AN: The story is coming to me this week and I'm happy to get another chapter out to you guys! Thanks so much for reading and reviews! They are so encouraging!

Dean walked into the auto shop listening to the bell above the door ring as he did so. The entrance lobby was small with just two waiting chairs and a standing desk, a television hung in the corner of the room playing some morning talk show that Dean didn't recognize.

"Hello?" Dean called out as he stepped into the empty area. A swinging door separated the lobby with the back room and it took only a moment from Dean entering before a man came through the door. He appeared to be in his early 20s with a stubbled chin and bright blue eyes. When he spoke, his voice carried the room with a southern drawl Dean knew from their time in Louisiana.

"Hey there, you must be Dean Winchester." The man wiped his hands on a rag and then offered one to Dean in greeting, he hadn't quite wiped all the grease off but they shook anyways.

"Yes, Bobby said to tell you I was here." Dean said with a nod.

"Yeah, he told me to expect ya. Names Benny, right this way." He gestured for Dean to follow him and through the swinging door they went. They walked into a garage area and across the large room was another door with a sign on it reading office. Benny knocked his knuckles twice and held his ear to the door for a moment and Dean heard a grunt in response. Benny opened to door and Bobby was sitting a large desk covered in papers in the corner of the room. "New kid is here Bobby."

"Thanks, Benny. Did Mrs. Larsen bring her Rio in yet?" He asked as Dean slipped into the room behind Benny.

"No, sir. Not yet."

"Balls, that's gonna put us behind if she doesn't get it here in the hour. Can you just give her a ring?" Benny gave a nod to indicate that he would give her a call and then left the two alone in the office. Dean stood awkwardly by the door and glanced at the clock on the wall-8:59. He was right on time and he hoped this made a good impression. Bobby gruffed and pointed to an old chair near the desk. "Sit."

Dean crossed the room and sat down watching Bobby read a few documents before he looked up at him.

"You ever have a job before son?" Bobby asked plainly.

"No, sir. But, I-"

"That's okay. I don't need any reasons or assurances that you're quick to learn or eager to be here. I've heard it all before. I just want to get an idea of what you know." Bobby tapped a group of papers on the desk top before handing them over to Dean. "This here is the job description, policy and procedures, and if you plan on actually working on the cars then I'll need to bring me in your diploma. I also need your social security card and-"

"Diploma?" Dean repeated taking the papers and looking up at him briefly. "I.. I don't have a diploma."

Bobby paused for a moment trying to get a read on Dean's face. No diploma? "How old are you, son?"

"I'm 18, sir. And I.. Uhm, I don't know if I have my social security card. My dad's never mentioned it before and we move around a lot so.." His voice drifted off as he started to feel a bit uncomfortable under Bobby's gaze. There was something different there.. Concern? Compassion? Dean couldn't quite identify it, perhaps because he wasn't used to such a look being directed his way.

"Okay.." Bobby sighed and folded his hands in his lap as he leaned back in his chair. "I am an understanding man, but if I'm gonna help you out with a job here Dean then you'll have to follow my rules. Got that kid?" Dean nodded in agreement and so Bobby continued. "Without the social security card I can't officially put you in my books and without at least a GED I can't let you do any work on the cars, however I'm willing to work with that for a while at least. You can work a few hours keeping things clean, making calls, ordering parts, those kinds of things. I'll pay you all cash, under the table and not very much, but only on two conditions."

"Yes, sir."

"I want you to get your social security card. All you need is your ID card and someone at the social security office should be able to help you fill in all the blanks. It can take a few weeks to get one, but then I can make you official and raise your wage without getting into trouble." Bobby watched Dean as he spoke making sure the kid was listening. He was hanging on every word like the conditions were life and death. "And, the second condition is.. I'd like you to get your GED."

Dean leaned back in the chair a bit, surprise on his face. "I don't mind not being able to work on the cars, sir. Any job is fine for me really."

"It's not just about you being able to work on the cars. Yes, it's one of the reasons but more for your benefit than mine." Bobby pointed to a bookcase near the desk full of car manuals, mechanic information, and parts catalogs. "All of this information can benefit you to know. Being able to fix a car is a good trade job, you can take it with you wherever you end up in life. You're 18 years old, no college plans-but that doesn't mean you can't have a career Dean. I'm giving you a chance here and I encourage you to take it. You don't have to answer me now, I'll give you one free day. But by tomorrow I'd like to know your decision."

"Yes, sir." Dean nodded and swallowed hard. The GED course.. First Mr. Novak and now Bobby were pushing him to do it, telling him that he COULD be something if he wanted to be. It felt so foreign, and a little frightening to know that two people in this world seemed to believe in him.

"Okay, then get on out there. It's a mess so I'm sure you'll find something you can take care of."

"I did have one question, sir." Dean said as he stood holding the papers against his leg and wondering where he would hide them from John as he asked, "My little brother, Sammy, I told him to meet me here after he gets out of school. I watch out for him while my dad works and.."

