Warning: Graphic Sexual depictions, and strong language.

Chapter 24:The Truth Comes Out

John was going through a storage room he had found in the back of the bunker. It carried a number of boxes containing Dean's handwriting scrawled across the tops for labeling. He was getting exceptionally bored sitting the bunker again. He figured that going on a hunt would only give him a small amount of release, so he decided to work on some organization. Figuring that it would take up quite a bit of time, providing some distraction.

His boys had apparently had the same idea at some point in the past, but they never seemed to get around to finishing it. He suspected that before this family rehab started up, they where probably very busy. But once it started, he could see that Dean had at some point used these rooms as stress relief. He thought back to the first days after he got back, how strung out Dean had been, and seeing the evidence of that in several of the rooms just proved his theory.

A great number of various items littered the floors of the storage rooms. Items ranging from religious idols, and statues. To shrunken heads and playing cards with mysterious stains over them. Some things he understood, others he raised eyebrows at, but didn't ask any questions about it. Until he came upon one box.

He probably wouldn't have noticed it at all if it hadn't been grafitied in both his boys hand writing. The word 'Garbage' was writen on every serface of the box in either Dean or Sam's script, accompanied by the words 'Why?', 'Keep Hidden', and 'For Burning'. Interest piqued, he opened the box to find a number of paperback books, the title 'Supernatural' stood out in stark white letters. The cover depicting Fabio type men standing by an old muscle car, or sitting on a bench staring at the moon. Several of the books also carrying other titles that led to what the story was about, along with the author Carver Edlund.

He turned the book over and read the description, noticing that his son's names where on the back. He found book one, and opened the cover. Reading through the first couple of pages, he noticed the familiarity between the night his wife died, then meeting the main characters the similarity between them and his children. The details getting weirder and weirder as he read on.

He read about the hunt that Dean and Sam went on, finishing what their father had left. He remembered that hunt. He'd had to leave it after catching wind of the demon that killed Mary. He knew Dean would have finished it, that's why he'd left his journal behind. Though he hadn't expected him to get Sam first. Or that Sam would have gone with him.

He read for several hours, through the entire book, nodding his head in pride at his son's quick thinking. Getting the Woman in White back to the place she had killed her children, destroying her instantly. Interested in the arguments, as his children never really let him know when they argued, or even what it was about. He got a brief glimpse at Jess, the woman his youngest had been ready to marry, thinking that if he'd met her, he would have liked her. He read all the way to the back of the book. Stopping when he saw a picture of the author.

He knew that face. It was the first one he had seen when he crawled out of the grave. It had handed him a bottle of water, and driven him to town. He had talked to the guy, listened to him talk about nothing and everything. He had mentioned he was kind of a psychic, that he had divined him coming back. Had mentioned that he knew his kids, but they thought he was dead, and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Son of a bitch." He said, picking up the books and carrying them to his room. He knew he probably shouldn't have. He should probably go and ask Sam or Dean about this. But he was to curious, he felt he needed to read them. How else was he going to figure out just what his boys had been up to the past few years. They also provided an insight to them and the way they thought that he had never had before.

How far did this series go? It couldn't have been far, there where little fewer then a dozen books. Maybe up until his death, or a bit further. He'd figure it out.

He sat the box down in his closet, not really worried about anyone finding them. While he walked into his boys rooms, a bad habit he knew. They had not stepped foot in his unless he was with them. He was confident they would not go poking around.

He looked over at the clock, noticing that it was pretty late. He thought about going to bed, but first he needed to check the rooms. It was a silly ritual. He knew nothing could get in here unless it was brought here, but he still worried. He'd left his boys alone so often, that now he was living with them again, it became second nature to check up on them at night. Like he'd used to do when they where babies. It gave his mind peace, seeing them sleeping in there beds, alive and not hurt.

