Sam had chewed most of his fingernails and cuticles, by the time he heard the Impala's engine purr loudly on their street. John scheduled an afternoon mass that Sunday, which meant he hadn't stepped foot outside of the Winchester home yet. He hadn't noticed the absence of the black muscle car. Grandpa Henry was doing a smashing job getting a rise out of his son.
The teenage moose flew out of the house, and opened the Impala's front driver's door. "What the hell's going on, Sammy?!" Dean almost fell out of the vehicle due to his brother's erratic behavior.
"I called Grandpa Henry after you left. He's here now." Sam caught his breath.
Dean grinned. "Grandpa's visiting?" He pocketed the keys in his jeans back pocket.
"I told him everything and he's here to help."
"He knows I'm gay?" Dean gave Sam a look of terror.
Sam patted his brother's left bicep. "Don't sweat it. He's just disgusted by dad's homophobia."
"Dad doesn't know I was gone?"
Sam shook his head. His shaggy hair flopped up and down. "He has no clue. Hurry up and get in bed. I told him you were coming down with the flu."
Dean hugged the hell out of his moose brother. "I owe you big time, Sammy boy."
The boys could clearly hear John's and Henry's raised voices coming from the garage. Dean took two steps at a time on his way to his bedroom. Once he was inside his room, he shrugged off his jeans and remained wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He crossed his arms under his head and smiled, after plopping his body on the mattress.
Castiel was feeling better in his home. Bobby was truly Cas' dad. So John, the prick would be unable to blackmail Dean. Alfie and Castiel were Singers now. Dean would bet the Impala that Bobby would move Heaven and Hell to keep his sons under his roof. Sleep overcame the green eyed Dean. Soon light snores were emitted from his room.
Dean woke up to the aroma of Hot Pockets coming from the kitchen. He grinned. Grandpa Henry was an atrocious cook, but he made up for his lack of culinary skills by nuking awesome junk food. Dean got out of bed and stretched his arms. His fingertips almost touched the ceiling. He scratched his exposed midriff, before bending down to retrieve a pair of dirty grey sweatpants. He whistled, as he made his way down the stairs.
The munchkins must have left with John to church earlier in the afternoon. Dean yawned really loud. Henry turned from the stove, where he was preparing mac and cheese. He beamed at his first born grandson. "Well if it ain't my favorite prehistoric pet dinosaur!"
Dean rolled his eyes. Ever since he was a little runt, Grandpa Henry called him Dino, the pet from the Flintstones. "Hey grandpa!"
Henry opened his arms wide open in invitation. "What are you waiting for, kiddo?" He glanced at his wrist watch. "There is a titty bar waiting for me in two hours!"
Dean laughed. He walked into his grandpa's warm bear hug. "Thanks for coming, grandpa. Sam gave me the 411."
Henry patted Dean's shoulders. "I'm sorry you've been going through all this shit, son." He shook his head. "I blame your Grandma Millie's old man for filling John's head with all of this religious fanaticism." He carefully retrieved two ham and cheese Hot Pockets from the microwave. Henry turned off the stove and served mac and cheese on two plates to accompany the nuked treats.
