What Are The Chances?

by LoveStoryFanatic

AU. Dean and Sam Winchester are on their own. Sam is dating a guy named Gabriel who just so happens to work with Dean at the Roadhouse Bar & Grille. What are the chances that Gabriel has a brother? A younger brother who may just be into Dean. John is homophobic to the extreme and yet both of his sons are gay. The real kicker? He doesn't know. What happens when he pays them a visit?

11. What Are You Doing Here?

A/N: I do not own SPN.

So...I am terribly sorry for not updating in forever and a day...y'all probably hate me. I know a lot of you were sitting there wondering what was going to happen next with John. Well, here is your answer! Enjoy! Or...as much as you can with what happens...

Chapter 11

"I think we should go watch a movie. I'm sure Dean-o won't want to do a whole lot after working all day."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, he's the only one of us who's actually done something today."

Cas looked up from the papers he was grading and watched as Sam and Gabe planned the night's festivities. Sam had come up with the idea for the four of them to go on a double date since both Gabe and Dean had been given the night off.

Dean had quickly agreed when they'd gone up to the shop at lunch time and asked him what he thought of the idea. He thought it'd be nice to hang out as a group in a setting other than the bar for a change.

"We could get supper. I know I'm starving, I'm sure he is too."

Cas chuckled, "Dean is always starving."

Sam turned in Cas's direction with a smile on his face. "He's been that way for as long as I can remember. What do you think he'll wanna do, Cas?"

Cas set down his pen and relaxed into the couch. "I am sure dinner and a movie would be just fine with him. Like Gabriel said, he has been working all day and probably will not want to do a whole lot."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, and it seemed pretty busy up there. Of course, it's always busy up there."

Gabe tapped his fingers on his knee, thinking about what movie they would all enjoy. Cas was never very picky, but Dean was. It could create a challenge with their movie selection. He was pulled out of his thinking when a thought struck him. He sat up and looked over at his little brother.

"Hey, Cassie. Gotta question for you."

Cas looked over at him and nodded for him to proceed with the question.

"Have you…Can you and Dean still feel each other's strong emotions?"

Cas scrunched his eyebrows together. "It is not as powerful as it was, but I believe we still are able to. Why do you ask?"

Gabe shrugged, leaning back into his seat. "Just wondering."

Sam glanced up at the clock on the wall and furrowed his brow. "Dean should have been home, like, an hour ago."

Cas looked at the clock as well. "Indeed. Maybe they had more customers come in."

Sam pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached Dean's number. "I'll just give him a quick call, see what's the hold up."

It rang a few times before Dean's voice came over the phone and Sam quickly hit the speakerphone button.

"Hey, Sammy. I know I'm running late. We had a few cars come in and I had to stay late and help Jo work on them."

"Don't worry about it, Dean. We're still figuring out what we're going to do tonight."

They heard a door click shut and some muffled movements on the other end of the line. "Okay, I should be home in, like, ten minutes. Bobby's gonna close everything up like usual and I'm just about to walk out. Are Cas and Gabe already over there?"

Gabe leaned towards the phone. "You bet, Dean-o. Oh, you're on speaker phone. Samsquatch forgot to mention that."

They could practically hear Dean roll his eyes. They heard the familiar sound of his keys jingling together and the sound of a door opening.

"Thanks, Sam. I'll be home here in a…shit. I forgot to do something. I blame you, Sam."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you called and distracted me, bitch."

"Jerk."

They heard Dean chuckling before complete silence came from the other end of the line.

"Dean?"

"…Dad?"

The line went dead before any of them could say anything.

SPN

Dean put all his paperwork away as his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and hit accept.

"Hey, Sammy. I know I'm running late. We had a few cars come in and I had to stay late and help Jo work on them."

"Don't worry about it, Dean. We're still figuring out what we're going to do tonight."

He walked out of the office and closed the door behind him. Bobby was in the main lobby talking to a customer, so there was no one in there.