He walked down the halls, checking the front door, and all the storage rooms. He checked the stairwells that lead further down. He walked by Sam's room, pressing an ear to his door. Moving on when he heard faint snores, and walking further down the halls. He pressed his ear to Castiel's door, but didn't expect to hear anything. The guy was quiet when he slept, almost inhumanly so. Though John would never walk into the room, knowing if he did, he would probably be on the receiving end of that knife throwing arm of his.

He walked over to Dean's room next, opening the door. Since the first hallucination he'd made a point of doing so. His oldest has been prone to nightmares since an early age, making John feel the need to check on him, even when he didn't hear a sound. He opened the door, looking in to his son, who was wrapped up so thoroughly in the blankets, he couldn't really see him. But he didn't go in further then a few steps, just checking that he was there.

He turned out of the room, and continued down the hall. He stopped in the kitchen to get a drink of water. He missed beer, and whiskey. But with all the stuff going on with Dean, he wanted to make sure that he didn't bring any temptation into the bunker. The only reason he let Castiel bring his pain medication in, was that he knew the guy would need it, and he'd been promised that he would keep the medications in his room. Away from Dean, and keep them hidden until there where no more left. If there where, he would flush them down the toilet.

He's not quite sure how well Castiel had kept that promise. But Dean had shown no signs of taking the drugs himself, or no desire to do so. The only desire he'd shown with those pills being to force them down Castiel's throat.

John refilled his cup, taking another few gulps when he saw the light on in the garage, from the sliver under the door. He placed his cup down on the counter, and walked to the door. He knew he had turned it off when he left. He was sure of it. He walked closer to the door, not hearing anything when he pressed an ear to it. He opened it to turn the light off, but heard a squeak from the Impala. He looked over to see something duck down into the back seat.

Dean waited for the lights to go out in the bunker before he set to work. He grabbed the keys to the Impala, putting them into his pocket. Then took an extra blanket out of his closet, and rolled it up. He laid it down on his bed, adding another, small blanket beside it. He fluffed his pillows up and situated them just so before covering his work with his blanket. He tucked it in around the edges, then checked over his handy work. It looked good enough, provided his father didn't come to close.

When finished, he nodded to himself and slowly opened his door. He crept down the dark halls, keeping his footfalls light. His pace was quick but measured. He peaked around every corner, looking to see if anyone was up. Finding no one, he walked to the garage door quickly. He let himself in and turned on the light once the door had closed.

He found Castiel leaning against the Impala in nothing but a pair of jeans, and a smile. Dean stopping to appreciate the sight with a warm smile. Castiel's bare chest exposed, the scar and tattoos that covered the skin just adding to the appeal. He knew them, and loved them for what they where. Evidence of all that Castiel had gone through to get him there.

"Hello Dean." Castiel greeted, standing straighter. Dean noticing a folded blanket sitting on the roof of the car behind him. The promised bottle of lube sitting proudly atop it. He smiled and walked over to his awaiting lover, placing his hands on Castiel's hips and leaning down for a kiss.

"Hey Cas." He whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck. He sucked on his pressure point, receiving a sigh of relief for his trouble.

Castiel pulled his face back up, guiding him into a long, passionate kiss as he was backed into the side of his car. Castiel's actions becoming more urgent as his hands ran over his chest before pulling off his shirt. Dean moaned as Castiel attached himself to his collar bone, sucking furiously. Biting down and licking over it. He continued down, sucking and licking at his nipples. Taking one between his teeth and biting down.

"Somebody's in a hurry." Dean gasped, finding it hard to breath as Castiel moved onto the next one, giving it the same treatment, while he rolled the first one between his fingers. He ran his hands through Castiel's hair as he continued down, licking and sucking on his chest and stomach. He groaned, feeling Castiel's tongue in his bellybutton, wondering why that felt so good.

