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Chapter 65 - Home

•Dean's POV•

"C-Castiel Winchester?" Cas asked, staring at C.W., "Really?"

I nodded, "Really. You mean so much to me, you know that. The day you can truly share my surname will be the best day of my life."

Cas blushed a deep red hue, "Th-Thanks, Dean. Thank you so much, I--"

"Don't thank me, it's just facts," I smiled. The phone rang moments later, so I excused myself and went to pick it up. "Hello?" I spoke quietly.

"Hey idjit, it's Bobby."

I smiled, "Oh, hey Bobs! What's up? How's Sam doing?"

"Sam's fine. Listen, your dad's outta jail," Bobby sighed, "I haven't told your brother yet. Should I tell him?"

"No, don't," I answered instantly, "Dad will never know Sam is with you. Just let him keep believing John's still locked up, for his own good. I'll deal with the monster."

Bobby muttered something I couldn't hear, "Sure thing, Dean. Be ready, I can guarantee John'll be with you shortly. Who knows what he'll do."

My heart raced. I know what dad will do - he'll come back and finish the job. He'll hurt Cas. And what if he finds Sam in Sioux Falls? He'll finish me off so I can't protect the two people who mean the most to me.

"Yeah. I'll be prepared," I nodded, "When he hurts me, Meg and Cas will call the cops again."

I could almost see Bobby nodding worriedly, "Okay. Be careful boy. Stay safe, ya hear?"

I nodded back, "Yeah. I hear ya."

Bobby hung up without another word. I sat on the couch between Meg and Cas, "Dad's out of prison. He'll be here, I can guarantee. When he comes for me, when he pulls a move, call the police. Okay?"

Cas hugged me around my waist a buried his nose into my shirt, "We won't let him hurt you, Dean. I'll kill him."

"That won't be necessary," I gulped, "You stay up here, stay in the safe zone. I'll deal with him."

Meg showed off her black high heels, "These aren't only good for walking. They're also useful whenever I want to stab a bitch."

"Seriously guys, let me handle him," I sighed, "It's me he wants. Don't risk your own safety for my burden."

"How long till he gets here?" Cas asked quietly, fiddling with his pajamas.

I shrugged, "Probably soon. When he gets out he's got nowhere else to go. He'll come here soon, and we're only a 10-minute bus ride from the Tulsa Jailhouse. It won't take him long."

I walked down the stairs and sat with my back against the door, sweating worriedly as I waited for John to show up. What if he hurts Cas? What if he hurts Meg? Meg's at a great danger, being pregnant and all... My hand started twitching uncontrollably, so I grabbed my baseball bat just in case.

I smiled to myself. This is why I play baseball, I thought triumphantly, because I'm bat-man.

I almost screamed in terror when someone knocked on the door. After getting up off the floor and collecting my bat, I calmed myself before opening the door. I breathed deep. "Hi...John."

He said nothing, just stood there, staring down at me with an expressionless face and empty eyes. I couldn't tell if he wanted to punch me or snap my neck.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I broke my gaze for a moment to turn and see Cas and Meg positioned at the top of the stairs, watching, despite what I told them.

"Dad?" I turned back, starting to worry. What the Hell is he waiting for? An invitation? "Hey daddy, punch me across the face ha ha!"

He took a step forward and I had to hide a small gasp. For a moment I was terrified because I realized I'm actually terrified. I thanked God Sam was safe in Sioux Falls, then begged God to save me too.

"Son..." dad croaked, his bottom lip quivering, before he stepped forward again, lunged, and I found myself cowering pathetically...

Wrapped in his arms.

Slowly I unraveled from my position as I realized I was being hugged. By my father. For the first time since we lost mom, dad is actually recognizing me as someone he loves. Someone he cares about. "D-Dad?"

"I'm so sorry, Dean," is he crying? "I'm so sorry for what I did to you and Sam. I should have been there for you when Mary died, when you needed me most. You needed me and I wasn't there and I am so, so sorry..."

I stayed, utterly stunned, in dad's embrace for a long time, trying to wrap my head around this. "Dad, are you drunk?" I asked, assuming he may have stopped at a liquor store on his way here. Maybe used a payphone there to call Bobby.

"Quite the contrary," he pulled back, keeping his hands on my shoulders and looking me in the eyes, "I'm sober. Completely sober. I promise I've changed, and I promise I'll be there from now on."

He's sincere. I think this is the most honest he's been since mom--

He hugged me again, briefly this time, "Look at you, Dean. Look at how you've grown. Owning your own house, keeping the car in good shape, proposing to your boyfriend...wow."

If I had food in my mouth I would have choked on it.

"H-How did you kn-kn-know about that?!" I panicked, "Who told you?!"

Dad shrugged, "Nobody, it's obvious. You and Cas are dating, you're both wearing rings, and it's more likely you proposed. Am I wrong?"

"No, you're absolutely right," I blinked, trying to understand it all, "Two questions: how did you know Cas and I are together? And don't you care?"

"Of course I care, it's wonderful! My son is in a happy relationship with someone he loves," dad beamed, "What more could a man ask for?"

I stared at him, displeased, "Dad, what are you on and how high are you?"

Dad laughed, "Dean, seriously. I said I'm sober and I meant it. Jail gave me time to think and reflect and it made me realize several things. Mainly that I was a huge asshole and you deserve better. I just came here to let you know. I'll go now."

"Go where? You've got nowhere else."

Dad shrugged with a small, defeated sigh, "I'll figure something out. It's not like I could ask to stay here - I don't deserve it, not in the slightest."

I grabbed his wrist, "I don't care what you did. You're my dad, you deserve to be with your son."

"Really?" he asked skeptically, "Dean, you can't be serious, after all that--"

"Through all that, all I wanted was a dad," I shrugged, "Now that I have one, I'm not gonna throw him away."

I pulled dad inside. Cas and Meg came downstairs to say hello. "Your room's still there, just as it was. As long as you don't mind reckless teens getting naughty, you can stay."

"Just until I get a job, and an apartment of my own," dad nodded, "Hey...where's Sam?"

**Plot thing :)

So everyone is happy yayayayyayaya!

FOR NOW. *dundunduuuuunnn*

So the picture...illumi-naughty confirmed

SO HAVE YOU HEARD THE SONG "LAY ME DOWN" BY SAM SMITH???? IT REMINDS ME OF WHEN CAS DIED IN TWIST AND SHOUT LOL
"LAY ME BY YOUR SIDE SO I CAN SING ELVIS TO YOU WHILE YOU DIE HORRIBLY."

So today is SATURDAY!
This week's #SexEdSaturday is: So who else heard of the new (I think it was Stem cell?) breakthrough that will apparently let gay couples have children of their own?

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Song: "Home" by Phillip Phillips

What a stupid name huh.

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