Dean was actually nervous.
About what?
Well for starters, his family. Were they going to be pissed. After all, he's been gone for nearly three days or something, and he knows how they got when Dean would run away for a couple days.
He pressed his forehead against the cold window and finally saw Singer Salvage Yard come into view. His heart started to tighten in nervousness and he kept anxiously looking out the window as they approached Bobby's property.
"Whaddya worried about?" Bobby asked as he pulled up and parked. Dean looked at the suddenly ominous house and he shrugged.
"I've never been crazy about my parent's punishments." He grumbled and Bobby turned off the engine.
"Yer a wimp. Own up to these kinda things. Besides, I don't think yer parent's are gonna punish ya fer getting kidnapped." Bobby said, and thought about it. Mary and John seemed to be the type of parents that are good, but push them enough and they will retaliate.
Dean sighed, and got out.
As he approached the house, he realized that so far... It's surprisingly good. Nothing has been thrown at him. Not being yelled at by a window. He hasn't even received dark glares from inside the house. From what he could see, nearly all the lights were off in the house except for the kitchen one. When he thought about it, it made him anxious, and it seemed to do the same for Bobby as he was already pulling out his gun from his pocket.
They both silently signaled each other as they approached the house and Dean fell into quiet step behind Bobby as the older hunter took point.
Bobby slowly closed his hand around his doorknob at the back door, and creaked it open. They both winced at how loud the hinges shrieked, and Dean sent Bobby a short glare.
"Fix your damn doors." He hissed quietly and Bobby glared back.
"Don't patronize me now, boy." He responded before he turned back to creep in. Dean crashed into Bobby when the hunter abruptly stopped.
"Dammit Bobby what-" He looked around him, and saw his family sitting at the table, calmly and all staring at them.
"Er." Bobby coughed and quickly pocketed his gun. Dean wasn't so quick to do that however and paced towards his family.
"Would it have killed you to called to us before we got here?" He asked, slightly waving his gun around as he spoke and John narrowed his eyes at Dean.
"Where were you, son?" He questioned and Dean was suddenly taken back to a five year old memory..
Flashback 5 years ago.
"Dean, where the hell were you, son?" John demanded as he towered over his eldest. Mary wasn't there since she was busy saying good night to Sammy in his room.
Dean sat on the couch in the living room, sipping a glass of water he got from the kitchen and ignored his father completely and kept his eyes on the TV.
"You will answer me when you're spoken to, Dean!" John suddenly roared and slapped Dean's glass from his hands. The younger Winchester winced, before he glared up at John. They didn't hear Mary come down the stairs at the sound of glass shattering.
"Mary's gonna be pissed at you for breaking one of her glasses, John." Dean sneered, his eyes dark and his lips curved down.
"I don't give a damn right now, Dean. Where. Were. You?" He repeated his question and Dean shrugged.
"Out banging girls and hitting up every bar this city has to offer. Problem?" He asked before John brought his hand up and slapped Dean.
"You don't take that tone with me boy. " John growled out, his voice low and dangerous. The atmosphere became ten times more tense than before as Dean now had his head lowered as he carefully covered his tears. They both ignored Mary as she started screaming at John.
"How could you hit him?" She exclaimed as she went up to John and smelt his breath. Alcohol. Typical.
"You get out of my house until you're sober enough to apologize." Mary hissed, pushing John towards the nearest exit.
"Mary I-" Mary broke him off by roughly grabbing the door handle and ripping the door open.
"Now." She ordered and waited for John to have both feet outside to slam the door on him.
Mary turned away from the door to go to where Dean was, but she saw he wasn't there anymore.
Instead, Dean was upstairs, glaring at his wall through unshed tears, refusing them to fall. He heard a knock on his door and he knew it was Sammy. Sammy always knocked three times quickly.
He didn't answer. Instead he waited for Sam's footsteps to return to his bedroom before he approached the light switch and turned off all the lights in his room and dove into bed.
Dean turned away abruptly when his memory whirled through his mind. He could still feel the pain, the betrayal, and the loathing from that night.
"Out." He bit out to John's question before he raced for the stairs and silently skipped two at a time until he reached the top. He paused and let his heart calm down.
A tear fell from his cheek and he stubbornly rubbed at his face to stop the tears.
"Dammit it Dean stop being such a wuss." He scolded himself angrily as he started to walk to the guest room. His pace stopped fully when he heard laughing echoing in his ears. He went to go investigate and he was back at the top of the stairs, looking at the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. The laughter was coming from the end of that hallway. The kitchen.
At least his family and Bobby were getting along.. They didn't need him to be there to be happy, which filled him with relief, knowing he could leave or die now and it wouldn't be a permanent scar in his family.
