Man, fuck that shit

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Part 1: Man, fuck that shit

This was the day, Dean thought. This was finally the day. There had been over one and a half month of stolen moments and rushed kissing and it was all he could take. This was the day he moved out of the house and into Cas' apartment. Between work, family, school and friends there just wasn't enough time and Dean was bursting at the seams by now. He needed Cas, he needed to be alone with him and he knew Cas felt the same way. There was hardly a second when Cas wasn't at his side when they finally managed to squeeze in some time. The family had noticed it too but Mary and Sam just seemed happy that he and Cas had fixed their problems. If only they knew...

Dean was a little nervous to tell his family to be frank. He wouldn't say everything of course; both he and Cas had come to a quiet understanding concerning the matter of letting people actually know. John had been making side-ways glances at them though and Dean knew Sam was much too smart for a fourteen-year-old so yeah, he was nervous.

Looking around his room he was satisfied with what he had packed. It would do for now. He guessed he wouldn't really move in with Cas in the sense that a lot of his stuff would still be at the house. He supposed it would qualify more as a prolonged sleep-over but he didn't mind. He would be finished with school soon and then he could get a job and he and Cas could get a bigger place.

Yeah, that was the plan and it made Dean all warm inside. Cas and him. He and Cas. He could hardly believe it.

"Dean?" mom was calling and he stepped out in the hall.

"Yeah?"

"Dinner." She sounded like he should've known and he looked at the clock, realizing that he had been shuffling about in his room for much longer than he'd have thought.

Thoughts of Cas were really distracting, he thought and thumped down the stairs to join his family.

"No Uncle Cas?" Sammy was asking just as Dean joined them and Dean smiled because he knew where Cas was. Because Cas had told him. Because he thought Dean was important enough to know. God, I'm such a girl, he thought as he tried to wipe the dopey smile from his face. No chick flick moments. Mom was looking questioningly at him too. He cleared his throat as John shook his head.

"Business meeting." John explained and Dean didn't want to be a douche and correct him -business dinner - so he kept shut.

Sam nodded wisely and started talking about some school project or other and Dean kind of zoned out, thinking about what sharing Cas' bed at night could entail. It was dangerous territory though and he shifted as his lower regions took notice of his thoughts.

Mom frowned worriedly. "Dean? Is everything alright?"

He looked up and found the family staring at him. "Actually." He cleared his throat and straightened a little. "I have something I want to talk about."

"What is it son?" John asked but Dean turned more to mom.

"I've been thinking and I think it's time I moved out."

Mom blinked. "What?"

"I mean, I'm grown up now and-"

"Absolutely not." John interrupted and Dean turned an angry stare at him. In the corner of his eye he could see Sammy eyeing them both.

"What do you mean?" he all but hissed and mom was looking worried again. He didn't like that.

"Where would you live? How would you support yourself?" John went on, his tone decidedly condescending. "What about school?"

"Well," Dean started, business-like. "I would finish that, obviously, but come on, I'm no Sammy, I was never gonna continue more than I have to." Mom made a face that said she was surprised and Dean wondered why. "I would get a job, after school."

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