A/N I'm so sorry I did't upload earlier! I've had a busy week, with a judo camp in the weekend. I'm so dead but it was totally awesome, so worth it! Anyways, thanks for being patient and here's your update :)
The next days, Castiel did most of his homework at school and at home, so he could go to the garage more often. Dean was teaching him how to fix cars, and he was getting well at it. He had read books about it and was a quick learner. The sad thing about it was that he had less time to read, but instead of it, he could spend more time with Dean, and that was really worth it.
Bobby was also glad with Castiel, he had liked the boy before so he didn't mind it when Castiel came by, but now he got more help in the garage. Maybe, when Dean would leave, Castiel would take his job. He wasn't as good as Dean was, but he was definitely helpful. Bobby smiled as he thought about it. He cared for those boys like they were his own.
All three of them brought happiness in his life, even when Dean got fresh wounds, and even when Sam was brought for the 20th time in a row because John was home again. He helped Sam with his homework, and made lunch for Dean. He didn't have any children himself, but he knew how to act around them. He was as proud as Dean was when Sam came home with a good grade, and he was as proud as Sam was when Dean got a complement from the owner of a car he had fixed.
And even Castiel, who had it nice at home, seemed to find his place at Bobby's. All of them were friends, almost family. There were some times where Bobby had seen Dean and Castiel kiss, but instead of scoffing at them and telling them to get to work, he just smiled and gave them some privacy. Both of them deserved each other, and who knew how much time they had before Sam and Dean had to leave?
Dean had talked to Bobby, about his dad, about his past, about how much he cared for Sam, and also how much he didn't want to leave. But he had no other choice. Once John was done with this town, or when he got the police at his feet, they had to leave, and that's how his life went. Bobby had said that they were always welcome if they ever needed a place to crash.
Today was one of the days Dean had overestimated himself. He came by in the morning to pick up Sam, who practically lived at Bobby's. Once Bobby had heard the engine of the Impala, he sent Sam outside with his books and a self-made lunch. He wished him good luck for the science test Sam had, and waved at Dean who waited in the car.
When Dean came back, he got out of the car, and nearly fainted. Bobby rushed over to him "Good gods, boy, what happened to you?" he asked as he picked up Dean and put him on the couch inside.
"Got no sleep last night, John was... really mad." Dean explained.
"Go to sleep, I will have food for you when you're done. You can't work when you're in this condition.
As Dean woke up, the first thing he noticed was the smell of bacon and eggs. He turned around, eyes still closed when he heard a familiar voice. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Dean."
Dean smiled. "Hey, Cas, shouldn't you be at school?"
"Always concerned for other people, isn't it? I just came from school, its 4pm." Dean's eyes opened immediately.
"Sammy... I have to-"
But Bobby, who just came inside, interrupted him. "I have picked up Sam already, don't worry boy. Now, I didn't make this food to throw it away, so eat something."
As Dean ate, Castiel looked at him. "How bad is it?" he asked. Dean pulled up his shirt, and Castiel saw a big bruise on Dean's side. It looked extremely painful, and Castiel let his fingers softly touch it. He wondered how John could do this to his own son.
"I'm not as fragile as you think, it doesn't hurt that bad," Dean said, his mouth full of food.
"Oh gross! Please don't talk with your mouth full of food, I'm gonna throw up!" Castiel exclaimed which caused Dean to nearly choke on his food from laughter.
"I'm sorry," he hiccupped, his mouth still full of food. Castiel looked away and acted like he was seriously going to throw up.
"I don't see any bucket here, so I will just throw up on you, you're warned," he said and Dean quickly closed his mouth. When he was done, he stood up from the couch and looked at the clock.
"Dammit, I have to get home already. Where's Sammy?"
He said goodbye to Castiel, thanked Bobby, and headed home. Dinner was simple and when John went out, Dean brought Sam back to Bobby. Once he arrived, he decided he was feeling well enough to work for a few hours. During the drive, he thought about it. How long would this go on? How long before he had to leave Castiel and Bobby behind?
When he arrived home, John was waiting for him in the kitchen. Oh shit.
"Where is Sam and where were you?" John asked as soon as he saw Sam was not with Dean.
"Sam is at Bobby's and I was at work," Dean replied, hoping John would not hurt him that much.
"Who is Bobby?" Dean thought about it before picking his words.
"Bobby is my boss, and Sam is there when I have to work. He cares for Sam, Sam is safe there."
John seemed to be satisfied with that answer, and went right to bed. Dean cleaned up the empty bottles John had thrown around, and went to his own bed, happy he didn't got new bruises today. But that happiness was gone once he saw his room.
John had thrown all kinds of stuff around; he had been drinking here, which caused the room to smell like beer. The small table was in 2 pieces and the chair was nowhere to be found. The window was broken, and the door was bent. Dean sighed. No bruises, but a room to clean up. Great
While Dean cleaned up the room and tried to sleep when the cold wind blew all around him, Castiel didn't sleep either.
Castiel was sad, and the only thing he wanted was being curled up in Dean's arms and cry. He had suddenly realized it. Dean was going to leave him. Whether it was now, in a week, or in a month, it was going to happen. And Castiel couldn't do anything about it. The only thing he could was spend as much time with Dean as he could.
He thought about how he and Dean had gotten together. How Dean had told him he would like to be friends. How Dean acted different around him and their classmates. How Dean had told the story he never told anyone to Castiel. How Dean had thanked him for accepting him how he was. How Dean had kissed him back.
How Dean had promised Castiel he would come back for him when he and Sam were going to leave. How Dean had been teaching Castiel how to fix cars. Dean's proud smile when Castiel got it right. Dean's proud smile when Sam came home with a good grade. Dean's happy smile when he saw Sam with friends. Dean's smile when he accepted a complement.
The thankful smile he gave Bobby when Bobby had been paying Dean more than Dean had worked for. The satisfying smile when Dean had finally fixed a car that had a lot of different problems. Dean's smile.
Dean's eyes that smiled when Dean smiled. Dean's eyes that looked at Castiel as if Castiel was the most wonderful thing in the world. Dean's eyes that looked right into his own the moment before he kissed Castiel. Dean's eyes, greener than grass. Dean's eyes.
And with that image in his head, Castiel finally drifted off to sleep.
The next day went just like all the others, Castiel got up, went to school, waited for the classes to be over. The endless rambling of Miss Talbot. The endless formulas in his math book. During lunch, he sat with Charlie and they chatted about everything, as always. After what seemed forever, he finally got out of school.
He walked to the garage where he spent his time working, and talking with Dean and Bobby. He had become more and more useful in the garage and he was at the point where he could get a car on his own to fix. They were the easy things to fix, but he could use it as practice and Dean and Bobby could work on the difficult things for a longer time.
That evening, he just had dinner and sat in his room when his phone went off.
Calling: number unknown
"Hello?" he asked as he picked up.
"Hey, is this Castiel?" he heard a voice say. It sounded somewhere familiar but so did all the voices over the phone.
"Yes," he answered. "Who are you?"
"It's Sam."
Oh shit.
"Why... Why are you calling? Is something wrong?" the next thing he heard made him almost throw up his whole dinner.
"Yeah, it's Dean. He's had an accident and is now in the hospital."