"Why are you still with them, then Dean-o?" Dean swore he heard Azazel in his head but he decided to ignore it for now. Instead he walked back to his room and grabbed his hunting journal from his bag.
It was an old dusty journal, but Dean decided to never buy another one since he has info in it that has four years worth of hunting.
He began to scribble down his knew found info on the Yellow Eyed Demon when he heard a knock on the door. Still feeling uncomfortable with his family, he ignored it until it became consistent and he slammed his pencil down on his book.
"What?!" He snapped as he whirled around and faced John who walked in, looking almost smug and it pissed Dean off.
"Hey son." John strolled in and looked over Dean's shoulder at his book. Dean immediately closed it and rose an eyebrow at John as his father rested a hand against his shoulder.
"How about you come play some scrabble with us?" He asked and Dean frowned.
"Pass. I'm going to go hunt and hang with Cas." He said as he stood but John stopped.
"Does Cas even know?" John elaborated to those times that Cas hasn't shown up to Dean's side because he was busy.
Dean stayed silent and pushed past the wall that was his father and left the room. He didn't even bother to bring most of his weapons. He simply carried his 45. with him, and that was enough.
"Wait let me come then." John said suddenly, and that surprised both Dean, and John.
"You wanna come hunting?" Dean questioned him and John shrugged.
"Sure." He said and Dean stared for a couple moments longer as if he was crazy.
"No." Dean flatly said and John snorted.
"You can't say no to me Dean. I'm your father and I don't want you going out again so soon after you just came back. Come spend some time with the family. We were willing to leave you alone to get settled, but now we want you to spend time with us." John tried, but Dean was already carrying on.
"Sorry dad, but my answer is still the same. I don't want to spend family time with the family that sent me away." Dean grumbled as he walked down the stairs, John hot on his heels.
"Well you're not doing a bang up job, are you?" John countered as he stopped Dean by grabbing the back of his shirt, and lifted it a little to snatch his gun. Dean whirled around and nearly backhanded John for taking his gun, when John already slipped out the clip, checked it before he pushed it back in and smirked at Dean's expression.
"How do you even know how to hold a gun?" Dean asked, since he had never seen any of his family hold a gun before. Well.. Sam holding that pistol the other day doesn't count. He didn't look like he knew a thing about it and he expected the gun to explode in his hands and take off his head.
"Bobby taught all of us." John said, and instantly Dean felt anger run through his veins faster than he's ever felt it before. He was in the kitchen before John could say another word.
"Bobby!" Dean roared as he stormed in and Bobby looked up from the scrabble board to the younger hunter. He wasn't fazed by Dean's anger so he was probably expecting it. He calmly sipped his beer as Dean leaned down so they were staring right into each other eyes.
Dean didn't know where to start. Maybe he should begin with "don't take away my family's innocence."
Before he could even start with his long-ass rant, Sam stood up so quickly his scrabble pieces on his small stand fell.
"Dean, stop!" He spoke out and Dean turned his fiery gaze to his younger brother.
"Stop? Stop?! Sam if I let these things happen, what's going to occur to you guys?" He shouted, his voice growing in volume quickly. John stood at the entrance but he could feel his son's rage fine from where he stood.
"We're fine Dean! We actually feel safer now that we know about these things! I know how to draw a demon's trap, and I'm learning how to exorcise one now." Sam explained quickly, not at all afraid of his brother's fury.
"You know what?!" Dean looked like he was ready to explode, and he turned his sharp gaze back at Bobby who shrugged nonchalantly in response.
"The boy saw mine on the ceiling and stuff, so he started askin'." He explained and Dean ran a hand through his hair and breathed hard.
"I don't know where to start.. This is all ridiculous and it has to stop." Dean said, and Mary stood now, although she did it much calmly than Sam.
"Dean, it's not like they know much right now. They've only been taught for about half an hour by Bobby." Mary explained quickly, and Dean frowned.
"So what about you?" He questioned her, and she folded her arms.
"I already knew all of it. He didn't need to teach me." She told him and John entered the kitchen fully and once again rested his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"It's not like the entire world will be after us now that we know how to handle guns, Dean. Heck, they might leave us alone." John smirked but Dean shrugged his hand away and turned so he was facing them all.
"No but most demons and monsters don't even know about you guys yet!" Okay so that was a complete lie.. Almost every demon knew about Sammy apparently, and they didn't have to look far to find John and Mary.
"Dean we want to help you." Mary tried but Dean shook his head fast.
"You don't get permission to." He snapped but John was already speaking again.
"We get to decide what we want to do, Dean. Not you." He said, and Dean glared darkly.