Bobby raised one hand and Dean stopped talking immediately worried that he might have crossed a line. Had he just screwed this up? Maybe he shouldn't have said anything.. maybe he should have just told Sammy to go to the library first..

"That's perfectly fine." Bobby could see the surprise cross over Dean and then the happiness. The smile that came over his face was like a drink of fresh water and Bobby wondered how often this kid's face shown such happiness over something so small. "There's even another desk out there. It's covered in crap right now, but get it cleared off and your brother can always have a place here to work on his studies if he needs."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you." Dean said with a nod.

"Now, go get to work." Dean gave Bobby's words one more nod as he ducked out of the room and got started on his shift. He was going to get that desk cleaned off before school got out and show Sammy his new job. He hoped that Sammy would be proud of him.

Castiel found it harder to get his work done as each minute passed. His mind kept wandering to the older Winchester brother and their parting of ways this morning. He reacted so.. strangely to the idea of making his father proud. The entire circumstances surrounding their father was odd. On paper, John Winchester appeared to be a hard working man who was trying the best for his sons, but something in Castiel's gut told him that he was missing pieces to the puzzle.

Perhaps it was nothing. Castiel pushed the thoughts away again and turned his eyes to the quarterly report he was working on. Castiel spent a few hours a week keeping it updated so it was ready to go each quarter. His phone rang on his desk and he glanced briefly at the time. It must be Uriel, he sent the email out over an hour ago.

"Hello." Castiel answered before adding, "This is Sioux Falls High School, counseling office. Castiel Novak speaking."

"It's Uriel." Castiel glanced at the time again and picked up a pencil to make notes. Taking notes always helped him process things better. "You said you had a query?"

"Yes, I've got an interesting student with family dynamics that are.. concerning to me. I just wanted to run the details by a fellow to see if it seems as.. odd to you." Castiel cleared his throat finding himself suddenly uncomfortable with the idea that he was going to share the Winchester brother's information. Something in his gut told him to tread carefully and not give more detail than necessary. "I have a transfer student, a sophmore. He's been to three high schools this year because his father moves for work."

"Three high schools? It's only October." Uriel sounded displeased with this information and Castiel found himself regretting the call.

"I'm sure it's nothing, he's a bright kid and has stayed in the top grades even in advanced placement. But, his father has been unavailable to chat-"

"And his mother?"

"She died, when he was very young." Castiel let out a soft sigh and leaned back in his chair as he spoke. "He has an older brother who watches out for him. I met with him yesterday to discuss how important that it is for them to stay in town and not move again this year. He seemed sincere in agreeing to this and that his father would agree as well. But, something.. something just doesn't sit right."

"No, you're right. Something doesn't sit right." Uriel agreed and Castiel felt his stomach tighten. "Have you called-"

"No, no. I don't think theres any reason right now to get our superiors involved. I'd hate to report anything that is.." He shook his head to himself and looked out of his small window to the blue skies outside. "I think I should just give it more time."

"Well, you have scheduled him for the weekly visits correct?" Castiel confirmed to Uriel that he had, after all it was policy. "Then I think you shouldn't worry for now. Give it a few weeks, maybe have his brother meet with you as well and continue to try and connect with their father. You should have a better picture then and if you need to report them then you'll have more information to give. You know how Micheal likes to see the big picture."

"Yes. Yes, you're right." Castiel cleared his throat and wrote on his notepad. "Thank you for calling. It's sometimes best to talk it over."

"That's why they assign us together, brother." Uriel responded. "If that's all you need, I'll have to go. I have a meeting in ten minutes."

"Thank you again, Uriel."

"Anytime, Castiel." There was a click as the other hung up and so Castiel did the same. Perhaps he was just over reacting to the small bit of information that he had so far.

He tapped his pencil on his notepad a few times and then ran his hand through his hair. Call Dean. The words seemed to come off the paper at him and he underlined it then frowned. It wasn't unusual to have parents and gaurdians come to the weekly meetings, he had the impression that Dean would make the time to come for his brother. But, what about the father? Dean seemed to be Sammy's reliable family member-did he learn that from example.. or did he want to be for his brother something that he never had?

Castiel shook his head and stood from his desk to walk to the window instead. He saw briefly his reflection and realized that the hand through his hair had ruined the perfect coifed look. Late for his job, unable to focus, and now his hair was a mess. This was not like him at all. He stared at the school gates, stared at the place he conversed with Dean earlier this morning and wondered why.. why could he not stop thinking of him? He thought about the smile on his face when he talked about his brother, the pride in his voice when he bragged about accomplishments he brother achieved, and then the drastic difference when talking about himself or even his father.

He turned away from the window and moved to his desk again. He opened the second drawer and pulled out the brush and mirror he kept for emergencies. He fixed his hair quickly, tucked the items away again, and sat back at his desk. He needed to focus on his work..

Once again the words on his notepad seemed to scream out at him.

Call Dean.