"Okay, I should be home in, like, ten minutes. Bobby's gonna close everything up like usual and I'm just about to walk out. Are Cas and Gabe already over there?"

"You bet, Dean-o. Oh, you're on speaker phone. Samsquatch forgot to mention that."

Dean rolled his eyes. That was a very Sam-like thing to do. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the impala.

"Thanks, Sam. I'll be home here in a…shit. I forgot to do something. I blame you, Sam."

He shut the door and walked back into the shop.

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you called and distracted me, bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean chuckled, but it quickly ended when he looked up and saw the last person he was expecting to see standing in front of the door to the office.

"Dean?"

"…Dad?"

He clicked the end button and slid his phone into his pocket. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to get here until tomorrow."

John turned around and smiled at his son. "Just thought I'd make the trip up here a day early. That okay with you?"

On the inside, Dean was shaking his head, wanting to object, but on the outside he just smiled faintly. "Yeah, of course."

"Great! Now…There is a reason I stopped by the shop instead of at the apartment. I wanted to talk to you in private without your brother around."

Dean nodded and stepped into the office. He shut the door behind John and then sat behind his desk.

John looked around the office with a look on his face that Dean knew so well.

"Singer and Son Mechanics, huh? Catchy name."

Dean suppressed the urge to groan. They'd had that argument plenty of times before. His dad hated the fact that he was practically calling Bobby his father, but he really didn't care. Bobby had been more of a father to him that John was, so it only seemed right.

"Dad, just drop it. We've already had that argument enough times."

John visibly tensed as if he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut on the topic. Instead, he said, "So, Dean, we need to talk."

Dean didn't like the tone he was using. He knew that whatever his Dad was about to say he wasn't going to like it.

"Okay, then talk."

John turned towards Dean nervously. That act alone made Dean sit up a little straighter.

"Dean…It's about one of the guys you hired to be your mechanic."

Dean's brow furrowed. "What do any of the guys have to do with anything? I never even mentioned who I hired to you or Mom."

John nodded, running a hand through his hair. "No, you didn't, but I'm…close to his mother. She told me that he got hired at a mechanic shop here and told me the name…I connected the dots."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by close?"

John swallowed, but didn't answer the question. "I talked to him. He said you're a great boss. He doesn't know what I'm about to tell you, so you can't blame him. He has no idea about anything. He just applied to the job because it's a shop."

"Dad…what the hell is going on?"

John sighed, figuring he should better just say it and get it over with. "He's my son. Your brother. Well, half-brother. It's Adam."

Dean's mind went blank. Adam. His…brother? That's when it clicked. The first time Dean met the guy he'd thought that something was familiar about him, but he hadn't been able to put his finger on it…until now.

His mouth dropped open when everything started to sink in. "Adam is my half-brother? As in…you cheated on Mom?!"

John held his hands up. "Now hold on, that's strictly between me and your mother. I just wanted to let you know that he's your brother."

Dean stood from his chair. "No, it's not strictly between you and Mom. You fucking cheated on her?! After everything that you've done to this family, you thought that going out and having sex with another woman was a great idea?!"

"That's no way to speak to your father, Dean! If I were you, I'd watch your mouth."

Dean was getting angrier as the conversation went on. "Some father you are. How the hell can you live with yourself for going out and having another kid with someone who's not mom? How the hell can you go home to her every day and pretend everything is just peachy?"

John narrowed his eyes. "I don't need you to judge me, Dean. I came here solely to tell you that you have family working here, nothing more. Now, this is the end of the discussion, you hear me?"

"No, it's not the end of the discussion. You don't get to just walk in here, tell me you fucked some woman and got her pregnant, and now the kid's working for me. You don't get to just tell me all of that and just expect me to accept that. Who the hell do you think you are?"

John's face was turning red as his temper started to rise. "I'm your father, that's who I am! And what I say goes, do you hear me?"

Dean shook his head as he moved out from behind the desk. "No, that stopped happening years ago. You don't have the right to tell me what to do anymore. I may have went along with it before, but now there's no way in hell."