"Fuck." He gasped as Castiel dropped down to his knees, pulling down his pants and took him into his mouth. Castiel's mouth was warm and wet. His tongue licking everywhere it could reach as he moved over his shaft. Moaning around him in pleasure as he traced Dean's opening with his finger. Dean lost himself in the feeling, his knees getting weaker as Castiel sucked him over the edge. His relief coming quickly, as he leaned heavily on the car for support.

Castiel stood up, kissing him deeply. Dean could taste himself on Castiel's tongue, and wasn't ashamed to admit how much he enjoyed it. He groaned, feeling himself soften, he didn't want this to end. But Castiel only smiled, and kissed him again. This time, taking his time to explore ever bit of his mouth, moaning into to. Sending shivers down Dean's body.

"I've been thinking about this all day." Castiel remarked to Dean's comment. "So." He started, pressing his jean clad erection against Dean's tender, bare skin. "How do you want to do this?" He asked, kissing down Dean's neck and reaching for the lube. His hands leaving trails of fire behind them as they ran over his body.

"Oh, fuck." Dean exclaimed, leaning his head back as Castiel sucked at the nape of his neck. "I don't care Cas, I just want you inside me." He said, unable to think as all his blood was rushing south again.

He heard the bottle open and close, then felt a cold, wet finger play at his entrance. He moved his hips forward away from the car as to give Castiel better access. Gasping as his exposed member rubbed against Castiel's jean clad one. Feeling a sliver of satisfaction when Castiel moaned into it. He wiggled his hips a bit to add friction, eliciting another groan from Castiel. His pajama pants falling to his ankles as he did so. He stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. Not caring at all that he will eventually have to climb under the car to get them.

Two of Castiel's fingers where working furiously now to open him up, scissoring him as they moved. He felt a shot of pleasure rush through his body as Castiel found his prostate. He whimpered slightly, clutching onto Castiel's shoulders has he continued to finger his entrance. He hadn't felt that in so long. It was difficult to do by yourself, and so much harder to find a guy he was interested in enough to let him do this.

"Are you going to be okay with this?" Castiel asked in his ear before kissing that spot just behind it that drove him crazy.

"Yes." Dean answered impatiently. "Now just fuck me already. I'm good to go." He panted, he needed Castiel inside him so long. He reached his hand into Castiel's pants to prove his point, extracting a pained moan for his trouble. His Angel was hard and thick, it was obvious he was trying to drag this out. Make it as pleasurable as possible for the both of them.

He took his hand out and unbuttoned Castiel's jeans, pulling them down quickly. His Angel had also apparently chosen to go commando for this. Dean decided then that he was never washing those jeans again.

"Turn around." Castiel panted, pulling him over to the front of the car. Dean gave him one long, lingering kiss before doing as he was told. Memorizing the taste of him before he bent over the hood of the car, the cool metal against his hot skin making goosebumps crawl across his skin.

He heard the crinkle of a wrapper, and then the cap of the bottle opening again. He saw Castiel set the bottle down on the hood next to him out of the corner of this eye. A brief flash of hesitation flitting across his mind. Was this right, was he ready for this? Then felt as Castiel lined up to his entrance, setting the very tip against the loosened, puckered skin there, and felt that yes, he could. This was Castiel, he could do anything for him, and how he missed this. He only bottomed when he felt like he could trust the person, which wasn't very often in his line of work.

"You will let me know if I need to stop?" Castiel asked, voice laced with concern, Dean feeling even more confident about this. Though Dean could still hear the arousal in his breath and just wanted him to start getting on with it. His body was screaming for this.

"Yes." Dean said exasperated, he needed Castiel inside him, and now. "Fuck me dammit." He ordered. Castiel moving closer, and pressing into him. He felt the heat radiating off of him as he entered him, spreading him open. Relishing the warmth as it rushed through his body, filling him to the brim. Felt him inch slowly into him, groaning at the fullness that overwhelmed his senses.

He could hear Castiel whimpering as he pushed further in, and bit his lip at the noise. How he loved the sounds his Angel made. How he moaned, and gasped. His voice always staying soft, he was very quiet in bed. At least to the rest of the world. But he heard everything, and he loved it.

