Gabriel, Balthazar, and Sam got along really well. Gabe said that he had Sam in some of his classes and thought he seemed nice. All five of them (Cas, Gabe, Balth, Sam, and Dean) were sitting and watching tv when Bobby came in clad in a blue mechanic jumper covered in grease. He asked for Dean and Castiel.
The two teens followed Bobby outside. He wiped his hands on a not so clean rag and shoved it back into his pocket. "So, Castiel, right?" The boy nodded his head shyly. He wasn't always comfortable meeting new people, especially if they were older then him. "Listen, you can stay here as long as you need. I understand your situation and I want you to be safe and well, but I just want to know what your going to do." Castiel furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"What are you going to do about your brother? I'm not your legal guardian, son. I can't keep you here for long, plus don't you want your brother to rot in jail after all he's done?" That was a hard question to answer, yes, he hurt me and my brothers. Then on the other side, no, I'd have to testify, it would be a big thing and it would end with us all separated.
"I turn eighteen in a few months, why can't I just wait to do something till then?" Bobby looked confused, and Castiel couldn't see Deans face, but he was sure it would resemble something similar to the older mans expression.
"What'll you do till then?"
There was a moment of pause. Castiel didn't know the answer. Get emancipated? Stay here? Move to another state where no one knows my name and I can raise Gabe and Balthazar in secret till I'm old enough to raise them publicly? There were too many options, too many choices that could go wrong.
"I don't know." Was all Castiel could say. Bobby sighed and nodded his head.
"Well I'll let you think about it. I know it's a load of bull, and I know choices like the ones you have to make are difficult, but just try to come up with something." Castiel nodded and decided that Bobby was a good man. He readjusted his hat and told the two boys he'd be inside if they needed him.
They watched as the grease covered man made his way inside, and once he was through the door Dean spoke up.
"You don't know what your going to do?" Castiel looked over and shook his head. "Really? I thought you were like super smart and planned everything ahead of schedule." Castiel was surprised that's how Dean viewed him.
"Nope."
"What about Michael, you just want him to go free?"
"I don't want my brothers to suffer because of him anymore." Deans eyes strayed on Castiel.
"Who says they will?"
"They'll put us all in foster homes, all of us will be separated and we'll have to go trough a trail and countless other things to put Mike away." Castiel told Dean. "It just isn't worth it." Dean sighed and shook his head.
"You don't know that you're going to be separat-"
"Because everyone's going to be so willing to take in three teenagers." Castiel retorted sarcastically. Dean made a low groaning noise that showed he was annoyed. Castiel was a bit taken aback by it. If he wasn't focused on this conversation his thoughts my have drifted elsewhere.
"What if you stay here, huh? Have Bobby sign something that says he can keep the three of you here till you turn eighteen." Castiel rolled his eyes.
"I highly doubt he'd be okay with that."
"It would be fine, we'll just ask him, and you can still go to school, and your brothers won't have to move again. It's a great idea."
"Why would your uncle say yes?" Castiel asked sharply. He didn't want to get his hopes up. He didn't want to think he could live somewhere safe again. He didn't want to think that Dean might actually want him to stay...because that would be insane.
"Well he took me and Sam in," Dean had this weird look of vulnerability spread across his face. Castiel didn't like it. He wanted to ask more about what happened with his parents and why Bobby had to take them in, but he didn't pry into the subject.
"That doesn't mean he'd take us in too." Castiel said in a softer voice.
"Just- please, think about it. Your brothers and Sam get along, and you..." Dean trailed off as his eyes met Castiel's. Castiel sighed.
"I'm your tutor?"
Dean didn't tell him that that's what he meant. He just stared for a moment and looked down to regain a bit of composer.
"Stay." The voice made Castiel's heart stop for a second. "Please?" Dean looked back up. He took a step closer. "Your not just my tutor, okay, you're my friend, and I don't want you to be anywhere where Michael can hurt you again. You or your brothers. You deserve more than hiding out in a shitty motel. You deserve so much more than what Michael gave you, Cas. Just-" he took a deep breath, "just stay."
Castiel looked at him. Do I deserve more than that? They do, Gabriel and Balthazar, sure, but me...
"Okay." Dean broke out into a smile. "But your uncle still needs to say it's allowed." He didn't want to push whatever welcome he had.
"He will." Dean returned, nodding and smiling, and looking genuinely happy Castiel had said yes. "Trust me, he will."
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Tutoring (Destiel)
أدب الهواة"So, I know Mr. Shurley said this was for English," Dean spoke, making Castiel's stomach flutter. How could a voice do that? He thought. "But I was going to ask you to- uh-" he rummaged in his backpack and took out a crumbled piece of paper. "Do you...
