The day after the dance, John and his sons were sorting out clothes and toys which the family planned on donating to the local Good Will store. Dean experienced a restless night. He most likely slept two hours top. The dark bags under his eyes were a clear indication of this. He constantly tossed and turned on his mattress replaying his dance with Castiel. Dean initiated a kiss that was not meant to be due to his dear old dad. The green eyed teen could no longer deny his growing feelings and attraction towards Castiel Novak. Would John kick him out of the house if Dean were to approach the pastor and reveal this to him?
A stuffed rabbit that Adam slept with since he was two smacked Dean on the back of his head. Dean glared at his six year old brother before dunking the rabbit inside a cardboard box labeled toys. "What's your problem, shrimp?"
Adam stuck his tongue out at his oldest brother. "Dad asked you if you were ready for next weekend and you spaced out."
Dean turned to John, who folded t-shirts Adam had outgrown. "What about next weekend, dad?"
"It's International Youth Day. The four of us are heading to Leawood for a weekend retreat."
Dean was disappointed. After soccer practice next Saturday the players planned on going to the bowling alley and then catching a movie at the local multiplex. Dean looked forward to the outing because he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Cas.
"Do I have to go? I have soccer practice." Dean prayed his dad would cave and let him stay. Things would be awesome if John allowed Dean to stay at Bobby's.
"The season doesn't start until April. The team will survive without you." John taped a box closed.
Dean glared at his father's back. "Why can't I stay with Bobby? Those seminars are lame and I don't get anything out of them. It's just a bunch of bible thumpers."
Sam and Adam froze. John swiftly turned to see his first born. The man's face was red as a tomato. "What did you say? You learn more ways to be a good Christian that's what you learn."
"It's not fucking fair! I'm sixteen and you need to stop treating me like a child." Dean stopped himself. He cursed in front of his father and younger brothers. That was an absolute no no in the Winchester household.
John gave him a thunderous look. "Dean Michael Winchester you know your punishment for cursing. You have to set an example for Sam and Adam."
Dean winced. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"An apology will not suffice, young man. Let's go," John followed Dean inside the house.
The two youngest Winchesters each gave their older brother identical looks of sympathy, when he passed by. Sam whispered to Adam, "Dean never learns."
John opened the guest bathroom located on the first floor. Dean dragged his feet on his way there. John opened a box of soap and shoved it under Dean's nose. Dean pulled out the soap slowly.
The soap was a few inches from his mouth. John grabbed his son's wrist. "Put it under the faucet first."
Dean obeyed and then put the sudsy bar of soap inside his mouth. It was hard not being able to swallow for two whole minutes. John counted every second with his watch. When there were ten seconds to go, Dean swallowed and almost gagged.