John took a step closer to Dean, but Dean held his ground. He wasn't going to be intimidated by his father any longer. "Now you listen to me, Dean-."

"No, you listen to me. There's no way you can call yourself my father or try to tell me what to do. I'm a grown man and deserve more respect than that. Not that you're even capable of showing respect. Does mom know? Have you told her about this?"

John hesitated, but then shook his head. "No, you're the only one in the family who knows. Adam doesn't even know."

Dean shook his head. "I can't believe you. Mom deserves to know. She deserves to know that you're not man enough to keep it in your pants long enough to make it home."

"Your mother isn't going to know. She doesn't need that kind of stress."

Dean's face showed sheer incredulousness. "Wow. No, I don't think she does. You should have thought of that before you went out and slept with someone else, let alone made another kid. If you don't tell her, I will. Either way, she has to know."

John's face reddened further and he took another step closer to Dean. Now he was so close to him they were only inches apart.

"Don't you dare breathe a word of this to anyone, you hear me? No one will believe you anyway."

Dean laughed, he actually laughed at John. "You really think that no one would believe me over my pathetic, abusive father who goes around sleeping with women and knocking them up?"

John's fist connected with Dean's jaw so hard Dean stumbled back a few steps. His eyes widened in shock. He hadn't been expecting John to hit him.

John took another step towards Dean. "Now, Dean, be reasonable here. You're a smart man, I raised you better. Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for ya."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Like hell I will. I actually care about this family, unlike you. I'll say what needs to be said."

John advanced on him again and shoved him against the wall so hard the door rattled. Neither men noticed, but the door opened a moment after the bang and Bobby stood in the doorway in shock. He didn't know about their past and what John did to him as a kid, so seeing John holding him against the wall surprised him.

"Now you listen to me you little good for nothing shit. I came down here because I felt that you needed to know. No one else needs to know about it. So, you'll keep your mouth shut if you don't want the past to come back into play. You're still pretty protective of Sam, right? We wouldn't want anything to happen to him, now would we?"

That was Dean's snapping point. In his mind, you could do whatever to him, but you never threaten his little brother.

Dean slammed his weight against John, sending him staggering back a couple of steps. He slammed his fist into John's cheekbone, sending him back a couple of more steps. He landed another blow to his gut, then slammed his forearm into the side of his head, knocking him backwards into the chair that always sat across from Dean's desk.

"Don't you ever even think about laying a finger on him. I don't give a rat's ass what you think about it, but I am telling them. There is no way in hell I'm keeping that from everyone. Your dirty little secret is coming out whether you like it or not. Now, I suggest you get the hell away from me and Sam if you know what's good for you. And don't you even think about touching Mom. If I find out you've laid a finger on her, I'll come for you. I promise you that."

Dean turned away from his father, who was still daised from the attack, stepped around Bobby and left the office. He pulled his phone out, turned it off, and slipped it into his pocket before sliding into his baby and peeling out of the parking lot.

SPN

Sam looked over at Gabe. "Dad's not supposed to be here until tomorrow. If he showed up early and went straight to the shop to talk to Dean, then that's not good. Whatever is going on, it's not going to end well."

Gabe nodded, looking over at Cas. "Hey, Cassie. If you feel any overwhelming emotions other than your own, let us know."

Cas furrowed his brow in frustration and anxiety, but nodded his head. He was worried about Dean. Whatever could make his father show up a day earlier than expected and show up at Dean's business unannounced could not be good.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, wondering if it was possible to tune in further to Dean's emotions. It was worth a shot.

It was about half an hour later when Sam's phone rang. He picked it up, saw that it was Bobby calling, and immediately his anxiety doubled.

"Bobby? What's going on?"

"You seem to already know that something happened. I'm guessing you know that your father is in town early?"

"Yeah, I was on the phone with Dean when he showed up. He ended the call though, so that's all we know."

Sam heard a sigh on the other end of the line and Sam got more worried. He hit the speaker phone button again, knowing that whatever Bobby had to say, it was better to not repeat it.

