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Chapter fifteen

November 11th 2010 8:00 AM.

The next morning found both Milton children sitting at the kitchen table at eight in the morning. Though Anna and Castiel's personalities were as different as the moon and sun, anybody could see that they were related. For one thing, they wore the same identical annoyed expressions when woken up early in the morning. For another, they ate their cereal the same way.

John smirked when he looked at them and saw that both Castiel and Anna frowning at their breakfast. He knew it wasn't the time to laugh but he couldn't help smile at the one good thing he had witnessed since the whole mess had begun a mere twenty-four hours ago.

They still hadn't discussed what they were going to do. He feared to think what was going to happen to the Milton children, whom he loved almost as much as his own kids.

Speaking of his kids, Dean strolled into the kitchen in his pajamas, hair tousled and barefoot. As he went to get some milk out of the refrigerator, he did not even glance up from the floor to check his surroundings.

"Dean, we've talked about this. Where are your slippers?" John said sternly.

"Huh?" Dean sleepily grumbled while pouring in the milk into his bowl.

John shook his head, ruffled his son's hair and said, "Where's your brother?"

"Probably still sleeping." Dean said, as he made sure the cereal was soggy before he ate it. "Little dork likes to read, wouldn't be surprised if he stayed up again."

"Alright, I'll go wake him up. You guys finish your breakfast." It seemed that at the word, "guys," Dean finally woke up and realized he was not the only one at the kitchen table.

He blinked a few times as if he was trying to remember what had happened the night before.

Dean did not know where to begin. "So…"

"I am assuming you want to know what happened." Dean nodded in response.

"We have decided to leave home." Castiel said as he finished his breakfast.

"What do you mean decided?" Dean questioned, "You can't just decide, you guys are still kids, you can't leave your house." He couldn't imagine where he would go if he decided to leave his house. For one thing, Dean was certain that John would kill him or Sam if they ever decided to run away. He remembered how angry his father had been when he had run away to the Miltons a few years ago. Dean couldn't believe that he now considered those to be happier times. He pushed that thought away.

"That is precisely what we are going to discuss today." John said as he walked back into the room, followed by Sam, who sleepily mumbled, a "Morning" and went about finding a bowl for himself.

"What?" Castiel huffed.

"Did you really think we could stay here, doofus?" Anna rolled her eyes.

Castiel got up from the stool and went to put the dirty bowl in dishwasher. When he returned to the table, he turned to John and said, "So what do you suggest?"

"I am assuming Inias was not too happy with both of you running away." Both Anna and Castiel nodded. "So I think it's best for you to treat this as a regular day and after school, we will discuss options. Both of you should go and get dressed for school."

Once both Anna and Castiel were out of earshot, Dean whispered hoarsely, "Options? Why do we have to discuss options?"

"Dean, you do realize that they can't stay here forever." When Dean did not say anything, John tentatively placed his arm on Dean's shoulder, "Dean."

Dean shrugged the hand off and stormed out of the kitchen. John sighed and took a sip of his coffee. He cursed under his breath when he realized that it had gotten cold.

"Daddy, you're not supposed to curse."

"I know, Sammy." John ruffled Sam's hair and said, "I've just had a rough day."

"Don't worry, dad, Dean can't stay mad forever."

John snorted. "Oh yeah, how do you figure?"

"Well, one time we had this fight and Dean was really mad at me and said he wasn't going to talk to me. But then a few minutes later, he started talking again."

"I hope you're right, kiddo." John said as he finished his re-heated cup of coffee and went to get ready for the long day ahead.

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