Chapter 12: Secret Meetings, and Disruptive Fathers
Night fell over the bunker, and Dean sat in the living room watching a movie with his brother and father. John seemed interested in knowing what kind of movies had come in the past ten years. Dean knew he was only interested as a way of keeping Dean distracted for a few hours. He seemed to think it would help Dean relax. Really, Dean just wanted the movie to be over and them to go to sleep.
Unfortunately for him, Sam had suggested the Lord of the Rings movies as a starter. Dean was happy for awhile. He liked the movies, and it meant they had to sit in silence, lest they miss anything. However, half-way through the final movie, it was getting late. He should have known Sam would have gotten the extended additions. He wondered if Castiel was waiting for him. But he knew about the movie marathon. Had actually joined them for a bit, but half-way through he decided he could be doing something more productive and left.
He returned half an hour later to tell them that dinner was ready and walked back to the kitchen. Sam had paused the movie and went to the kitchen with the others. Dinner was simple, as Castiel did not have many skills in the kitchen. But it was edible, so they ate quickly. Dean having more trouble then usual holding his cup steady. Nobody noticed, and if they did, no one said anything.
That was four hours ago, and he was starting to feel twitchy. He needed to leave, needed to get up and do something. But that would tip off his father and Sam that he was hiding something. He kept telling himself Castiel had said when everybody went to sleep, he knew about the movie. He wasn't sitting at the car waiting for him. As if to prove his point, Castiel had walked into the room and sat down in one of the arm chairs, book in hand.
After what seemed an excruciatingly long time, the final credits started to roll across the screen. Dean internally sighed in relief and stood up. He stretched his muscles and yawned to sell the act before saying.
"Great movie." He said, then yawning again. "I think it's time to call it a day. So I'm off to bed." He said, walking out of his room, catching Castiel's eyes to let him know he would see him later.
"Really?" Sam asked, turning to watch his brother. "You don't want to watch the extra features?"
"No." Dean answered fast, then thought it was a bit too quick with the look Sam was giving him. "I mean, why ruin the magic Sam. You know all that stuffs going to do is show how fake everything is." He explained, keeping his voice, he hoped calm and normal.
"Okay, you have a good night." Sam said, turning the menu to the special features. "I'm gonna watch all the work that went into it."
"You to, Sam. You to." Dean said, walking down the hall and to his room. He laid down on his bed and waited. It was past midnight, and he wanted everybody to go to sleep.
He thought he wouldn't have long to wait, after all, how long could Special features last. Thirty minutes, an hour, couldn't possibly be that long. To pass the time, he worked on what he wanted to say to Castiel. Everything he wanted to go over, and maybe some other things.
John watched his oldest walk out of the room and wondered if something was wrong. He had not seen Dean that jumpy since he was sixteen and waiting for the right opportunity to sneak out. John thought of that for a moment. He looked to his youngest who was sitting in the chair watching the documentary they had of the making of the movie.
"You don't think Dean's planning on sneaking out again, do you?" John asked, looking to his son. Castiel had lifted his head from his book at that. Watching the conversation in silence.
"What?" Sam asked, looking at John. "You think so?"
"You saw how jumpy he was. I think he wants us to go to sleep so he could get out without anyone noticing like he did last time." John explained, pointing in Dean's direction.
"No, I don't think that's it." Castiel answered, chiming in and putting his book on the table next to him.
"Then what was that, huh?" John asked, shooting a reproving look at Castiel. He didn't know Dean as well as John or Sam did. He was sure of that.
"He was pretty twitchy at dinner tonight." Sam conceded, looking up in thought. "Maybe he was planning on leaving." He seemed to think to himself.
"If he was, he would have sneak the Impala out." Castiel reasoned. "He knows he can't get far if he starts the car in here. It wakes everyone up." He explained, sending a look to both of them, telling them he thought they where being paranoid.
"So maybe he thinks he can get out before we actually get in there to stop him." John suggested. "Maybe one of us should stay up tonight. Keep watch."
"If that where the case, he wouldn't get far." Castiel stated, pulling the keys out of his pocket with a smile.
"Cas you didn't." Sam accused, looking at the keys Castiel was twirling around his finger.
"I did." Castiel answered simply, smug look on his face. "You two can go ahead and sleep, I'll stay up and catch Dean in the act. He won't get out of here tonight." He told them, picking his book up.
"Don't you need to sleep to?" John asked, as Sam stood up and started stretching. Castiel looked at him thinking. Sam paused to think of something as well. John did not know that Castiel was an Angel and didn't need sleep.
"As soon as Dean tries to leave and I get him to go back to his room. I will hide the keys in my room and sleep myself." Castiel suggested, turning his eyes back to his book. John couldn't understand how he could read it the way he was. It seemed to be written in Ancient Chinese, though John couldn't be sure.