"Bobby, you're on speakerphone with Gabe and Cas. I figured whatever's going on, it'll be easier than repeating it."

"Well…it's not good, let me tell you that. Dean left in a hurry. I'm assuming he won't be going back to the apartment anytime soon by the expression on his face and I've already tried calling him. The damn idjit shut his phone off."

Sam ran a hand through his hair, not liking the sound of that. "Bobby, what happened?"

"Your father is what happened. Now, I don't know what happened between the two of them to get a reaction like that. I didn't even know things were that bad between them. I knew it wasn't good, but damn. They were in the office arguing so loud Charlie and I could hear them from the main lobby. I couldn't make out all the words, but something about lies? I don't know for sure what was being said, but I went about my business, closing up shop when I heard a bang from the office. The door even rattled. So, I walked in there to see what happened and found John pinning Dean against the wall and getting in his face. He said something about no one else needing to know something. Then he threatened to hurt you if Dean didn't keep his mouth shut. So, of course that's when Dean snapped. You know how protective he is of you. He slammed against him, hit him a few times, and knocked him into the chair. I was impressed, never thought I'd see the day when Dean let his old man have it. He told John not to hurt you or your mom; otherwise, he'd go after him. Then he left."

Sam's mouth dropped open and he looked over at Gabe and Cas. They also had expressions of shock on their faces, but Cas's eyes held fury. He was pissed that John had had the nerve to lay a hand on Dean again.

"What'd Dad say after Dean left?"

"Well, nothing at first. Then he tried to make some sad excuse, but I wasn't hearing it. I told him to stay the hell away from you two if he knew what was good for him, gave him a piece of my mind. I've been itching to do that for years, finally got the chance, the damn idjit. He never had the balls to do anything around me until now. He left right before I called you. Thought you might wanna know what happened and that he's probably on his way there now since Dean and I told him not to."

Sam groaned, putting his head into his hands. All he'd wanted was a nice, relaxing time with his boyfriend, his brother, and his brother's boyfriend. He didn't want all this family drama. There was plenty of it when it came to their dad.

"Thanks, Bobby. If you hear from Dean, let me know. I'll call Ellen and see if he went there."

"You're welcome, boy. Oh, and…be careful around the old man. You said Gabe and Cas are there?"

Gabe sat up a little straighter at being addressed, "Yeah, we're both here."

"Good. Don't let John be alone with either Dean or Sam. I don't give a rat's ass what any of them say. Nothing good will come out of it."

Cas nodded, though Bobby couldn't see. "You have our word, sir."

"Oh for heaven's sake, how many times have I told you to call me Bobby? Sir was my father. Now, I'll let you three go. Remember, don't even think about being alone with him, Sam. And look out for your brother. Whatever happened tonight, he's gonna need some time. And beer."

"Yeah, thanks again, Bobby. I'll let you know what happens."

"Alright. Talk to you idjits later."

The phone went dead as the three men sat in silence, wondering what to do. It was only a moment before Sam looked up at Cas. "You didn't feel anything? Nothing from Dean?"

Cas slowly shook his head. "There were no overwhelming emotions coming from him. I do not understand why if what Bobby said is true."

Gabe nodded, thinking it through. "Maybe it only happens when it's, like, life-threatening. I mean, not just any overwhelming emotion, but when his life is in danger or something."

"But, Bobby said Dad was pinning Dean to the wall and then Dean fought back. Is that not life-threatening enough?"

Cas nodded, working through the situation. "I believe Gabriel is correct. Though he was in a confrontation with his father, his life may not have been in jeopardy. Or, it could be that Dean may not have been scared. The other times when it happened, Dean was scared for Jo's life and I had been scared during the dream I had. It could be that Dean has gotten over his fear of his father and did not feel threatened by him."

Sam nodded, "Okay, I guess that makes sense. So, what are we going to do? I'll call Ellen, see if he went to the Roadhouse."

