Uncle Cas

One more fucking love song, I'll be sick

It was Sunday evening and Castiel was nervously awaiting Dean's arrival. Dean had been texting him all day and Castiel couldn't wait any longer. He needed his lover beside him. He needed to tell Dean what had happened between him and John and he needed to tell him that he wanted them to talk to John about their relationship. If there still was a relationship after Dean knew, that was. People rarely slept with their lovers' dads and expected everything to be fine after that. Castiel was prepared for that too. He knew he needed to tell Dean anyway, there would be no secrets between them if he could help it.

Castiel looked at his phone, both checking the watch and the inbox. There was nothing new from Dean and, maybe more importantly, nothing from John. He hadn't tried calling John again but he had left a message sometime after Crowley had left yesterday, saying he wanted to talk. He had actually thought John would be man enough to at least answer him but Castiel was beginning to realize that John was more of a coward than he had thought.

Just as he was sitting there, fiddling with his phone, the door burst open to reveal a slightly out of breath Dean. He was smiling broadly and chucked his bag to the floor even as he was closing the door.

"I'm back." He announced, panting slightly and Castiel realized he probably had been running up the stairs, maybe even from the bus stop.

"You sure are." Castiel smiled, feeling his whole chest warm at the sight of the young man. His young man. His Dean.

Dean practically bounced over to where Castiel was sitting on one of the bar stools by the kitchen counter. Without further ado he pulled Castiel into a suffocating embrace.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you."

Castiel laughed, thinking he probably had, what with all the pictures and texts he'd gotten but he decided not to say anything about that. Just feeling Dean pressing close to him was soothing to his soul.

"The trip was that bad?"

Dean leaned out and looked at him for a while, really looked, and then shook his head. "Not so bad, I just wished you'd been there too. That would've been awesome." He leaned down to peck Castiel lightly on the lips. In spite of himself, Castiel groaned and Dean quickly deepened the kiss. He tasted wonderful, a little like the gum he'd been chewing but mostly like Dean and it was a taste Castiel could get drunk on.

But not now, they needed to talk. So he pulled back and stopped Dean when he made to follow.

"Dean, wait." He smiled slightly when Dean pouted. "We need to talk."

That made Dean's face drop. He sat down immediately and Castiel swallowed.

"What's wrong baby?" Dean asked and Castiel felt a warm flush at the nickname. It was like a drug when Dean said it.

"I..." he clenched his hands. This was why he had rehearsed. Too bad it apparently hadn't stuck. "There was an incident when you were away."

Dean looked worried. "What's with the enunciation on 'incident' Cas?" he asked and took one of Castiel's hands. "Is someone hurt?"

"No." Castiel shook his head. Not physically at least. Not enough to do anything about it and he frankly didn't want the attention. "No, it's..." he swallowed nervously when Dean leaned in, his face so trusting. He didn't want Dean to hate him, it made him want to vomit. "Friday after you left I went over to the house. Sammy was on soccer camp, Mary was working so me and John decided to drink and watch some sports."

Dean's face had darkened already and Castiel wondered despairingly if Dean had already understood.

"What happened?"