This chapter was just one of those ones that just sprung up and said "write me!" So ya, that is this chapter. Also, be prepared for a nice chapter tomorrow with burgers, chit-chatting, and school flash-backs (which means CROWLEY!) who surprisingly is quite fun to write. So yay! That should be fun. It won't happen for a while but I'm definitely planning a showdown between them at some point, because seriously that has to happen. Be prepared for much up and downs with this story I am now fully equipped with a plotted out time-line that I'm kind of following.

Dean was sitting on the bed when he heard Sam call him from down the stairs.

"Uh, Dean, someone's at the door for you."

"Okay, I'm coming," he said, getting up from his bed and coming down the stairs quickly. He ran to the door without looking to see who it was and stopped suddenly when he noticed the face.

"Hello, Dean," said the harsh voice.

"Michael," whispered Dean.

Michael's facial expression stayed solum while he looked at Dean. Dean shivered. There was something about the Novak family and their ability to look at someone as if they could see more then the person before them, as if they could see the person's soul. He liked how Cass did it - innocently, unknowingly - but Michael just seemed to know that he could make someone flinch by looking at them.

"Would you take a short walk with me?" asked Michael.

"Um." Dean turned to Sam who was just staring at the taller man. "Sure. Sam, would you tell Mom I'll be back soon, and I have my cell," he told his brother.

Sam looked in surprise at his brother like, you're really going to go with this person? "Okay," the young boy said slowly.

Dean exited the front door after sliding on a jacket and walked with Michael for a minute in silence. Michael didn't look at Dean, but stared ahead. It was a very rigid walk, and Dean wondered if he was practicing for the Marines.

"Castiel told my family yesterday about you two," said Michael finally.

Dean felt the air rush out of his lungs. "Oh, he didn't tell me..." he said slowly.

"Yes," confirmed Michael. Dean looked up at him, and Michael tilted his head down a little. "He said he didn't want to make you too nervous about it."

Dean didn't really feel angry. He hadn't asked Cass about telling his parents so he couldn't really hold it against him for doing the same now that it was out in the open.

"How'd everyone take it?" Dean asked.

"Reasonably well." Dean let out a sigh of relief. "I'm pretty sure my father and my mother already suspected it once they met you."

Dean nodded. He remembered the hospital visit and how Cass' mother had encouraged them to go together for a chat.

"How about you?" asked Dean.

"He's my little brother. I keep a look out for him," said Michael.

The nervousness returned. Dean felt sweat build, and his hands beginning to get clammy.

"I know," he said.

"You watch out for Sam?" asked Michael.

"Always."

Michael nodded and stopped at a street corner and looked at Dean. "Castiel is young. He may seem strong and well spoken and mature, but he is young, and so are you."

"I know," said Dean, not wanting to look the man in the eye.

Michael sighed and looked off towards two kids who were laughing and playing in their yard a few houses away. Their laughs and yells flooded the silent street.

"I also know things haven't been easy at school," he said.

"When is school ever easy?" joked Dean. "I mean, it's high school."

"Don't try to lie to me Dean, things are not easy right now," said Michael in a stern voice.

Dean shifted his feet.

"Some people don't like it. But I still have my friends," he told Michael.

"You mean the friend who is avoiding you?" asked the man.

Dean's eyes widened and he looked up in surrpise.

"How do you know all this?"

"Castiel told me."

"He did?" asked Dean.

"Tell me Dean," began Michael, "if you learned about your brother being in a relationship would you let it just slide?"

Dean thought about Sam and if anything was happening to him, or if he liked someone what he'd do.

"No," he finally agreed. "I get all the information I could."

Michael nodded.

"So, Castiel is going into school after the Christmas break, the same school where you are being ostracized for being with him," he said.

"I know-" started Dean.

"Listen Dean," broke in Michael. "Castiel hasn't ever been to school, his best friends are people he has known for years, he hasn't ever been seriously picked on or bullied," he paused, "I've made sure of it. He is innocent, a child." He slowed down and looked out to the horizon. "And, I'm not going to be there to protect him."