Cas shook his head, "He won't be there. He knows that if he goes to the Roadhouse, Ellen and Jo will question him relentlessly as to what happened to make him so upset, and that either of them would call you, letting you know where he is. He will go to a bar he would not usually go to so as not to let anyone know where he is. Since he has shut his phone off, he does not want to be found; therefore, he will make sure he is not found until he wants to be."

Sam nodded, "Well, I'm just going to call to be on the safe side. Ellen knows a lot of the bar owners in town. Maybe she can make a few calls, find out where he is."

He picked his phone up from the table and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number for the Roadhouse. He hit send and then brought it up to his ear. He decided against speakerphone this time around. It rang a couple of times before Ellen's voice came over the line.

"Roadhouse Bar and Grille. This is Ellen."

"Ellen! Hey, this is Sam."

"Sam! Hey, what can I do for you?"

"Something happened tonight between Dean and our father. Dean took off and I was wondering if he went there."

There was a pause and Sam imagined her straightening up, instantly worried. "No, he's not here. And knowing him, he won't be coming here if he doesn't want interrogated. Now, I'm assuming he turned off his phone for you to be calling me?"

"Yeah, his phone's off."

"Okay. Well, I'll make a few calls, see if I can find out where he went. But, Sam, if I were you and something happened that's bad enough for him to just take off and turn off his phone…I'd leave him be until he's ready to be found. It could do more harm than good to find him before he's ready."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I know. I just want to know that he's okay. Thanks, Ellen. Let me know if you come up with anything."

"Sure thing, Sam. And you keep me updated. I want to know the minute you find him. Text Jo if you can't call. I'll make sure she keeps her phone glued to her."

"I will. And I don't think that will be too hard. She always has it glued to her."

He heard her laugh softly, more nervously than genuine. "Yeah, I could wring her neck sometimes. You take care now, Sam."

"I will. Thanks again, Ellen."

The line went dead and he set his phone down on the coffee table. "She's going to make a few calls, see if he went to any of the bars where she knows the owners."

Gabe nodded, "That's all we can do. Do you really think your dad's going to come here after what happened with Dean?"

Sam looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah, I know he will. Someone tells him not to do something, he usually does it."

There was a knock on the door and all three men looked up. Before Sam could move, Gabe stood and walked over to the door. He opened it and came face to face with a man who was roughly the height of Dean, sturdy build, but quite rough around the edges. He had dark hair and a scruffy beard, but you could see the family resemblance.

"You must be the infamous Mr. Winchester."

John's eyes narrowed at the smaller man in front of him. "Yes, and who might you be? This is my son's apartment."

Sam appeared in the doorway behind Gabe and John instantly saw the tension radiating off of him. "Dad. What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be in town until tomorrow."

John attempted a smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. "Funny, Dean said the same thing. Now, are you going to let your old man in or just let me stand out here in the hallway all night?"

Sam hesitated, but after a moment he put his hand on Gabe's upper arm and pulled him out of the way, letting John into the apartment. John missed the look that was passed between the two men as he stepped into the apartment and looked around.

He noticed another man sitting on the couch. He didn't seem very happy, but John didn't really care. He turned and looked at his son. "So! Long time no see, Sam. You going to offer your old man a beer or what?"

Sam nodded and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed them all a beer since Gabe had remained in the living room. Gabe wasn't going to let anyone be alone in the same room as this man, especially not his little brother.

Sam walked back into the room and passed around the beer. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a spoon, a very dull spoon.

Sam sat down on the couch, gesturing for Gabe to do the same. Gabe made sure to position himself between Sam and his father, which made Sam's heart swell. Gabe had never really had a reason to be protective of him until now, so Sam had never gotten to see this side of him. He really rather liked it. Other than the part where it was because of his own father that he had to act like this. That kind of put a damper on things.

"So, Dad…um…how are things back home?"

John took a long pull from his beer before looking at his son and answering. "Same ole, same ole, I guess. Your mother started re-painting the walls. She said she was ready for a change, or something to that affect. New carpet and furniture too. She's redoing the whole house pretty much."