"Well, that solves that problem." Sam said, turning off the movie and walking out the door. "If you need anything, let me know." He shouted back, while walking to his room.
"You sure your going to be good for this?" John asked, he did not forget that last time Dean tried to sneak out and Castiel tailed him. He'd let Dean get himself drunk and into a fight before he intervened. John didn't buy the whole 'He had to learn his lesson' thing either. He thought the guy just thought it was funny.
"I will be fine." Castiel spoke smoothly, with a hint of a hardness in his voice. He seemed to be offended that John didn't trust him to do his job, and had no issues in letting him know it.
John rolled his eyes and walked to his room, determined to keep his ears open for the sound of an engine. He wanted to believe that Castiel would have it covered, but he never trusted anyone to do his job for him. He laid down, but made himself as uncomfortable as possible, not wanting to sleep that night. At least, not until he knew that both his boys where in there beds asleep and not trying to leave.
It lasted longer then he had thought. Every few minutes or so, Dean had poked his head out of his room, keeping an ear out for voices or signs of life in the bunker. It was another hour after he stopped hearing voices and sounds before he thought it safe to leave his room.
He slithered out of his room quietly, and crept down the hall. Mindful of any loose floor boards that would squeak and alert the others he was up. He moved stealthily through the bunker, past the hall John and Sam slept in.
He made his way over to the garage door, and opened it slowly to make sure there was no sound. He closed the door softly, doing his best to keep it silent. He turned to his car and saw Castiel standing there waiting. He grinned, reaching into his pockets to get his keys, cursing silently when his hands met air. He looked up at Castiel apologetically, but it turned into shocked relief when he saw that the keys where hanging off Castiel's index finger.
"Looking for these?" Castiel asked with a cheeky look on his face. Dean laughed and walked over, greeting Castiel with a kiss. Putting his arms around him and holding him close.
"Not anymore." He said, taking the keys from Castiel's hands and putting it into the locked back door, opening it up. "Come on." He said, coaxing Castiel into the seat and sliding in next to him. "Bit more comfortable in here." He said, leaning over the front seat to start the car, but Castiel caught his hand and pulled him back.
"Don't." Castiel cautioned. "You father noticed something weird with you earlier and thinks your going to try and sneak out." He told him. "If he hears that engine, he's going to come running in here."
"Nice call." Dean said, sitting back down in the seat and leaning back. "Guess I wasn't as cool as I thought I was."
"No, you where not." Castiel agreed frankly. "But that's beside the point. They think your trying to sneak out. So long as they don't hear the engine, we are alone. I was the one to volunteer to stop you when you tried to leave."
"Man." Dean groaned, covering his face with his hands. "He's gonna treat me like a fucking child."
"Well, you did escape once already, and get drunk when you are supposed to be getting over your alcoholism." Castiel joked, looking at Dean shyly.
"Then it's such a good thing I have you here to stop me." Dean said, leaning down to give Castiel another kiss and putting his arm around his shoulders.
"So." Castiel said, sitting up straighter and looking to Dean expectantly. "You don't want Sam or John to know about us." He more stated then asked. Looking at Dean sadly.
"No." Dean answered, then seeing Castiel's disappointed look, he continued. "At least not yet. I will eventually. It's just, I haven't really told them that I like men, I'm fairly certain if I don't talk to them about it, and get them used to it first. Dad will do everything he can to make you leave, or kill you. He'll think your doing something to my head and then who knows what he would do. Sam might be okay, but I just want to tell them on my own terms." He explained.
"That is understandable." Castiel stated. "I will admit, your father does not seem to like me very well. He actually seems to believe I will eventually decide to kill you all, and is just waiting for proof before he tries to kill me. I will respect your wishes. But you do know that I am not a very good liar, and it will be rather difficult to hide ourselves." He conceded, looking at his hands.
"Yeah, it sucks." Dean agreed. "It would be so much better if it where just us, or they didn't feel like they had to watch my every move."
"You mean it would be easier to sneak around?" Castiel clarified, looking up at Dean. Dean felt a slight tinge of guilt at that. He knew that hiding it made it seem wrong, or like he was ashamed. But he wasn't, he was just trying to protect Castiel. Stop his father from trying to kill one of the most important people to him. Whether they where together or not.
"Maybe." Dean amended. "But, sneaking around or not. It doesn't mean I'm ashamed, or that it's wrong." He comforted, kissing Castiel on the cheek.
Castiel returned the kiss, deepening it as much as he could in the position that they where in. Dean ran his tongue along Castiel's lips, opening them up and gaining access. He went deeper into his mouth, running his tongue along Castiel's teeth and the roof of his mouth. Trying to taste ever bit of him he could reach. Letting out a small moan when Castiel's tongue slid across his own, sucking him in and running along the bottom.
