January 24th 2015
Winter break had come and gone and soon Dean's birthday had arrived. Dean didn't really want to throw a big party so he had a small gathering of family and friends at his house. And it had gone quite smoothly, just as he'd hoped.
At school the next day, as they were walking to class, Ash punched Cas lightly in the arm and teasingly remarked, "So how does it feel to not be dating jailbait anymore, Cas?"
Ruby giggled. Jo look mildly offended but snickered as well. Dean and Cas unanimously said, "Shut up, Ash," and then smiled at each other.
Mid-March 2015
The months after they had returned to school from break had passed quickly and spring was right around the corner. One late afternoon after school, Cas came over to study with Dean. Well, "to study." In reality, they were going to make out until eventually Cas would pull away from Dean and say, "we really do have to study." Dean would argue at first but then relented and so they'd separate and take out their notebooks and start doing their homework.
But that day, before they could separate, his dad who had been walking up the stairs had hollered, "Hey Dean, I'm making dinner. Do you want burgers or stea-" John opened the door and finished with, "- Steak?"
Cas and Dean sat apart quickly and pretended to be engrossed in their books. But it was pointless. Their faces were flushed, their hair was crumpled and the notebook Cas was holding up was upside down.
"Burgers," Dean answered flatly, without looking up from his book.
"You sure?" John asked, not yet ready to broach what he had just walked into. And also, quite unsure how to.
"Yes, I am sure," Dean gritted his teeth and his grip on the book he was holding tightened.
John, glanced at Cas, who was still pretending to be engrossed in his notebook.
"Castiel," John said. "Maybe it's better if you leave."
Cas and Dean looked up at John questioningly.
John reiterated. "I mean, I'd like to talk with my son."
Castiel nodded. He wasn't going to argue. Dean and his dad needed to talk and he didn't want to get in the middle of that. He packed up his backpack and left Dean's bedroom quietly.
He'd text Dean later to make sure everything was okay.
After Cas left, John tentatively sat on Dean's bed. Dean was lying on the bed and had turned away from his dad.
"So, when did this start?" His dad asked.
"A while back." Dean refused to turn around.
"Okay," John said and then sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Dean, I need you to know that I'll need some time to get used to this."
"What?" Dean asked incredulously.
"I said- I'll need to-"
"I heard you," Dean interjected. "The first time." Then he snorted. Clearly, his dad didn't understand.
"What?"
Dean turned over and stared coldly in his father's eyes. "Funny how I remember you saying you were going to accept me no matter what back when I was little." Dean heaved a sigh. "I guess mom died and you changed your mind." Then he turned back to staring at the wall.
"Dean."
Dean said nothing.
"Dean, that was different," John said. "You were young and we didn't think you were gay or that you would actually be dating Cas."
Dean snorted again. "I'm not, I'm bisexual. There's a difference, dad."
"I do know the difference, Dean," John said with an edge to his voice. "Listen Dean, I didn't want to offend you by what I said, it's just going to take some time to get used to you and Cas together."
"Okay," Dean said bleakly.
"Okay," John answered. "Well then, I'm going to go make dinner." And then John got up and left Dean's bedroom.
Once Dean was sure his dad was out of earshot, he got out his small duffle bag and packed some essentials into it.
Then he opened his window and was about to climb out but before he did, he wrote a note and left it on his desk. It said, "I'm going to spend some days at Cas's."