@CastielNovak I was recently told to not hide my feelings. But, it is what humans do; they say they are fine, and even if I do not look it, you say I look well, and in that way, we avoid talking about something we can do nothing about.
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"I don't have a mother," Dean said, stepping backwards. He pulled Cas back with him.

"Yes, you do! Everyone has a mother." She opened her mouth to respond but didn't. Her eyes glanced down to their intertwined hands. "Oh! This is your boyfriend! I didn't know you were gay, Dean."

Dean growled, literally growled, stepping in front of Cas. "You don't know anything about me."

She put her hands up defensively. "I wasn't being homophobic, I was just stating facts." She put her hands down and smiled at him. "Look at how big you've gotten. How old are you now? Eighteen?"

"I'm twenty-three," he said bluntly. "Why are you here?"

Cas tugged on his hand slightly and Dean turned around to look at him. Cas smiled at him and squeezed his hand comfortingly. Dean turned around to see his mom looking around awkwardly.

"Well? Do you have an answer for me? If not, you can leave," he said with a grimace.

"I just got out of rehab and wanted to see my sons. Is Sammy here?" she asked, looking around.

"Or, you came here because you have nowhere else to go. What, you don't have any sober friends to live with? And it's Sam to you," he growled again.

"Dean! I am your mother. Do not speak to me this way. Now, is Sam here?" She turned around to look for another entrance.

Dean released Cas's hand to run after her. He had no idea what would happen if Sam found out the truth about Mary. It was too late, though. Sam was coming outside to check on the yelling and ran straight into his mom. "I'm sorry!" Sam exclaimed.

"Sammy?" she asked, looking up at her son.

"Do I know you?" Sam asked. He had the same reaction as Dean. Cas had walked up behind Dean to comfort him but ended up feeling like a fourth wheel.

She smiled brightly. "Oh, my God. Look at you! So big, just like your brother." She hugged Sam and he looked up at his brother in confusion. His face screamed help me.

Dean stepped forward and physically separated the two by wedging his hands in between and pushing out. "Mom, you can't be gone all of these years and just expect everything to go back to normal the second you show your face. You're not welcome here and you need to leave."

Sammy chimed in, "Mom?" but no one heard him.

Her face dropped. "Dean, I can't believe you'd treat your mother like that. What happened to the nice little boy I knew?"

"Dad died," was all Dean said.

She was speechless. "What?" she said after a few moments of silence.

Dean turned around to grab Cas's hand and then faced his mom again. "Yeah. Two people tried to kill me and Sammy. Dad sacrificed himself for us. Sammy got stabbed, too."

She turned to her other son. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah," he said, staring at his mom. Sam was still in shock.

"Did the police ever catch who it was?"

"Some guy named Fergus MacLeod and a girl named Meg Masters," Dean said. "Why?"

Mary looked down at the ground.

"Mom? What are you not telling us?" Sam said, suspecting guilt.

She sighed and looked up - both to her left for Sam and straight for Dean - before saying, "I know the girl. She worked with this guy sometimes but he went by the name Crowley."

Everybody was speechless. It was completely silent except for the cars passing by. Dean spoke next. "This is all your fault," he said to his mom.

She looked shocked. "How was I supposed to know they would connect us? It was probably fifteen years since I last saw you."

"Actually, mom, it was ten," Sammy chimed in.

She looked to her taller son, making eye contact. She saw the sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know."

Sam pulled out his phone. He typed a few things and then put it away. "How's Grandpa?" Sam asked.

Fuck, Dean thought. He had no idea what to say except hold onto Cas tighter. "What do you mean?" Mary replied.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. He motioned to Dean with a point as he spoke, "Dean said you were with Grandpa."

"Sammy, I'm sure she doesn't want to get into that now-"

"I wasn't with Grandpa?" Mary answered, looking at Dean questionably. Both of them were looking at Dean now.

Dean cleared his throat. "I guess I must have not known why Mom was gone, then," he lied.

Sam shuffled his weight onto his other foot before starting. "But, Dean, you would've remembered why Mom left. Dad and you talked about it all the time."

"Oh, well excuse me for not remembering something from when I was four," Dean yelled. Cas grabbed Dean's arm with his other hand and started purring quietly to calm him down. Dean took a deep breath and then continued. "You need to leave," he said to his mother. She opened her mouth to speak but Dean cut her off. "Now," he growled.

She walked off the property. She glanced back once before turning the street corner and disappearing. Now, it was Sammy's turn to speak. "Dean, what the hell just happened?" he asked.

Dean groaned and pulled Cas with him past Sam. "I don't wanna talk about it," he grumbled. He flung the downstairs door open before trudging up the steps. He opened the door the apartment and walked in.

"Dean," Cas started. Dean led them into his foyer and they took their shoes off. Dean took him into a room he remembered Dean went into last time he was here. It looked like a bedroom and Cas presumed it was his.

His bed was in the left side of the room, the head of the bed in the middle of the wall. A dark, stained, wooden headboard accompanied the white sheets. To the right of it was a nightstand littered with a clock, a lamp, and two picture frames. It appeared to be two pictures: one with just Sam and Dean another with Sam, Dean, an older, scruffy looking man, and a short haired brunette.

