•Next Day•
The next day at 12 Cas and Dean got in the Impala and drove to the coffee shop on third, Dean hid where he could see them but they couldn't see him, Cas walked over to Max, Max stood and went to give him a hug but Cas just sat down.
"Okay" Max said, sighing and sat down, pulling his chair closer to the table, he handed Cas a cup of coffee Cas took the coffee and took a small sip, it tasted good, he put the cup down again.
"You wanted to talk" Cas said, playing with the sleeves of his sweater, Max nodded.
"I want you back Cas" he said, Cas looked up wide eyed.
"Y-you can't have me back Max" he said urgently.
"Why not?!" Max growled, Cas swallowed thickly.
"I'm with Dean now, he's the father" Cas said, putting his hand on his stomach and rubbing it gently, Max glared.
"You couldn't have me back even if I wasn't with Dean" Cas said, Max glared harder.
"Why the fuck not?" He growled.
"You beat me Max" Cas said, tears threatening to spill.
"You're over exaggerating!" Max said, Cas jumped a little.
"I was bruised everywhere!" Cas said, Max stood up.
"You're a bitch! You're weak and pathetic and I don't see how Dean cold live you! He's probably only doing this for the baby!" Max said and stormed off, Cas stared shocked at where Max had previously been standing, Dean ran over quickly and gathered Cas in his arms and held him, Cas cried into his shoulder.
"Why would he say that?" Cas sobbed, Dean stroked his back.
"He's an ass baby" Dean said, Cas nodded in agreement.
"Can we go home?" Cas asked, Dean nodded and they walked to the Impala and drove to the Novak house, they walk in and lay in Cas' bed after Cas puts on his pyjamas, Cas curls into Dean and slowly drifts off into darkness, Dean holds him close.
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Teenage Dream
РазноеCas was always different, he was always shaped different from the other boys, his figure was slim and curvy, like a girls figure which meant mainly only girls' clothes fit him, not that he's complaining, he loves wearing girl clothes, they make him...