He felt Castiel lean down into him, his breath ragged as he was fully seated inside of him. Castiel's hands where running over his arms, leaving goose flesh wherever they touched. He felt Castiel place his lips onto the nape of his neck and start sucking. One of his hands covering the scar on his arm, sending a shiver through his body. But for the life of him this was going to slow.

"Move." Dean panted, Castiel's hands felt great, but his body was screaming for release and he needed Castiel to move.

Castiel drew himself out slowly, kissing across his shoulders, before snapping his hips forward. Dean felt himself being filled by Castiel over again, before he pulled out again. He repeated the process slowly several times until Dean felt that wave of pleasure course through him when Castiel ran over his prostate. He moaned slowly, almost forgetting to keep his voice low.

But Castiel had noticed it, and he repeated the movement again. Going slowly at first. It taking every ounce of self-control to not back into him and fuck himself on Castiel's dick. He felt Castiel's hands at the small of his back, messaging the area there as he thrust into him with a measured patients Dean was surprised he could maintain at this point.

Castiel started to pick up speed, his hands leaving his back. Dean felt Castiel's hand grip his own tightly, the other gripping his arm where he'd first been touched by his Angel. Castiel's grip was strong, and Dean latched onto it desperately. Needing an anchor as Castiel began to genuinely pound into him. Hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending Dean closer and closer to the edge. He was having trouble catching his breath, Castiel felt so good inside him. With the tip of his hard dick sliding against the cool metal of his car, adding a teasing sensation.

Castiel's thrust had become more erratic, slamming into Dean with an urgency that told him he was getting close. He tried his best to keep himself from yelling out in escacy as Castiel hit that spot quickly and repetitively. He was getting close when Castiel slammed into him, and stopped, shaking all over. Castiel thrust into him a few times more, riding out his orgasm before pulling out.

Dean heard Castiel's breaths coming out harshly as he came down from his high. He stood as Castiel pulled out of him, and stepped back. He turned around, getting an armful of Castiel. Who was planting kisses on him anywhere he could reach.

Castiel pulled him over to the back door of the car. Opening it, Dean climbed in, Castiel following him in, and closing the door behind him. Castiel leaned over him, kissing him chastely for a moment before backing down his body to finish him off. Dean let out a low groan as he felt Castiel's tongue slide up the underside of his cock, before his mouth began to sink down on him for the second time.

It didn't take long. Castiel bobbed up and down on his member, licking and slurping over it before he felt his release hit him. Coming down Castiel's throat for the second time. Castiel sucking him through the final dregs of his orgasm. He came down from his high as Castiel climbed back up his body. Laying down on his stomach and resting his head on his shoulder.

Dean ran his hands through Castiel's hair, the moisture making it stick to his fingers. He smiled as he looked into those blue eyes, that showed nothing more then devotion and happiness. He actually laughed as he wiped a small bit of cum off his lips with his thumb.

"Wow, Cas. Twice?" Dean asked, his voice sleepy and sedated.

"I guess you can say I have an 'Oral Fixation'." Castiel joked, leaning out the window to grab the blanket and cover them. Dean actually letting out a bark of laughter at that.

"That was bad." He said, as Castiel smiled a satisfied smirk at his joke.

"Really? I thought you enjoyed it. You certainly seemed to be doing so during the act." Castiel countered with a mischievous grin.

Dean opened his mouth to reply when he heard the door opening. He held Castiel's head to his chest before looking out the window to see what it was. He ducked his head back down quickly when he saw his father standing in the doorway, looking around. 'Stay here.' He mouthed to Castiel before sliding out from under him, and inching to the door. He opened it slowly and climbed out.

"Dean?" He heard from the door. He looked around frantically, finding Castiel's jeans on the floor. He grabbed them and started to put them on, popping his head up over the hood, praying his father wouldn't notice anything weird. "What the Hell are you doing in here?"

