So this chapter is also short but I haven't posted anything in a day or two and I felt like I was letting the few of you that read this down...so here's so more plot with the mix of mother son bonding. Mary needed to make a comeback.

When I got home from work all I wanted to do was crawl in the shower and just sit there. My arms hurt worse than ever and I considered punching Bobby more times than once. But when I got in my room there was Sam. He was just sitting there. Staring at the leather jacket I took from Cas. "When you came back with this jacket I thought that maybe it was jammed in the seats of the impala and I had just never seen it before; but it's his, isn't it?"

"Before we were- when we were friends he told me that it didn't fit his frame right but it was such a nice jacket that he thought I should wear it. So I have been."

"Did he steal it?" Sam looks up at me now, I guess to see if I lie to him.

I won't there's no point in lying, "It was his fathers, he loved his father and he didn't want to get rid of it." I feel uncomfortable in my own room so I kick off my boots and toss my flannel shirt into a pile of clothes on the ground. "He loved his father more than he loved anyone else in the world and he didn't want the jacket to just sit there and got to waste so he let me wear it. I don't think he even notices how much I wear it. The jacket just became a thing. Wake up, shower, get dressed, and grab the jacket."

"Well what happened to his father?"

I pause and consider the story Cas told me, I know it's the truth, and that's why I don't know if I can tell it. It's Cas's story, and I have no idea if he wants other people to know. However, Sam wouldn't except that answer. "His father died when he was very young, and his brothers basically went bat shit insane. They blamed Cas because he was always around their dad more than they were but that was because of how insane they were.

"Anyways, they go into the habit of hurting people, at first they would just harass someone. But then it got worse and worse and eventually it twisted Cas enough to where he became the infamous mass murder he was."

"Was?" Sam looked dubious but I knew that Cas hasn't hurt anyone in a long time. I make him better. That's why he needs me. "You can't believe that he's going to give up his life of crime for you?" for a moment it feels like someone is sitting on my chest and I just sit there and stare at the silver rings on my finger.

"The last person he hurt was me and that was a long time ago and an accident. I know he's getting better." The room around me starts to spin and I sit down on the floor, still to nasty from work to sit down on my comfortable bed. I've never talked this much about something this passionate before and the excitement from all of it is rushing to my head.

Something changed in Sam's demeanor, his back slouched and his hands let go of the jacket and he leaned back on my bed. He was making himself comfortable, but not only that, he was relaxed. Maybe things would work out fine.

Who knows?

After our talk Sam went to his room, to think things over and I gratefully went to take the longest shower in my life. After I got out I went into the living room to find that my dad was out with his friends and mom was perched on the edge of her chair. When he saw me she smiled and pulled me down next to her, "Dean tell me if this man is hot, or if I'm blind."

"What?"

She swats my arm and grabs my chin to make me look at the TV screen, "There? You see? Dr. Sexy. He's sexy right? They didn't just name him that to be mean right?"

"What on earth are you watching?" she glares at me and I raise my hands in surrender, "Yes he's very attractive, I like the cowboys boots."

"Oh good." She sits back in her seat and I lean against her, "Well you see I was talking to my friend-"

"No but seriously what are you watching? It looks stupid."

She rolls her eyes, "Really Dean? It's called Dr. Sexy M.D. it's a hospital show. Like Grays Anatomy use to be."

"I can't believe you like this crap."

Thirty minutes later I'm looking through the channel guide to see when the next episode comes on.

Sam wanders into the living room and sits down in another chair. "Supper?"

"Fend for yourself." Mom waves her hand at him as I flip to another channel that's playing my new favorite show.