Cas and Anna were eating dinner when they heard the doorbell. They looked at each other questioningly. They weren't sure who it could be as neither of them were expecting anyone today.

Cas said he would go check it out before he got up from the table. When he opened the door, his mouth fell open a bit. Dean stood at the door and he looked absolutely wrecked.

"Dean, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Can I stay here?" Dean asked as he fell back on the couch and sighed.

"Of course," Cas said. "But could you tell me what happened?"

"Yes, I'd like to know why I'm going to be harboring a fugitive teenager," Anna added on after she came into the living room.

"Doesn't matter that I'm a teenager," Dean said. "Legally, I'm eighteen he can't make me go home."

Anna snorted. "Legal, my ass. Your dad's not going to care about that."

Dean sat up. "I don't give a shit about what he does or doesn't care about."

Cas crossed his arms and sighed. "What did he say, Dean?"

Dean glanced at Anna and then back at Cas. He didn't really want to talk about it in front of Anna.

"Don't worry, I'll leave you two alone," Anna said and wandered off to her bedroom.

"After he caught us, he said, he said- "

"What?" Cas said gently. He took a seat next to Dean and intertwined their fingers. "What did he say?"

"He said that 'he'll need some time to get use to me." Dean sighed.

Cas rubbed Dean's thumb. "C'mon, Dean, that's not the worst that could've happened."

"I know, I know, It's just what the fuck? 'I'll need some time to get used to you' Who fucking says that?" Dean said, "To a kid who just came out, no less."

Cas untwined their fingers. "My father would probably say something worse if he knew," He said before averting his gaze.

"Yeah, well your father can kiss my ass," Dean said. "He's probably kissing someone else's ass in prison."

Cas barked a laugh. He hated his old man and he hoped the guy got everything he had deserved. "Just for that, you can stay as long as you want."

Dean smiled gently at him and pulled him into a hug.

That night

Dean was sleeping on the couch when he heard a buzzing noise. It took him a few minutes before he was fully awake and realized that it was his phone that was buzzing.

He glanced at the clock hanging above the wall. It was twelve in the morning and so he wondered who could be calling him so late.

As he lay there, he brought the phone up to his ear and swiped to answer. "Hello," He said, before he yawned.

"Oh, thank god you picked up," Sam said on the other line. He sounded frantic. Suddenly Dean was very alert.

Dean sat up. "Sam? What's-" Dean cleared his throat. "-What's wrong?"

"It's dad, Dean."

Dean had a queasy feeling in his stomach. "What happened?"

"Um, well after you left and we had dinner and saw your note, dad wanted to get you but I told him to leave you alone because I knew you'd want your space and he reluctantly agreed and then we decided to watch T.V. but then- "

"Sam, get to the point," Dean interrupted.

"Well- anyway, before we went to sleep, he noticed that there were no more frosted flakes left and no milk and he said he'd go out and get some at the local store,"

"And?" Dean interjected again.

"And another car hit him!" Dean could hear blubbering across the phone. But Sam kept talking through his sniffles. "The hospital called me like fifteen minutes ago and I didn't know what to do so I said I'd call you and call them back."

"Sammy?"

Sam stopped sniffling. "Yeah?"

"I'll be right there," Dean said before he turned his phone off and started to pull on his clothes. He grabbed his keys and was about to leave when he heard a noise. He looked around and saw Cas standing in the hallway.

Cas approached him. "Where are you going? What happened?"

"My dad-" Dean took a shaky breath- "My dad was in a car accident. I have to go get Sam and my car and then we have to drive to the hospital."

"I don't think you should drive right now," Cas remarked.

"I have to, I have to..." Dean kept repeating. He couldn't think straight. He kept pacing around the room, desperately trying to find something that he was sure wasn't even lost.

Cas walked up to Dean and grabbed his chin so that he was looking directly in his eyes. "Dean, you have to listen to me," Cas said firmly. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to drive."

Dean swallowed and then sighed heavily. "Okay."

"I'll drive. Okay?"

"Okay," Dean repeated.