On the wall closest to them, to their left, was a bookshelf. Cas smirked as he said, "You read?" He looked through the books to see them all about mythical creatures like vampires and werewolves.

"Only a little," Dean replied. He made his way to his bed and sat as Castiel continued to inspect the room.

He looked to his right and saw a dresser in the middle of the wall opposite Dean's bed. The dresser was the same style as Dean's headboard. It had a huge, rectangular mirror on top. On the other side of that was a door which Cas assumed was his closet.

Directly in front of him were two windows adjacent to one another. Plain white blinds laid across them openly.

Castiel sat down at the end of the bed on top of the duvet next to Dean. "Are you okay?" he started.

Dean sighed. He didn't know how to feel. "I'm fine, Jack." He grabbed his hand and put it on his thigh before looking back up at him.

"Dean, you told me not to bottle my feelings. Please do not do the same," Cas stated, looking up into his eyes.

Dean looked down at the floor. "My mom's a drug addict. Has been since Sammy was born. Claims that he was a little demon baby. Actually," he said, starting to chuckle, "Sam was the best little kid I've ever met. Never cried. Never screamed. I mean, his first words were 'Thank you'. He didn't say them right, but I knew what he meant." Dean looked down at Cas and frowned. "I lied to him, Jack."

Cas clearly didn't know what to say. He was just giving Dean the time he needed to get it out of his system.

"I told him Mom went away to help our Grandpa because he was sick." He paused for a few moments and stared at the ground again. "Dad walked in on her trying to breastfeed Sammy while she was high as a kite. I figured lying to him would be easier. I mean, how do you explain to a curious four year old that his Mom's a walking pile of shit?" He groaned and laid back in his bed. He threw his left hand up on his face and dragged it down as if cleaning his face off.

Cas laid down on his side next to Dean and faced him. "You don't," he said.

Dean looked over and saw Cas staring at him. His face was rather solemn looking and it made Dean slightly smile. Not because he was a sadist, but because it showed Cas cared. "Thank you, baby, for helping me through this. I really missed you," he purred. He leaned over to press a light kiss on Cas's nose and smiled at the blush it caused.

"It is not a problem, Dean. I wish I could not have my medical problem," he said. Dean frowned at how genuinely sad he looked. He looked truly burdened and Dean wanted nothing more than to free him from that burden.

"Well, cursed or not, I'm not going anywhere. I lost you once and I don't wanna lose you again." He knew he was being incredibly cheesy but he couldn't help himself. Suddenly, a realization hit him. "Jack?"

Cas looked back into Dean's eyes. "Hmm?" he hummed.

"I have a question to ask you," Dean said. He sat up and looked at Cas again. Cas sat up straight and looked him in the eye. Their hands were together the whole time but neither cared enough to let go. "Wait!" Dean yelled, getting up to run out of the room. "Wait there!" he called out from the other room.

Cas chuckled and heard Dean shuffling around lightly. "Is everything okay?" he yelled back. Dean came walking back into the room moments later, hands behind him. "What are you hiding?" Castiel asked suspiciously.

Dean smiled and brought his hands around to the front. In them was a bright red rose. It was obviously fake but Cas blushed anyway as Dean held it out towards Cas.

"What is this for, Dean? What do you have to ask me?" he asked obliviously as he reached out and took the rose from Dean.

"I know it's fake. But, I promise I'll buy you real ones as soon as possible," Dean said. He was fidgeting nervously.

"Dean, what is this all about?"

Dean took a deep breath, shutting his eyes as he did so. When he opened them, he looked directly into Castiel's ocean blue eyes. They gave him a surge of confidence as he asked, "Jack Kline, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Cas blushed deeply. Dean was still extremely nervous. "Well, yes, Dean. I do want to be your boyfriend. Why?"

Dean chuckled. "I was asking you out." He had figured out by now he needed to be very blunt in order for Cas to get the hint.

"Oh," Cas muttered, flushing deeper. "Well, yes."

"I know, sweetheart," Dean cooed. He sat down on the bed to the left of Cas - same as before - and the two leaned their foreheads together. Purrs emitted from both of their chests and they smiled happily.

Even though Dean's life was starting to become even more of a mess, he didn't care. He had his lovely boyfriend at his side and he felt invincible.

He decided to ignore the impending thoughts. I'll handle them later, he thought to himself. "Hey. I know it's really early, but I'm beat," Dean admitted, pulling away.

"You are beat? You do not look beat up," Cas said.

Dean laughed loudly. "Yeah, buddy. I'm super tired," he admitted.

Cas nodded and went to stand. "I will let you sleep then," he said.

Castiel didn't have much of a choice to leave when Dean grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back down. "Can you stay?" Dean voiced nervously.

Cas smiled and nodded. Dean smiled in return and climbed up his bed. He untucked the blankets and snuggled under them after throwing off his jacket. Cas walked to the top of the bed and slid in as well.

Dean wrapped his arm around Cas and smiled before drifting off to sleep.

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