Make the Most of It (Destiel AU)

Dad? I'm bisexual.

After dropping Cass off, Dean and Sam drove around aimlessly, window shopping at a couple stores, and trying to find another excuse to stay away from their house. When it was 8:00 and they had run out of excuses, they trudged back to the Impala, dreading the drunken rage that would surely befall them if they returned home. Slowly, they drove back, Sam still not talking and Dean too worried to talk. They arrived in front of the house, and Dean parked the car. Sam made a move to get out, but before he could, Dean stopped him. "Sammy... before you go, I just wanna know one thing,"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"Why was he yelling at me over not drawing the symbols correctly? I didn't draw them. That's your job."
Sam sighed. He knew Dean would want to know why he wouldn't take a yelling when it was his fault. "Dean, look, I'm really sorry... when I came home, he was full of beer and anger. He must have forgotten that it was me who was supposed to draw the symbols and i didn't have the guts to tell him otherwise."
"Sam, it's okay. I know how dad is when he's drunk, and I don't blame you... Just give me a heads up next time, 'Kay?"
"Okay, Dean." Sam mentally exhaled. His brother was nicer than Sam gave him credit for. He already knew Dean would do anything for him, and he was glad Dean understood. They headed inside, cautiously opening the door an inch at a time in case their dad was waiting behind it with a shotgun. But their dad was in the kitchen, with a red apron and oven mitts on. He was standing next to the stove, cooking spaghetti and meatballs. When he turned around and saw the boys, he cussed. "Dammit. I knew I should have started making dinner earlier."
"Dad, what's all... This?" Sam gestured to the plates set out on their cluttered kitchen table and the bowl of steaming hot spaghetti their dad was now adding sauce to.
"Cheese or tomato?" John asked his boys.
"Um, cheese thank you." Sam replied and Dean said the same.
Their dinner was ready in minutes, and they all sat down to have dinner together in the first family dinner with all of them there in months. The spaghetti was prepared to perfection, the meatballs cooked beautifully. Dean devoured his meal, knowing he wouldn't get another one like this for a couple of years.
When they were midway through their delicious meal, John looked down at his plate and cleared his throat.
"Boys, I'm sorry for this afternoon. I lost my temper and blamed you for things I should've done myself. I made this dinner to make it up to you. Ever since your mom died, I've been turning to the bottle more and more, and I'm sorry you have to put up with that."
The boys shared confused looks, then Dean said exactly what both of them were thinking. "Dad, we forgive you and no offense, but....... You've never really apologized like this in the past. Why start now?"
John didn't look at all offended by the question. "That changes, from now on. I'm turning over a new leaf, doing life the right way this time."
"So does that mean we won't go hunting anymore?"
"I still wanna save people, Dean. That's a job almost nobody else ever does. It's my duty to go hunting. But you boys, you aren't too far in yet. You still have time to be children. So enjoy yourselves. Go to sleepover and dances and diners if that's what makes you feel happy. I ain't judging."
Dean knew what his dad was implying, and realized that his dad had seen him and Cass when he had yelled at Dean earlier. "Dad..... Does that mean you would be okay with me being bisexual?" Dean asked tentatively.
"Of course, son. I saw the way you looked at that boy, like you wanted him to be yours. Keep him, Dean. He seems like a nice one."
Dean blushes. " Yeah, dad, he is. We're.... together now. I went to the dance with him. And speaking of the dance, Sam, why don't you tell dad who you went with." He didn't wanna make Sam come out, but now was a better time than when John was drunk and angry.
"Um, yeah, dad, about that.... I went to the dance with a boy named Gabe. I think I'm gay."
"My boys." John smiled. "I'm proud of you both. It doesn't matter who you love, I'll always be here for you."
"Wow... thanks, Dad. This really means a lot to me." Dean smiles, thinking about how he's gonna tell Cass. "May I be excused? I want to talk to Cass."
"Sure, Dean. I'll wash the dishes tonight." said John.
Dean went to his room, almost floating over the floor. He picked up his phone and dialed Cass's number, anxious to hear his voice again.
"Yeah?" A groggy voice answered. "I was taking a nap." Cass sounded grumpy. Then his mood and tone lightened as he checked the caller ID. "Oh, it's you. What's up, Dean?"
Dean chuckled. "Hello, sleepyhead. Guess what? My dad was fine with it! I told him I was bi and he said he loved me no matter what. He even made dinner for us to say that he was sorry for this afternoon."
Cass made a noise in between a joyful shriek and an excited sqeal, and Dean smiled at him through the phone. "That's great! I'm so glad he didn't punish you for being who you mare. We can finally be together!" Cass said happily. "I know!!!" Dean practically jumps with joy as he realizes they can finally have a real relationship, no secrets. Well, except for the fact that his dad was a hunter. He did feel really bad that the monster had gotten away. He wondered where it was, how many people it had killed already.
Cass voice sounded faraway, pulling Dean back to the present. "Dean..... Are you still there?"
Emotion flooded Dean's  voice. "Yeah. I'm just happy, Cass."
They talked for a half an hour more, but Deans mind never strayed from the monster. He had a bad feeling about it. After he had hung up, he stretched out on his bed. Someone knocked tentatively on his door. "Come in, Sam." Said Dean.
Sam stood in the doorway, then took a couple small steps into Dean's room and closed the door. "Dean... Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Sam, anything."
"Dad's been acting.... Weird lately. Like just now. Normally he would have whipped our asses for coming out but now.... He's just..... Accepting."
"Hey, I feel you, but let's not look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm just glad he didn't beat me up."
"Yeah, but.... He said he'd do the dishes. He hates doing the dishes! He would always make us do them."
"Sam, he said he was turning over a new leaf and I believe him. Go to bed." Dean said more
Sam looked hurt. He slowly turned and shuffled out of the room. Dean was about to call out, but decided against it. He tried to relax and soon, he feel asleep, dreaming of Cass and the monster, the trickster-siren torturing his boyfriend. It was a restless, uneasy sleep, but it was better than consciousness.