Bobby clenched his jaw as he removed his favorite cap. Dean and Cas gulped hard simultaneously as the two teens observed a thick vein throb profusely on the older man's forehead. Dean stood still staring at the mutant vein. Castiel glanced at the broken glass which now decorated a spot on the old linoleum.
"You idjits clean this mess and meet me in the den in five minutes." Bobby shook his head and vacated the kitchen.
He first entered the den and asked Sam to put Alfie to sleep. Luckily, the toddler's eyes drooped since he was exhausted. "But the movie's not over," Adam pouted.
"Y'all finish watching it tomorrow. Now go brush your teeth and get in your jammies. Adam, you're bunking with Castiel tonight. Dean will be Sam's den roomie."
"But we were gonna read from the kids ghost stories book you got us," Adam crossed his arms.
"I bet Castiel will love reading from it to you later, kid." Bobby ruffled Adam's hair.
Sam already held Alfie, who made grabby hands at his foster father. Bobby placed his cap on the toddler's head. "I'll be up in a while to tuck you in, son."
Bobby breathed hard before returning to the front porch. Missouri noticed his glum demeanor as soon as he set foot on the rickety wooden floor. "What's wrong, sugah?" She rose from the swing.
"How about a rain check on the iced tea? Something came up with my lunk head of a foster son and the pastor's kid."
"Dean and Castiel are in trouble?" Missouri opened the screen door to go in search of her purse.
"Something like that," Bobby rolled his eyes. He knew taking in a hormonal teenager wasn't going to be easy. But Dean's behavior had him cross eyed. What the hell was the kid thinking? Bobby cringed. He couldn't fathom John's reaction if he were to ever discover what was going on between his first born and Castiel. "Idjits," he mumbled under his breath.
Missouri returned quickly with purse in hand. She kissed Bobby on the cheek before descending the porch steps. Bobby escorted her to a cobalt Prius and held the driver's door open for her.
"Thanks for helping with dinner and it was great seeing you," Bobby's face turned beet red.
Missouri grinned. "It was my pleasure, Bobby Singer."
Bobby closed the door. Missouri turned the ignition on and slowly drove her way out of the driveway. Bobby stayed outside until he could no longer see the Prius. He pinched the bridge of his nose before entering his house.
He found the two horny adolescents in the den. Castiel was sitting on the desk chair and Dean biting his fingernails as he sat Indian style on the rug in front of the TV. Bobby banged the door shut.
"What are you two stupid morons thinking?!" He leaned against the door.
Castiel got up. "I'm sorry sir. Dean is my boyfriend."
Bobby glanced at the ceiling. "I'm too old for this shit."
Dean left his poor fingernails alone for the time being and stood up. He walked a few steps to stand next to Cas. The blue eyed boy linked fingers with him.
"How long has this been going on?"
"About a week," Castiel answered his foster father.