Sam nodded, not really interested in small talk. He already knew that his mother was redoing the house. He'd just talked to her about it earlier that day. "That sounds like a good project for her."

John nodded, "Yeah, she likes to keep herself busy. You know your mother."

Sam nodded again, things were getting more and more awkward. He couldn't just come out and say what he wanted to. Not without knowing what had actually gone down between them. He knew that his father would just make some excuse for it, probably call Bobby a liar and say Dean just had a couple of errands to run or something.

Sam wasn't going to buy it this time. Not after knowing what his father had done to Dean in the past. There was no way he could ever look at this man the same way ever again.

SPN

Three hours and some very awkward conversation later, the front door opened and everyone looked up. Cas, Gabe, and Sam had been just about ready to pull their own hair out, they'd been so worried. Not to mention they couldn't talk about it or try to find Dean with John sitting right there in the same room. They'd all had to keep silent about the matter, waiting for Dean to finally come home.

Cas watched Dean walk through the door and his eyes immediately went to the bruise that was forming on Dean's jaw. His anger flared again and he knew that it had come from John.

Dean closed the door behind him, his mind in another place. He hadn't even noticed his father's coat hanging by the door as he'd walked by it. When he walked into the living room and finally looked up to see his father sitting there with Sam, Gabe, and Cas, he stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes narrowed and he looked his father dead in the eye. "What the hell are you doing here?"

John stood from the chair he'd been sitting in and plastered a fake smile on his face. "Visiting my sons, what else would I be doing here?"

They could all see Dean's anger rising. Dean's eyes flicked to Sam's and then back to John's. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you didn't tell him why you're really here."

The fake smile faltered the slightest bit, but it wavered back into place. "I told you, I'm here to spend time with my sons. Last time I checked, that's not a crime."

Dean shook his head, "No, it's not. But your sons don't live here, so you can leave."

John's eyes narrowed as Sam stood up. "Dean, what are you talking about?"

Dean had hoped that Sam would catch on as soon as it had slipped out of his mouth. Sam was smart. Nothing could slip by him. Dean glared at their father. "Go ahead, John. Why don't you tell your son why you're really here. Tell him what you told me."

John shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Dean, drop it. I'm warning you."

A smirk appeared on Dean's face, "You're warning me? What the hell are you going to do? Hm? If you didn't catch on back in my office, I'm not scared of you."

John's eyes narrowed further. "Dean…you better watch your mouth."

"Or what? You going to shove me against the wall again? I don't think so."

John took a step closer to Dean, but Dean didn't back down. He saw out of the corner of his eye as Cas and Gabe stood up, worried. "Dean, I'm warning you. I'm your father and you'll do what I say."

Dean laughed, he actually laughed. "You're not my father. You stopped being my father when you threatened my little brother, when you first laid a hand on me. Father's don't do that to their kids. No, you're just a spineless drunk who gets his jollies from causing other's pain."

John moved so that he was standing right in Dean's face, only inches apart. It felt like deju vu for Dean. "Dean…"

"No. Sam deserves to know. He deserves to know that you went out and cheated on Mom."

He saw Sam's mouth drop, but he kept going. "He deserves to know that you kept seeing this woman until you managed to get her pregnant."

Dean turned and looked at Sam. "You met Adam, right? One of the new mechanics I hired?"

Sam nodded, his brow furrowing as he waited for Dean to continue. "Well, that's our little brother. And the kicker is, Adam doesn't even know. He doesn't know who is father is and he doesn't know his boss is really his older brother."

Dean turned back to John. "Mom doesn't even know. Mom doesn't know that her husband, the man she married, the man who is supposed to be loyal and faithful to her, cheated on her and got another woman pregnant. After all the shit you've done to this family, you had the nerve to go out and do some more damage. What the hell gives you the right to even call consider us family anymore?"

That was the moment when John snapped. He grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and threw him against the wall again. "You listen to me, you little shit! You've been nothing but ungrateful for everything that I've done for you! You know how difficult it was to put up with you for all these years?"

