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Sophomore Year

"Hey, listen to me. It's going to be fine. Your mom is wonderful. I know she'll understand." Cas grabbed Dean's hand.

"I know. It's just, I don't know about my dad. You know how he is."

"Tell your mom before John gets home. Then maybe she can help you out. Does Sammy know yet?"

"No. He'll be the first, though. He will be by my side no matter what." We walked into the house. "Sammy!" I called.

"What?" Sam came running into the living room.

"Sit down there's something Cas and I have to tell you."

"Is it that you're dating? Because I already knew that. It was kinda obvious." The older boys exchanged looks.

"Have you told Mom or Dad yet?" D asked. If they didn't hear it from him, they'd be pissed.

"No. Dad would be pissed if he didn't hear it from you."

"Sam, you shouldn't use that word," Cas said.

"Don't listen to him, he said the same thing to me in seventh grade." Cas elbowed Dean.

Mary got home an hour later. Cas was asleep on Dean's lap and Sam was playing video games. They didn't hear her come in, and she stood over them for a minute.

"I knew it!" She shouted. Cas jumped up and Sam turned the Xbox off.

"Knew what exactly?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"That you two were dating. I didn't want to ask, but I'm glad it finally happened. How long?" She was grinning.

"Five months. How did you know?"

"Dean, I'm a mother. I can tell these things."

"And you're not mad?"

"Honey, why would I be? I'm proud of you. It only took eleven years."

"Does John suspect anything?" Cas asked.

"Honey, don't look so terrified. John doesn't care. Just make sure you are the one to tell him you're dating his son."

John pulled into the driveway. Sam ran into the kitchen and got out his homework. "Mom! Pretend you're helping me with this. Dean and Cas, pretend to be asleep on the couch like you were when Mom got home." Cas and Dean laid back down on the couch and John walked through the door.

Mary pointed at the boys on the couch and he tiptoed around us. Then he threw a foam ball at Dean to wake them up.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked in a rough voice.

Cas sat straight up. "N-not long sir. Only five months." His face was pale.

"Only five months? You took that long to start dating?" He looked at Dean's mom and laughed.

Cas let out a sigh of relief and leaned over to Dean. "I thought he was going to kill me." He whispered. They laughed.

"He'd only do that if you hurt me, so don't hurt me." Cas punched Dean in the arm.

"Cas, honey, stay for dinner. We're having spaghetti."