"Dean?" John asked as he saw the back door on the opposite side of the Impala open. "What the Hell are you doing in here?" He asked his son.

Dean seemed to be struggling with something on the other side of the car, before he looked up at the question. Nothing more then his head poking up from behind the car.

"Nothing." Dean answered quickly, his voice an octave higher then it usually was. John raised an eyebrow in question walking closer to the car. "No, don't come any closer." Dean cautioned, standing quickly and putting a hand out to stop him.

John seeing that he had chosen to forgo a shirt for whatever it was he was doing in here. The anti-possession tattoo sticking out out prominently on his flushed skin. Next to it, was another dark spot. It was small, and splotchy with no defined edges. It looked fresh to, he walked a bit closer to get a better look, but Dean ran around the car to stop him. The closer distance leaving no doubt to what he was seeing.

"Dean, is that a hickey?" He asked in disbelief. How the Hell was his son going to get a hickey if he was coped up in here all the time. Unless he was sneaking out, or sneaking somebody in, he thought remembering the girl who had passed him her number several weeks ago.

Dean looked down a moment, then swiftly lifted his hand to cover the offending mark with a sheepish grin.

"No, I, uh...Ran into something." Dean hedged, ears turning a brilliant shade of crimson.

"On both sides too?" John asked, crossing his arms and raising a skeptical eyebrow. He didn't really mind that Dean might be sneaking someone in here. He knew he probably needed some form of relaxation. But he wasn't appreciating that his son was apparently feeling the need to lie to him about it. He did not like being lied to. "And the back of your neck." He added as Dean covered up both marks on his collar with a blush creeping down his neck. "Dean just be straight with me, are you sneaking somebody in here?" He ordered, his son's silence doing nothing more then irritating him.

"No, not exactly." Dean answered, looking to the ground.

"Then how do you end up with a couple of hickeys?" John asked, glaring at his oldest. "Cause while I know from your teenage years that your talented. You're not that talented. So how did it happen?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice as civil as possible. He heard Dean say something, but couldn't understand him. He leaned closer, to glare at his boy. Reminded of all the lectures he'd had with him in the past about sneaking into girls rooms, or hooking up at school, or bringing girls back to the hotel when he thought John wasn't going to be there. "Speak up boy." He barked. Dean sighed, and reached down under the car, pulling out a pair of pajama pants.

"I said, there is not point in hiding it anymore." He said, knocking on the window of the Impala. John watched as the window rolled down, and Castiel popped up from behind the door. Reaching an arm out for the pajamas. Face a slight shade of red, but showing absolutely no guilt.

"Hello John." Castiel greeted with an embarrassed look on his face.

"You..." John said, pointing to his oldest. Having trouble wrapping his mind around what was happening. Hoping he was just jumping to conclusions. "And him.." He said pointing to Castiel who had sat up in the seat, putting on his pants. "But you said you two weren't..."

"I may have lied." Dean admitted, looking down at the ground, like a teenager who had just been caught.

"What the Fuck?" John yelled, anger pouring out of him. "How long have you been sneaking around behind my back with this motherfucking weirdo, huh Dean?" He started in. He could only hold his temper for so long, and this just took the cake.

"Just a few weeks." Dean answered, his voice taking on a defensive tone. "And he's not a weirdo, he's great. You just refuse to see it." He defended, his face showing that he'd been expecting this, and was willing to fight it out.

"A few weeks. Weeks?" John asked, anger in his voice. "And all this time, you haven't thought to tell me?"

"Yeah, because I knew how you would react." Dean shot back, keeping his voice as calm as possible.

"So you've just been sneaking around with this FREAK for the past few weeks." John started, having trouble getting his thoughts in order.

"He's not a freak. Now stop taking shots at him." Dean yelled at his father. "I'm the one your mad at, so yell at me. He wanted me to tell you, I was the one who lied."

