Gaurdian Angel

Chapter Twelve

Castiel's POV

Charlie and I seem to be getting along good, but I'll admit that when I first saw her with Dean, I was scared. I was afraid that he had realized what a mistake it had been to choose me. I was afraid that he'd moved on to a pretty girl who wouldn't get him teased.and laughed at. But as soon as he started talking about Charlie's girlfriend, I was instantly much more calm. I had been using thoughts of Dean to calm myself when I became angry, and it seemed to be working decently. I hadn't had any angry outbursts, and Miss Casi had forgiven my missing our meeting when I apologized. That was about a week or two ago. I offered to meet and talk during lunch tomorrow, and she accepted. I needed someone to talk to. And she knew. She was the only one who did. Maybe one day I would tell Dean. Maybe not. He'd probably tell me it was my fault or something.. That's what my adoptive parents told me. That's what the first therapist told me. The three after him all tried to convince me that it wasn't my fault, but I couldn't make myself believe them.. I was shaking in anger and fear, just slightly, as my mind rolled through the memories. I was staring out the window of Dean's Impala, him singing along with the AC/DC CD he had playing, but in my mind I was back only a year and a half ago. My hands clenched into fists in my lap in an attempt to keep them from shaking worse. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, forcing myself back to reality. I forced myself to calm down, my breathing ragged. I focused on the sound of Dean's singing voice, listening to it and letting it fill my mind until it was my only thought. He was singing along to 'Highway To Hell' and tapping out the drumbeat on the steering wheel as he drove. I focused solely on his voice and the music, and soon I was calm. When 'Highway To Hell' was over, the song switched to 'Love Song' also by AC/DC. Dean slid his hand over to mine, pulling it with his to rest on the shift. He intertwined his fingers with mine, smiling as he sang along to the music. The song was over not long after, and soon Dean's house came into view. The three of us got out of the car and started toward the door, Dean grabbing my hand as soon as he could reach it. Sam trailed behind us, the definition of third wheel. Dean swung our arms back and forth gently, smiling at me. I smiled back at him and his eyes sparkled. He opened the door for me and closed it after Sam walked through. We went into the kitchen, and Sam announced that he would be cooking today. Dean nodded. "Okay Sammy, just don't burn the food." Dean and I sat down at the kitchen table to talk while we awaited the grilled cheese and soup combo that Sam had started to make. The food was almost ready when the sound of a roaring engine came from outside the door. Dean released my hand, eyes wide with surprise. As soon as he heard the engine, he grew tense. His posture straightened to perfection, his Head tilted slightly as if to hear something better. He glanced at Sam and immediately forced his face into a calm look. "Sammy, is that Dad's car?" Sam nodded, face grim. Seconds later, the door burst open. "Sam? Dean?" Called out the strange man who stepped into the house. Dean stood and walked into the living room, Sam following. I walked to the door frame between the living room and the kitchen, just standing there. I watched as Dean was caught up in a headlock by his father, who messed up his perfectly gelled hair, reducing it to it's just-woken-up state. I smiled, watching as he let go of Dean and grabbed hold of Sam, ruffling the boy's long hair into tangles. He laughed and pushed his dad off him, running his fingers through his hair in a failed attempt to restore some semblance of order. Dean tried to push his hair back up, but it hung limply in his face now. He gave up, standing up straight once again. "What happened while I was gone?" Their dad asked, demeanor changing to the more business-oriented type. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. Dean coughed gently. "Cas? Can you come in here please?" I walked over to him and stood beside him. John looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" I cleared my throat nervously. "My name is Castiel Novak, it's nice to meet you sir." Dean reached gingerly for my hand, lacing our fingers together. "Cas is my boyfriend." Dean said, voice slightly shaky. John looked back and forth between us. He stepped forward and extended a hand to me. "It's nice to meet you Castiel." He said gruffly, shaking my hand. His grip was tight, but not threatening. Sam stepped forward once John released my hand. "Dad, um.. He's not here right now, but if you're here tomorrow, do you want to meet my boyfriend as well? His name's Gabriel." John raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'd like that." He paused, then smiled. "You know, I kind of expected this from Sam, but not you Dean, you seemed more the... Straight type..." Dean chuckled. "I've had crushes on a few guys, but not many. Then I literally ran into this guy in the hallway about two and a half weeks ago. We became friends, and yesterday I asked him to be my boyfriend." Dean's father smiled. "Welcome Castiel."