John slowly released his hold on Dean. He turned towards Henry. "This doesn't concern you. Mind your own business."
"It is my fucking, business because that's my grandson you are manhandling, and you're in my property." Henry made his way to the front porch. His eyes landed on the two teens, who glared defiantly at John. "Boys, why don't you go inside? I need a few minutes with my son."
Dean and Castiel quickly obeyed. The boys remained standing to the left side of the screen door. It was the perfect spot to listen at and not be seen.
Henry sat on the swing bench. His eyes were glued to his son's face. "Boy, am I glad my Millie is not around to see your disgusting behavior."
"Leave mom out of this!" John shoved his hands forcefully into his blue windbreaker.
"We did not raise you to become a bigoted and abusive asshole!"
"Homosexuality is a sin! All homosexuals' souls will rot in Hell. And what do you mean by abusive?" John swallowed hard.
"Have you ever met God face to face?" Henry stood up.
John turned his face to the side and laughed in a mocking manner. "Now you're being ridiculous."
"Look at me, boy!" Henry was visibly irate. "Until the Almighty visits me in person and says homosexuality is wrong; I am going to support my grandson. You should do the same, John."
"It's wrong. I need to save Dean." John stared at the screen door.
"Son, you need to come to the realization that Dino is gay. His sexual preference will not change. He's in love with Castiel, and by the look of things, those two are more serious than a heart attack." Henry strolled closer to his only son.
"Life is too damn short, son. Dino's off to college next autumn. He'll be home only for the holidays. Do you want to miss out on the time you have left?"
John sighed. "I can't accept his lifestyle so easily."
Henry placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "It will take time, but don't push him away. I'm here if you need to talk."
John looked into his father's eyes. "Thank you."
"That's what fathers are for. Now go in there and start mending fences with your kid." Henry motioned to the door. John nodded. As he walked towards the screen door, Henry stopped him.
"One more thing...if I ever hear of you starving any of my grandkids as a form of punishment; I won't hesitate to call child services. As their closest living relative, any judge will grant me guardianship of the three boys."
John's hand hovered over the knob for a few seconds. He cleared his throat and entered the house. Henry was close at his heels.
Dean and Cas were already sitting on the couch with at least six inches in between them. John sat on a recliner situated across from the duo. He leaned his elbows against his knees and steepled his fingers together. Henry stood behind the sofa. He urged his son to speak with his eyes.
John finally glanced at the two teens. God this was going to be extremely hard, but he wasn't willing to lose his son. "Dean, I want you to return home."