Dean narrowed his eyes. "You really think I should be grateful for having to protect my little brother from my alcoholic, abusive father almost every night for months when I was just a kid? You think I should just smile and be happy to be a part of one big perfect family? Well, you can go straight to hell."

John's fist connected with Dean's jaw, the same place it had earlier at the shop. Dean moved to block his next blow, but Sam was already there. He shoved John away from Dean, almost knocking him to the floor.

Sam stepped in front of Dean, blocking John's view of his older brother and he lowered his voice to a menacing level. "Don't you dare lay another finger on my brother. You've caused enough pain to this family. I won't let you cause any more."

John took a step towards Sam. He wasn't intimidated by his middle son, even though he should have been since Sam practically towered over him.

"Don't you get in the middle of this, boy. This is between me and your brother."

Sam shook his head, "No, not anymore. Dean told me what you did to him when we were kids, what you were going to do to me. I'm not going to just stand by and watch you hurt him or this family anymore."

Dean stepped up next to Sam. He wanted to make sure he'd be able to get in between him and their father if their father decided to do anything. He would never be able to forgive himself if he let John lay a finger on him after all these years.

That's when John made a move he would probably regret. He glanced over at Cas and Gabe and made a snap decision. John saw the way Dean kept glancing over at Cas. He saw the fury behind Cas's eyes. He saw the same fury in Gabe as well.

John moved fast, but not fast enough. Dean had caught on to what he was going to do faster than John had expected. Dean whipped around Sam and bolted for the other side of the room. He jumped over their new coffee table and landed in front of Cas right as John neared him.

John threw out a punch, but it was deflected. Dean threw a punch of his own that landed on John's jaw, making him stagger back a couple of steps. Dean took the extra couple of steps to stand in front of him again. This time when John went to punch him, Dean grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and then shoved him up against the wall.

He leaned forward and spoke right into John's ear. "That's another person you don't touch. His name is Cas and he's my boyfriend. Oh, by the way, I'm gay and I really couldn't care less what you think about it. You see, I live here with my boyfriend and Sam lives in another apartment with his boyfriend. If you have a problem with that, feel free to leave. Or, if you don't, you can leave anyway."

John looked at Dean the best he could with being pinned to a wall. "No son of mine is going to be gay, you hear me?"

Dean smiled, "Then it looks like I'm not your son. Now get the hell out of my apartment."

He released his hold on John and stepped back, blocking John's view of Cas. He glanced over at Gabe and gestured for him to stand by Sam, just in case. It was a big brother thing. Dean knew that Gabe would protect Sam even though Sam was bigger than him and could take care of himself.

John turned and looked Dean dead in the eye. "How could you do that, Dean? How could you betray me like that? I thought I raised you better."

Dean almost laughed. "Betray you? You can really say that to me? Get the hell out. Now."

When he didn't move, Dean looked over at Gabe where he could see the man's cell phone sticking out of his pocket. "Gabe, call the cops. Tell them there's a man here who's breaking and entering. That he attacked us."

He turned back to John as Gabe was pulling out his cell phone. John shook his head. "Fine. You win this round, Dean. Don't think this is over."

Dean narrowed his eyes and watched as his father walked across the room, grabbed his coat, and left. No one moved for a good two minutes, no one knowing quite what to say or do.

Dean turned around and looked down at Cas. He saw the fury that still burned behind Cas's eyes. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas's waist, pulled him into him, and buried his face into the crook of Cas's neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent that was the man he was falling in love with, and tightened his hold on him as he felt Cas's arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him close.

Sam looked over at his brother, watching as he buried his face into Cas's neck. He knew they needed some time alone, adjust to what had happened, so he grabbed Gabe's hand and pulled him towards the door. Gabe nodded, knowing what Sam was doing.

Gabe threw one last look at the couple before closing the door behind them and telling himself that they'd be okay.

Does anyone hate me yet? I had to. I've been thinking up this scenario for months. Literally, months. Ever since a few chapters back at least. Well, I hope you continue to read! Tell me what you thought! Thanks! =)