The Footman

1.4

May, 1913

"Dean, would you open that window?" John muttered from his chair in the sun room.

Dean smiled softly and moved from his place in the archway of the room to the other side. He pushed open the window the most close to his father and felt the cool spring air blow in gently. John closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air. Dean didn't need any thanks, he knew his father was grateful whether he said anything or not.

In the sun room, there was a large window that was made of many panes that were crystal clear. It was shaped in a circular formation on a little bump on the side of the house. The room was filled with warm, orange sunlight from the setting sun. There were many plants on the low window sill, compliments of the elder Winchester.

John slipped peacefully into sleep as Sam walked into the room. Dean glanced over and made eye contact for only a few seconds. "Dinner will be ready soon," Hushed and low, Sam's voice sounded delicate.

Dean nodded, "He looks so peaceful. I wish I didn't have to wake him." He walked closer to his father and reached out to touch his shoulder when he drew back suddenly.

"What?" the taller boy asked.

Dean paused for a moment, "It looked like he wasn't breathing for a moment."

Sam held his breath, looking intensely at their father. "Do you think?"

"Shut your dumb mouths, I'm not dead yet!" John opened his eyes and glared at his sons. He pushed himself out of his seat, his leg braces creaking. Dean went to help him but John shooed him away, steadying himself on his cane. "I'm not dead, yet!" He muttered again.

Dinner was normal. Missouri made excellent meals and the footmen served it brilliantly. Dean enjoyed watching Castiel bend and stretch, his blank face asking politely if John would like any more chicken. Dean flashed smirks to Cas, biting his lip just to taunt him. When the footman reached Dean, he leaned a little too close and batted his eyes a little too much.

"Oh, today I received a letter from my cousin in Kansas City." Jessica sat forward in her seat excitedly. "I've been invited to her house in the country near there for the weekend. She says there'll be a party on Saturday and that I could bring Sam and Dean along? How does that sound?" She looked at all three Winchester men.

"I don't see why not," Dean shrugged his shoulders and looked at hi dad for a response.

John chewed on the proposal for a moment, "When is the party?"

"Next weekend." Jess swallowed slowly.

John nodded, "You may go. How formal is it?"

Jessica shrugged, "Well, I'm assuming quite. They are reasonably rich and the house and estate is spectacular. I would recommend that you, Dean, bring your footman."

"Would it be too much of a bother for you. Zachariah?" The oldest Winchester asked the butler who politely stood next to the archway.

The grey haired man shook his head, "No, no, wouldn't be a bother at all."

"Splendid," Jessica smiled at everyone in the room. After dinner was over, and they talked over liquor, Dean bid goodnight and left to his room. Once there he was greeted by Castiel. The black haired man pressed Dean up against the wall in his room and kissed him over and over again.

"What is this nonsense bout a party?" He breathed into Dean's neck.

"I'm taking you with me." Dean's fingers intertwined with the footman's dark hair.

Castiel shook his head, "But we won't have enough time together. I'll be stuck with the rest of the staff while you flirt with the young women. He looked into the green eyes of the other man with a sadness in his of longing.

"Cas," Dean stroked his cheek gently. "I wish you could be with me all of the time. But, it just doesn't work that way." Castiel sighed and pressed into Dean hand softly. "Someday I'll buy a house, just for the two of us. And you can fuck me anywhere and I can fuck you anywhere. We can kiss anywhere, we can do anything. There will be a garden and I can tend it and you can help and look pretty."

Castiel smiled, "That would be lovely." Dean felt his lips curl warmly at the sight of the footman's cheek flushing a soft pink. "That would be lovely," he said again as he leaned in to press his lips against Dean's lightly.