This chapter kind of just sprung up on me and yelled WRITE ME, so I did because my brian would not let the story go on without this chapter. I also worked really long on this chapter so it took a lot longer then I thought it would which is why I'm making it into a two parter.

I hope you enjoy!

Dean rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock on his side table. It read 8:30 a.m. He sighed. His night hadn't been the best sleep he'd ever gotten on a Friday to Saturday. He felt nervous about leaving the confines of his room, going into the warzone of facing his father for the first time since he had stormed out at dinner the day before. Dean had been about to come down the stairs when he had heard the door open. Mary had rushed over and immediately asked where his father had been. Apparently he had been getting a drink with Bobby, his best friend. Mary spoke in hushed tones but Dean got the jist of their conversation. John was ashamed of him, he didn't want someone like him as a son. He didn't even have to listen to know that his fears had been correct, so he'd just gone to bed right then. He plugged in some headphones, blasted some Metallica, and found uneasy peace in sleep. Now, he rubbed his face once more before heading down the stairs to face the morning. His mother was out with her friends this morning, he remembered her telling him that. Dean went for the cereal container and pulled out te bowl, spoon, and as he opened the door to grab the milk he heard,

"Good morning."

Dean took a deep breath and grabbed the milk, closing the fridge door, and looked at the older man.

"Good morning, Dad."

Dean went back to the table and poured the milk into the bowl and then the cereal and took a bite, letting the loud crunch of the cereal keep him from conversation. John sat down across from him with a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. They sat there eating slowly. John took out a newspaper and began to inspect the sports section. Dean just stared at the comics section that was tucked away out of easy reach. John noticed where Dean's eyes were and put donw the sports page and took out the comics page and handed it to his son. They went on like that until Dean felt that he had eaten his fill and took his bowl to the sink. His father still sat there sipping his coffee. Dean went back over to the table and took the milk container back to the fridge.

"Dean," said John, stopping Dean just as he came to grab the cereal box and head back upstairs. "Sit." Dean sat down, still gripping the box. "Your mother and I discussed a lot last night." Dean started biting his lip. "I'm not happy about this. I'm not comfortable with it." Dean's eyes began to well. He tried to hold it in. He could not cry in front of his father! "But, I want you to be happy." Dean looked up at his father. "And, if you like," John paused. "Boys," he continued. "Then, well I want you to be happy. So I guess what I'm saying that if this Cass kid makes you really happy-"

"He does," said Dean. He looked down in embarrassment as the thought escaped out of his mouth, but his father just nodded.

"Well," John coughed, "just, no funny business under this roof, you understand."

"Funny business?"

"You know, you just need to be careful, and...um..." Dean looked up at his father and

noticed that he looked flushed. Dean realized his father did not to be talking about this just as much as Dean did not want to hear his father talking about it.

"Its not like that Dad, I promise."

John cleared his throat. "Well, good. Keep it that way." John got up from his seat and

placed his bowl in the sink. "Don't forget to put the cereal back," he said before leaving the room leaving Dean on his own.

Dean sighed, a giant smile spreading across his face.

"What are you so happy about?" asked Sam coming into the kitchen in his pajamas.

"It's just a good day," said Dean, getting up and putting the cereal away.

"Whatever," said Sam coming over to the pantry and getting the same cereal out and bringing it back to the table.

Dean shook his head, and went and brought the milk back out for his brother. "Hey, Sam. Thanks for being so cool about everything."

"Well, you owe me big time," said Sam looking at his brother and glancing at the empty place where a bowl would be. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Ya whatever you little punk," he said going over to the continent and getting a bowl out for Sam. He went back over and rustled Sam' hair, much to Sam's disliking.

"You know one of these days I'm going to be taller than you," said Sam, pouring the cereal into the bowl.

"Ya, right. You keep thinking that."

Sam grunted a reply, his mouth full of cereal. He ate quickly while Dean got a glass of water. He started walking out of the kitchen and then turned to his little brother.

"Are you going to just sit there or am I just going to kick your butt at Xbox later?" he asked.

"No way!" said Sam getting up quickly and putting things back in their place. He ran over to Dean. "I'm kicking your butt!"

They played until Mary got back and told them to clean up before heading over to Cass' house. Dean got into a nice shirt and made sure Sam was all dressed.

"Both of you need to be polite and say thank you," started Mary.

"We know Mom. We know," said Dean.

"Okay, well I hope you have a good time. Call me when you need to be picked up okay sweetie."

"Thanks. Sammy, you have all your stuff?" asked Dean.

"Yep! I can't wait to show Anna all the stuff Dad was able to give me for parts. She is going to be siked!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, Dr. Horrible let's get going."

"Bye, Mom!" called Sam.

"Have fun," said Mary.

Dean lead Sam along the sidewalk to Cass' house.

"Hey Sam, I'm not sure how much Anna has told you about their house but their Mom is really sick and she won't be there. She's in the hospital," said Dean when they had walked a fair distance.