"I'm not so sure of that." John argued.

"Cas, get out of here." Dean said quickly, glaring at his father.

"Dean?" Castiel asked, looking to him in hesitation.

"No, Cas go. Your not going to stand here and take his insults." Dean ordered. "I'll talk to you when we're finished, but you don't deserve to be attacked for doing nothing more then being with me." He explained, not breaking eye contact with his father. "And I don't want you to see this."

Castiel nodded, and walked to the door. He looked back as if he wanted to stay. If for nothing else, then comfort. But John watched as Dean nodded to him and he left. Not liking the silent communication between the two. Once the door was closed, Dean turned back to him. His face cold and angry.

"You've got something to say, say it to me." Dean said, his tone icy.

"Can't you see he's playing with you Dean?" John asked, looking at his son in confusion. That had to be the reason for this. Someone did not just randomly go from liking one sex to another. There had to be some magic involved in this somewhere. He knew he shouldn't have trusted that guy. Taking advantage of his son like that in his moment of weakness. "He's put some kind of spell on you or something. Why else would you be sleeping with a man?"

"He didn't put a spell on me." Dean stated, voice full of confidence. John thinking that must be one hell of a spell.

"You don't know that." John argued, walking closer to his son. Looking for any kind of evidence to prove his point.

"Yeah, I do." Dean argued, his voice suggesting he thought John was stupid.

"How would you know that, huh? There is no possible way you could if you're under one." He tried to reason.

"BECAUSE I MADE THE FIRST MOVE." Dean shouted over him.

"What?" John asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"I. Made. The. First. Move." Dean repeated, speaking slowly and punctuating every word. "I was the one who kissed him first. I was the one who wanted to take things to the next level. Cas has done nothing more then his best to get me through this, making sure everything we do, I'm okay with. Doing his best to take care of me. He wanted to make sure I was serious before we continued forward. He wanted to tell you and Sam, but didn't because I asked him not to." Dean listed off on his fingers. "He was the one who was there to talk to me, and it was because of me he no longer wanted to wear that cast. He said he couldn't stand how I looked at him when he was on pain meds." He continued. "And for your information, I have been with other guys since high school. I just hid that from you because I didn't know how you would have reacted. Too afraid that you would have kicked me out, or beat me."

"I would never have touched you, and it doesn't excuse the fact that you lied to me Dean." John argued back. He could take that Dean liked guys. He could take that Dean was with another guy right now. He was even willing to overlook the fact that it was someone he didn't know, or trust very well. But the fact that Dean had lied to him, that he couldn't ignore. "And I know he's not trustworthy. I can't count the amount of times he would sneak out to make secret phone calls. He could be plotting something against us, or you."

"Those calls where to me, you moron." Dean yelled. "And what was I supposed to do, huh?" He yelled again, his eyes full of fire. "Just last week you where pointing a gun at the guy for not following an order. You've been itching for a reason to drive him away, or attack him since you got here. You refuse to get to know him, even though Sam and I have given you plenty of proof that he was a good fucking person, but you still insist on hating the poor guy. How the Hell was I supposed to tell you that I wanted him here because I was fucking in love with him, without you flying off the handle?" He asked, waving his arms to emphasize his points. John getting stuck on one particular word Dean had used.

"Love." John asked, looking at his son skeptically. Dean pausing at that for a moment, his face filled with fear before nodding. His expression turning to one of confidence.

"Yeah. Love. I love him. So get over whatever the Hell your problem is. Because he's not going anywhere. I'm not going to let him." He said, walking out of the room, bumping John's shoulder on the way. John watched him go, understanding dawning on him when he remembered Sam's words.

There you have it, John had found out. I just like putting people in awkward situations, but I feel like I can't do arguments very well. That still needs a bit of work.

As always, let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoyed it. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, I'm starting a new job next week that will be taking up quite a bit of my time as I will be working days again. Luckily I have a few chapters written already.

Anyway, have a good week.