"Yeah, I already figured that out." He spat before he snatched his gun back that was still in John's hands, and ran out the door. He ignored Bobby shouting after him, and just continued to run. He ran until his lungs begged for oxygen, and his legs ached.
When he stopped, his hands fell to his knees for support and he breathed fast and hard as his heart tried to calm down.
Now that he was far away from the house, and able to think freely, he looked around. When he had reached the highway, he had decided to run along it. Now he seemed to be pretty far out which was annoying because he'd have to walk home now.
Dean walked now until he found a random bus stop out there and he sat down at the bench. A bus wasn't coming for another hour, but it wasn't like he was looking for one anyway.
He began to pray, needing his friend here with him.
"I call upon Castiel.. Uh Cas just get here." He muttered and he heard the sound of wings flapping, and a rough landing. He opening his eyes to see Cas laying there, breathing heavily.
"Cas?!" He gasped as he went to his friend's side and quickly assessed him.
"Cas what the hell happened?" He demanded as he saw it was only fortunately cuts and scrapes. Nothing too serious, but they were deep. Castiel could just heal himself though.
"A demon was looking for you." His voice was ragged and hard.
"Yellow Eyes?" He asked and Cas shook his head, coughing weakly.
"His name was Alaistair.." He mumbled before he glanced at himself and noticed the wounds like they weren't there before. He healed himself and stood but he still seemed troubled.
"What did he want from me?" Dean asked, and Cas sat down at the bus bench.
"He said your soul." He started and Dean interrupted by snorting.
"Yeah I've already heard that and it's nothing new." He laughed but Castiel didn't join him.
"Dean, Alaistair was extremely powerful. Powerful enough to hurt me badly." Cas interjected and Dean stopped abruptly and his smile turned into a frown.
"Maybe he's just working for Azazel." Dean guessed, and Cas hummed before he shrugged.
"If he is, he's still a problem. We're going to need to get moving again. We can't stick around here, especially with you being kidnapped so near." Castiel was speaking quickly now, and Dean was having trouble keeping up at Castiel's anxiety.
"Hold on.. Cas I can't just leave.. My family." He tried, and even though he didn't want to be near his family right now, he isn't about to just ditch them all together, or make them move again so quickly.
"I understand Dean but you also can't stay in that house forever. Demon's know that as well, and will wait you out when they catch up." Castiel explained and finally seemed to look at their surroundings.
"Why were you praying to me from a bus stop?" He rumbled out, looking at some of the posters that covered the glass that surrounded the bench.
"I needed to get away from my family. They want to learn about hunting." Dean explained quickly, and Cas frowned.
"Isn't that what you wanted when you brought them to Bobby's?" He questioned him and Dean shrugged.
"I wanted them to just learn there's darkness in the world. I don't want them to be sucked into the life all together." He grumbled, unhappy with how things are going.
"Dean, I believe that a human can either be fully in the hunting life, or oblivious to it all together." Castiel contributed wisely and Dean stared at Cas.
"Did Alaistair hit your head or something?" He joked and Cas looked away, offended.
Dean let out his first hearty laugh that day, and damn it felt good.
"Sorry Cas. It's just you're not usually this wise around me." Cas shrugged in response and continued to look away, obviously studying something now.
"Should we go hunting? I heard of a ghost in three towns over." Dean offered and Castiel looked up at him as Dean stood.
"Will your family mind?" He asked politely and Dean grunted.
"Who cares? I'm just gonna walk to Bobby's and grab my stuff. I don't care if they try to stop me. They won't be able to." He explained as he began his trek back to Bobby's. Castiel surprisingly walked alongside of him, and kept offering to fly them over but Dean kept refusing.
When they reached Bobby's, it was already dark and they didn't think anybody would be up. They were quickly proven wrong however when they entered Bobby's house and John sat in a chair by the door.
"You're back late son. Partying?" John asked without looking at him, and was instead reading a book. A book on lore, and it made Dean's hairs bristle.
"You know it." Dean remarked as he walked straight upstairs with his angel in tow. He heard the chair screech a little as John also stood and followed them up the stairs.
When John came to his room, he was surprised that Dean was blindly grabbing all his things. He didn't even seem to care that he woke Mary and Sam either as he gathered his things into his duffel and put it on his back.
"So where are you going at this hour?" John asked the two, and Cas didn't meet his eyes once, but Dean stepped up to the challenge.
"Out ganking a ghost." He stated, and John squinted.
"When was the last time you slept, son?" He questioned him and Dean shrugged. The last time he slept was in the Impala, but John didn't need to know that. He ran on four hours anyway.
Dean didn't mean to hesitate, but John saw it, and exploded on Dean.
"You haven't slept in a long while, have you?" He accused his eldest, and Dean took it all with a blank face as he closed him emotions up quickly. He knew if he didn't then he'd be here for hours, shouting and cursing John's name at the man himself.