"Oh, how sick is she?" asked Sam.

"She's not in good shape," he replied. Sam looked down at the ground. "But don't make a big deal of it when you notice things."

"Like?" Sam asked.

Dean explained the chair for the stairs. Before he knew it they were standing in front of the house and walking up to the door. Anna popped her head out before they reached the final few steps and opened the door.

"Hi Sam, she said in a sing song voice. Dean really noticed how much she resembled her mother.

"Hi Anna," said Sam entering the house. "I brought some awesome parts in my dad's garage.

"Awesome, I'm so excited to work on it."

"Where should we go?"

"I have it all set up upstairs."

"Cool."

They ran up the stairs. Dean marveled at how immediately they were able to get along and into conversation. He turned to the right and saw Cass smiling at him, leaning slightly against a doorframe.

"Hi," said Dean.

"Hi," said Cass.

Dean walked over to Cass not really even caring that he was in Cass' personal space. For a moment he stood there looking into Cass' eyes and then he kissed him. Cass reacted quickly and smiled brightly when they pulled apart.

"You're in a good mood," he observed.

"My parents know," said Dean. Cass' eyes widened in concern. "Don't worry. I think, I think everything will be all right. A little uncomfortable and awkward, but okay."

"That's great," said Cass.

"Jo knows too...and Benny," told Dean.

"I was going to tell Gabe and Balthazar today, I was going to ask you about it," started Cass.

"Okay, lets do it," said Dean, smiling.

Cass smiled and kissed Dean quickly again.

"So I got a bunch of movies because I wasn't sure which one to watch," said Cass leading Dean into the family room.

"Okay, what do you have for choices?" asked Dean.

They both sat down on the couch, then Cass got back up and ran out of the room and came back in with a bag.

"I asked the librarian what she thought would be good for fast paced action. A good popcorn movie. So she thought these ones would be the best," he said laying out all the DVDs out.

Dean picked up each movie individually, looking at them He had seen them all.

"Indiana Jones, always good. Star Wars, that would be good because you've never seen it."

"I haven't seen any of these Dean," said Cass.

"Oh, wow," said Dean. He looked at the blue eyes boy who was now reading the back of the Indiana Jones movie. "Fast and the Furious, pretty good. Die Hard, nice action in that one. The Bourne Identity, a good movie, can be a little slow. Finally, Jurassic Park, oh, this is tough..."

"What do you think?" asked Cass.

"Well Star Wars is pretty long, so I'd go with Indiana Jones or Jurassic Park. Both are really great movies...different though. I guess you could leave it up to the rest of the group when they get here," he offered. Cass nodded his head in approval.

"Is Jo and Benny coming?" Cass asked.

"Just Jo," said Dean.

"Benny couldn't make it?"

Dean shifted.

"Benny isn't exactly comfortable being around me right now."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Cass softly.

"It's okay. I need to talk with him. He's been avoiding me, so I hope I can get to him somehow."

"I wish I could help," said Cass.

"You have too much going on right now."

Cass sighed. "It's amazing how fast this year is going by though," he opened.

"I know," declared Dean. "Halloween will be around the corner soon."

"Do you do anything for Halloween?" asked Cass.

"Not really. We have a party every year and then halfway through the kids go out and go around the neighborhood. Sometimes I go sometimes I don't."

"I usually just sit outside and hand out candy," said Cass.

"Sounds like fun?" Dean said questioningly.

"Anna goes out with Michael, I stay home for Mom," explained Cass.

"Well, if you wanted, you could come to my party," said Dean. "Your whole family is invited."

"I think that'd be fun," said Cass.

"So when is the rest of the party arriving? How much time do we have?"

"Well Gabe and Balthazar are planning to come at 3."

"Okay, I'll text that to Jo."

Dean pulled out his phone and sent the quick text. Cass scooted in closer to him on the couch. Dean felt his heartbeat begin to speed up.

"Why are you nervous?" asked Cass smiling softly.

"Nervous? I'm not nervous."

"Dean, we've kissed, but you jump when when I scoot in closer to your side."

Dean laughed awkwardly and shook his head.

"I don't know why..." He knew that was a lie. He felt like Cass made his heart go on fire now that he knew what it was like to be close to him.

"Favorite animal?"

"What?" asked Dean.

"I want to know more about you," said Cass. He didn't try to push what they had been just talking about.

"Um. I like horses," said Dean. It was true, he remembered going riding one time and he liked how free he felt when he was horse riding. "You?"

"Orcas. I think orcas are my favorite."

"Oh, okay, wow I was expecting dog or cat, not orcas," said Dean. Cass laughed. "Okay, favorite food?" asked Dean.