They broke apart, Dean looking into Castiel's clear blue eyes. He connected their lips again, but parted very quickly. He grabbed Castiel's arms, and pulled him onto his lap, Castiel complying and straddling his thighs as he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. He pulled Castiel in closer, so that their chest where flush against each other, and taking his lips into his own again. Holding his hands at Castiel's waist, he played at the hem, lifting it up slightly. He ran his hands along Castiel's stomach, playing with the top of his jeans.
"That tickles." Castiel reprimanded, pulling away from Dean to send him a reproachful look. Dean smiled, and started moving his fingers further up Castiel's stomach, making his movements feather lights, Castiel squirming at his ministrations.
Dean laughed as Castiel moved back a bit to escape his hands. Finally, Castiel grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his stomach.
"Don't." Castiel ordered, putting Dean's hands to his side.
"Okay." Dean said, flashing a flirtatious smile. "Whatever you say."
Dean pulled Castiel in again, and connected their lips again, taking Castiel's tongue into his mouth when he offered it. Enjoying the feeling of Castiel in him, memorizing the taste. He ran his hands up Castiel's thigh, and back down again, earning a sigh from Castiel's mouth. He could feel himself growing his his jeans, intensifying the kiss as much as possible. He was about ready to take this to a new level, when they heard the door start to open.
Castiel pulled away quickly and sat down in the seat next to Dean, keeping a good foot between them. Dean looked at the door, and saw his father standing there, looking around the room. He quickly made himself presentable, and finding a jacket in the floor, he tied it around his waist. Castiel looked completely calm, as if they where just talking.
Castiel motioned for Dean to hand over the keys. Dean gave them to him, and stepped out of the car as Castiel did. He did his best to make sure his breathing was even as he spoke.
"Hey Dad." He greeted. "What's up?"
"What where you doing in the car?" John asked, looking at both of them. Dean hoped he didn't notice his disheveled appearance.
"Oh, just talking." Dean answered, waving away the answer as if it where no big deal. "You know, the backseat's more comfortable then anything else here." He said, gesturing around the room.
John looked around, and nodded as if he understood that. He looked over at Castiel who was leaning against an old Bentley, and listening to the conversation. Castiel seemed to make sure that he held the keys to the car in plain sight. John looked back at Dean with a reproachful look.
"You did try to sneak out again." John accused, looking at Dean who shrugged his shoulders in shame.
"Yeah. I did. I guess I'm just getting antsy, sitting in here all day." Dean confessed, schooling his features into one of guilt. "I just want to get out of here for a bit. I had every intention of being back here by morning. But would you know it, Cas caught me and stole my keys." He said, sending his friend a glare. Castiel smile smugly and walked out of the garage. Dean silently cursing, there goes his fun. He was interrupted from his thoughts when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"It's okay Dean." John said, smiling sympathetically at his son. "I understand that. Maybe tomorrow we could go into town and do something. You, Sam, and me, just like old times. Or maybe we could find an easy hunt." He said, removing his hand and slapping Dean on the back.
"Yeah, maybe." Dean said, screaming internally. That could go really bad.
Dean walked back to his room after he managed to assure his father there would be no more sneaking out for the night. He was seriously going to hurt someone if his father looked at him like that again. Like he was something fragile that needed to be coddled. Since when was he like that anyway?
He was always the one to tell Dean to suck it up and stop being a baby. Why would he change that now? Did he all the sudden think he could be the good father? Dean was the one who raised Sam, was the one to take care of himself and his little brother while his Dad left them alone in motel rooms all across the country. He had no right to coddle Dean like that. He wasn't a child anymore, damn it.
What's worse, he thought he was doing him a favor, letting him out of the bunker. Like he had the most say in the matter. He may have been their father, but Dean was a grown man and could do whatever he wanted. What he wanted at that moment had happened to be in the back seat with him, and very willing. What was he supposed to do now? Go to sleep?
Maybe he should. After all, the mood was sufficiently destroyed. Castiel was already in his room, probably asleep himself. Completely oblivious to Dean's plight. He tore off his shirt and threw it across the room before doing the same with his pants. He pulled his covers up over his shoulders and closed his eyes. At least in his dreams, no one could interrupt him.
He heard footsteps out in the hall a few minutes later. They where to heavy to be Castiel's, he noticed. The guy's, even without using his powers, was quiet as a mouse. They had to be his father's then. Just great.
There you are, another chapter. I'm sorry it took this long, but when I tried to update yesterday, the server was not working. But I got it up as soon as I could.
Hope you enjoyed the cockblocking monster that is John Winchester. It's most likely genetic.
Have a good day.