for gym," he started to laugh as he got near the end of his rant. "And it's crazy too, because until I met Cass I'd never thought about a boy like that. I mean, I hadn't even thought of dating, I knew Lisa liked me, and some other girls."

Charlie let him catch his breath. "Cass is just the right person."

"Now with my parents having a talk at dinner. I feel like I'm walking to my death," Dean said.

"I know this might be overstepping, but have you told Cass your problems?" asked Charlie.

"No, he has too much going on right now. This seems so small in comparison."

"Dean, you need to tell him," she said. "You guys need to make some decisions about what you're both doing. Because letting all this grow is going to make you crash and burn, and you'll only end up resenting him for getting you in so deep."

"I really like him," he said.

"Then does all the bad stuff matter? I mean, when you're with Cass what does it feel like."

"I just want him to be there. I just want him to stay. We don't even need to talk or do anything," answered Dean. He let the words flow out of his mouth.

"Seems like you have it all figured out." Charlie sat back in her chair. "Don't stress about your parents or anyone else. You know how you feel and that's all that matters."

"Thanks, Charlie," said Dean.

"No prob, hey! You and I, we will be playing on chat."

"Sure thing. That sounds good," he said, smiling.

"Bye, Dean."

"Bye."

Dean closed the Skype and taking a deep breath. His palms were no longer sweating, and over all he felt much better. He surfed the web until he heard Sam run down the hall.

"Dinner's ready," his brother called outside the door.

"Okay, I'm coming," he replied.

Dean got off the computer and exited his room. He walked down the stairs slowly, listening to the sound of plates and silverware being set.

"What's for dinner?" he asked running into Sam.

"Pasta Casserole," said Sam with a smile plastered on his face.

"Yum."

They both went and sat at the table staring at the food before them.

"Wait for your father to get here before you start in," said Mary, knowing that all they wanted to do was eat now.

"I'm here, I'm ready. Let's eat," said John coming into the room looking cleaned up for dinner.

"Thank you, Mom!" said Sam as he piled the pasta on his plate with some vegetables.
"It looks wonderful, Mary," said John, giving her a small kiss.

Mary gave John a smile.

"Was work good today?" she asked once they had all gotten their servings.

"Yes, it was really good. I think I finally got Mr. Knu's engine to start-"

"I'm dating Cass," blurted out Dean. He was the only one who hadn't eaten anything yet.

"What?" asked John.

"I'm dating Cass," Dean repeated.

"Honey, are you," started Mary.

"You," said Dean, looking confused. "Earlier you said we were going to talk about it at dinner. So I'm talking about it. Cass and I are together."

Mary looked at him, and then looked like she was thinking. "I was going to talk about the fact that you and Lisa had a fight at school. Mrs. Braedon said that Lisa was so upset over it."

"Oh," said Dean, collapsing slightly in his chair.

John put down his fork. "Sam. Would you please go up to your room while your mother and I speak with Dean."

Sam looked up in shock. "Why do I have to leave? I knew before either of you."

"You knew?" asked John.

"Yes."

Sam noticed the look his mother gave him and sighed before grabbing his plate and heading to the stairs.

"Sweetheart, what is going on. I didn't even think. I thought you liked Lisa, or Jo maybe," started Mary.

"No!" exclaimed Dean.

"When did this happen?" asked John.

"We just like each other. I don't know," said Dean going back and forth between his parents.

"Dean, I'm just not understanding," said John.

"I'm gay," Dean yelled. "How hard is that to understand?"

They sat in an uncomfortable silence.

"I'm going out," said John suddenly, getting up from the table and heading over to the door.

"Dad, please don't do that. Don't leave," said Dean.

"John, we need to talk about this," said Mary, getting up and following him.

"I'll be back," he called before shutting the door.

"John!" Mary called after him out of the room leaving Dean in the kitchen alone until she came back alone. Mary didn't look at Dean, but took John's barely touched food to the sink. "I could see it."

Dean looked up in surprise, tears running down his face.

"You could?" he asked.

"You two, you just hit it off so quickly, I mean. I'm your mother, I should have known," she said. She began to clean the plate off.

"Does Dad hate me?" whispered Dean.

Mary turned to her son and saw his hunched shoulders and tear stained face. "No, no, come here sweetheart." Dean got up and went over to her. She wrapped her arms around him. "He just needs time to cool off. It's not easy. I mean. You just took us by surprise."

"I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Come here," she said wiping the tears away from his face. "I'm glad you told us. Shouting it out might have been a bit much," said said with a small smile, "but you'll see. Everything will be all right. Everything will be all right."

Just then Dean felt his pocket buzz as he got a text. He pulled away slightly from his mother so that he could get it out and saw a new message from Cass.

I miss you. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. ~Cass

Dean smiled.

So is everything going pretty well so far? I'm excited to see some friendly faces back in the next chapter, but don't be surprised if you don't see Benny just quite yet. Everything has it's time.

Love you guys!