"My father used to make this stuff from the cans what is it called. Sloppy Joes. He used to make it when he got a short story or a poem published. It would be his personal victory meal. He can't cook at all so he would buy a bag of hamburger buns and a can of the stuff and meat. I guess his dad made it for him and it was the only thing he ever really got good at cooking." Cass thought for a moment. "You know, I hated the stuff too, he'd make them and all I'd really want was a real burger not sloppy joes, but now, now I think they're my favorite."

"I'm going with the best creation that has ever touched my taste buds, my mother's pie," said Dean with a giant smile plastered across his face from the thought of the food.

"What kind?"

"Every kind," he answered. "Apple, cherry, triple-berry, pumpkin, lemon, you tell her pie and she makes the best you've ever tasted. Then of course the second would be her chocolate chip cookies."

"Those cookies were delicious," said Cass.

"I keep telling her she should open a baking shop, but she just laughs at it. She always tells me she likes making it for her family and friends, but to do it as a job would ruin the joy of making it for the people she loves."

"Well, I'm glad I was able to have some of those cookies."

"And you will have the pie as well. The pie will be coming. And your taste buds will rejoice with happiness."

Cass laughed.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Cass asked.

"I like to help my dad with fixing cars. He's told me that when I'm old enough to get my license that he'll buy a cheap used car and we'll fix it up together."

"That should be really fun."

"I can't wait until I can drive myself places. It will be great!"

"I tend more towards the gardening, but I also really like to learn languages," said Cass.

"That's a hobby?" asked Dean. "I'm pretty sure that would be school."

"I think it's fun. My mother says I have a gift for it," explained Cass.

"What languages do you know?"

"I'm not fluent in any of them, but I'm learning Spanish, German, French, and ASL."

"ASL?"

"American Sign Language."

Dean nodded his head.

"The one with your hands."

"Yep, that's the one."

"How do you have all the time to learn that?" asked Dean.

"I've been able to get ahead in my studies these last few years. Plus I've been doing Spanish since I was very young," said Cass.

Dean shook his head in wonderment. "Still, I think you were kidding yourself when you said Anna was the one who got the brains in the family."

Cass looked down at his hands, he had a smile on his face that Dean could see. Cass looked up remembering something.

"Michael has told us that he wants to go into the Marines," he told Dean.

"Really?" asked Dean in surprise. "Are you okay with that?"

"Actually, it makes perfect sense. I think the military is the only place he'll feel like he is able to be useful."

"Still, that's scary."

"Yes, but I can tell he is happy about it. Which is great to see him excited about the future." Cass shifted slightly. "Okay, what's an embarrassing memory?"

"Embarrassing memory?" asked Dean. "Why does it have to be embarrassing?"

"I don't know. I thought it'd be interesting," said Cass with a coy smile.

"Um, okay. Embarrassing memory...well...okay when I was seven or eight, I can't really remember, my dad cleaned out our shed and found a few baby mice that had been abandoned by their mother. I saw them and I couldn't let my dad kill them so I took them and declared that they were our new pets."

"What's so embarrassing about that?" asked Cass.
"Well I continued on like that for a week, taking care of them, feeding them, and I even named them. I kept them always with me and would show anyone - I mean anyone - my pets. I even gave them names."

"What were their names?" asked Cass.

Dean grimaced slightly. "Bubbles and Fluffy." Cass broke out into laughter. "What? I was seven!"

"Or eight," added Cass, still laughing.

"People didn't let that die for a long time. Jo still sometimes asks me if Fluffy and Bubbles are doing all right."

"I think it's sweet," said Cass, still laughing a little.
"Well, tell that to everyone who remembers me shoving a wild animal in their face and declaring that they needed to profess their love to it."

"Are you sure you were that bad?" asked Cass.

"I'm pretty sure I was pretty bad."

"Well, I guess mine isn't as extreme," said Cass. "But when I was younger I use to watch my dad work on his poems and all I wanted to do was be like him. So I wrote poems for him all the time. Well by the time I was twelve I didn't do that anymore, but apparently he has them all still in his journal and during a family reunion that we went to he pulled them out and let them be read by my entire family. It was mortifying."

"I'd think you would write beautiful poetry," said Dean.

"No, my poetry is not something you would call beautiful. Think, roses are red, violets are blue, I saw a skunk who's black and white too."

"At least it rhymed?" offered Dean, laughing.

"He still has them too. He won't let me burn them."

"They must have meant a lot to him."

"I guess, but they're kind of like those old baby photos that you don't want anyone to see ever."

"I get that."

"Hey," broke in Cass suddenly. "Before everyone comes do you want to help me make something? I was thinking I'd make a couple food options."

"Sure, sounds like fun." They walked back over to the stairs. "Should I be worried that we haven't heard anything from those two?"

"I glad I haven't heard anything blow up, so I don't think so."

Dean laughed. "Okay." He followed Cass into the kitchen.

So no Gabe, Balthazar, and Jo just yet. Sorry for making you wait so horribly long, but this chapter was just really fun to write. =D

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