Michael scared Dean, made him feel nervous, but he also could understand where he was coming from. The desire to protect your family. If Sam were ever in danger or going into a situation where he was being picked on or hurt Dean would do everything in his power to protect his little brother.

"It's only October," he said. "By the time Cass gets in school this whole thing will have blown over."

"I take it you will want to be affectionate with him?" asked Michael.

Dean blushed, and stammered, "Well, yes, I mean-"

"You'll want to be able to hug him, hold his hand, kiss him - just like any other couple." Michael turned towards him and put his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean looked up at him, and noticed that Michael's eyes looked sad now. "But it won't be like that Dean. This is a small town, a small school, things will be seen, and you don't want to hide it." He stopped and sighed. "So all I'm asking you is to...watch out for my brother."

"I will," said Dean fiercely. "I promise."

"And Dean," said Michael.

"Yes?"

Michael's grip on Dean's shoulder hardened. "If you hurt my brother, if you break his heart, if you break this promise, I will find you. I don't care who you are, where I am, but if you hurt my family - I will hurt you." Dean gulped. "I'm glad we were able to talk this out," said Michael, releasing his grip on Dean.

"Ya, me too," said Dean quietly.

"It was nice to see you again Dean," said Michael walking straight ahead, leaving Dean at the street corner.

"You too Michael."

Dean walked back to his house, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets as each step he took was focused and thoughtful. When he opened the door Sam was sitting reading a book on the couch.

"Who was that?" asked Sam.

"Cass' brother," said Dean.
"He seemed...nice," Sam said, putting the book in his lap.

"I think he wanted to skin me alive," said Dean coming over and sitting on the top of the sofa overlooking his little brother.

"He knows about you and Cass?" asked Sam.

"Yep. It's all out in the open." Dean looked at his little brother. "You know Sammy," he started, and the young boy looked up at him, "if anyone is still picking on you about this I can come. If you need me to throw some punches on those bullies I will."

"No, I don't need that Dean. I can look out for myself," said Sam, grinning.

"Ya, I know you can," said Dean. He ruffled his brother's hair up.

"Stop it!" cried an annoyed Sam.

The beeping of Dean's cell phone broke him away and he got up from the back of the

couch.

"Just this once I'll leave you alone," he told the boy.

"Sure. sure," grumbled Sam, pulling the book back up.

Dean smirked and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Once he had comfortably flopped onto his bed he took his cell phone from out of his pocket and looked at the message on the little screen.

Cass: I just saw my brother and he told me he went to talk to you. I'm so sorry for anything he may have done or said.

Dean smiled and texted back.

Dean: Don't worry. It was just a big brother thing. Everything is fine. But if you happen to see on the news that I've been murdered or disappeared your brother might be the culprit ;)

Cass: He was that bad? I'm so sorry.

Dean: No. But I wish you'd given me a warning about telling your family.

Cass: It kind of just broke out of me yesterday. I think I was still on a high from when you were here.

Dean: They took it all right though?

Cass: My parents apparently knew...whatever that means.

Dean: What about Anna?

Cass: She knew from school. Have you not been telling me about how bad it is at school?

Dean: I can handle it.

Cass: I know. But I still want to know what's going on. Please, tell me?

Dean: Tomorrow? At the diner?

Cass: Sure. 6?

Dean: That works.

Cass: I'll meet you there. I'm going to be with Gabe before.

Dean: Alright, I'll see you tomorrow at 6.

Cass: And then you'll tell me?

Dean sighed.

Dean: And then I'll talk.

Cass: =)

Dean laid his head down on his pillow and just stared at the smiley face. And rubbed his face with one of his hand.

Just wanted to let you know that I've read all of your reviews about the Halloween costumes and THANK YOU! Because seriously some of them are so creative! I'm so sad that they can't wear like five different costumes. I am still thinking and deciding what I'm going to do, so if you have any more please let me know. Also, a reason why I might not use a suggested idea is not because it is bad, but some of the characters already presented I actually don't know much about (You're talking to a semi-newbie nerd/fandom person), and I son't want to make them wear a costume for a character I know nothing about. Because...well that would be very hard to write =)

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