"You know this isn't right." John hinted to Cas, too obviously for the angel to act like a stereotypical angel and take care of Dean.
Dean had to scoff at that, and Cas glared.
"I am an angel of the lord. A warrior. Not a caretaker." Castiel said, obviously irritated before he flew out of there in a flurry of wings. Dean just hoped Cas would be waiting in the Impala when he got out there.
"Look dad, it's not that I'm going against you. Heck, Cas and I are obviously not the bad guys out there, but we can't just sit around and let them come knock on our door." Dean blew out of his nose loudly, and Sam could hear it from where he sat on the opposite side of the room.
"I know that son. Hell, I do. But I hate how you have to be the one that goes out there and gets down and dirty." John countered weakly, and Dean felt his heart twist at how wrecked John suddenly looked. Dean didn't want to look at Sam and Mary, since he was scared the same looks were in their eyes.
He realized that John cared a hell lot about him. More than he should. More than he'd ever need to.
"Dad.. It's life. It's not exactly the way we've been told life is gonna be, but I was honestly the exact same as you when I first started hunting. Every night I felt something was going to appear and skin me alive. I felt every human around me was a demon, ready to attack me, and I began to carry my gun everywhere. Heck-" He pulled his gun from the back of his pants; "I still do."
"Then why do you still hunt? If it emotionally destroys you, why do you still continue?" John croaked and Dean stared at him, and stayed silent for a couple moments.
"Because I gave my life for the hunting life. No longer am I just Dean Winchester, horrible son and idiotic. Now I'm a hunter that gives his life for humanity, no matter how draining it is." Dean concluded and turned away, his duffel still on his back and he walked to the Impala. John didn't follow him, so Dean didn't know if that meant good, he understood, or bad, he was too angry or confused to pursue.
Dean stuffed his bag into the trunk and found Cas sitting calmly in the passenger seat.
"Good, you didn't bail." Dean smirked at his best friend and the angel smiled in return.
"We had an arrangement for a hunt." He reminded Dean that he stays true to his words 90% of the time. It was good enough for Dean, and Dean ignited the Impala to life and listened to her purr loudly, happy for a Winchester to be back behind her wheel.
They pulled out of the highway, and made way to their destination with loud music all the way.
By the time they reached a motel, Dean was dead tired. Castiel was no different of course since he didn't need nutrients, or sleep.
When Dea n booked their room and Cas stopped staring at the front desk occupant, they went to their room and Dean tossed his bag to the second bed and fell onto his new heaven.
"Ughh so much better than sitting in a car." Dean groaned as he instantly curled his arms under the pillow and pulled it closer to him.
Castiel watched him before he turned away and looked out the window.
"I still can't see how you can bear to sleep in these conditions." Castiel sniffed as he looked around the room. It was a moderate room that had dark wallpaper and a couple paintings, along with two queen size beds, a desk, table, and a small kitchen.
"This one is way better than other ones I've been in, Cas." Dean said as he lifted his head and finally assessed the room.
"Besides, why are you judging sleep conditions? You don't even sleep." Dean swept his gaze to Cas who shrugged.
"I'm comparing these motel rooms to yours now." He replied and sat down at the table.
"Okay well I'm going to sleep for four hours. We'll head out and by then it should be light out." Dean yawned as he set his alarm on his phone and went under the sheets to sleep.
Cas watched him and Dean's eyebrow twitched as he could feel the intense gaze of Castiel's and he turned his back to forget about it, but the feeling of unease and discomfort remained.
"Cas, take a damn picture. It'll last longer." Dean growled out and he heard Castiel shuffle around until he was standing over him. Dean cracked an eye open, when he was met with a bright flash and he grunted and rolled away and fell off the bed.
"What the hell Cas?!" He snapped as he sat up immediately.
Castiel stood there calmly, holding Dean's phone in his hand and stared at the picture he just took of Dean.
Dean forgot Cas takes things to heart most of the time, so him falling off the bed was his own fault. He was still allowed to be grumpy about it, however.
Getting back into bed, he didn't mind that Castiel had taken a picture and was staring intently at it. It could've been worse.
With that thought in mind, he fell asleep quickly.
A/N: Hey guys I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Some stuff happened, but I hope it wasn't too boring. Anyway, THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE COMMENTS, FAVS, AND FOLLOWS! Seriously means a lot to me guys! ^-^
So lemmie say.. No chapter until this weekend probably. I have a HUGE presentation in front of possibly 200 people on Thursday, and I gotta study my speech -.- Anyway, I luv ya'll! 3 3 3
(Btw sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the others. Only 1k-2k but it's still a big difference.)