Luke

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Castiel came over the next day with Luke. Luke was about sixteen, pale and gangly, with black hair and green eyes. His black hair was dyed neon yellow at the ends, and he wore a ribbed black muscle shirt and some yellow jeans, along with a crossed leather jean adornment and black boots.
"Hey Luke. I'm Dean, I'm gonna be watching you for a few days. Angel, you ready?"
Angel stepped into the doorway. "Yeah, dad. Tell me again why this is happening?"
"Cas is going to help you with your little black hole power."
"Right. See you in a few weeks, dad."
"Bye Angel. Call every night and don't lose the knife, kay?"
"Alright dad."
Angel and Cas left, leaving Dean with Luke.
"So you're Dean. Cas always talks about you."
Dean nodded.
"And that's your offspring? Jeez, is she always that much of a stubborn *ssbutt?"
Dean almost smiled when he heard Cas' little word, but kept his face stern. "Yes, she is. Runs in the family. Sam! Come in here and meet Luke."
Sam and Abi walked in. "Luke, huh?" Same shot Dean a significant glance. Dean returned it with a nod. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sam, this is my wife Abi." Luke nodded. "Cas talked about you too, Sam. I only remember him mentioning an Abi as a girlfriend though. Nice work there." Sam made the b****face. "Thanks kid." He and Abi walked back into the kitchen. Dean turned back to Luke. "Uhm, Luke, I maybe have to talk to you. See, after this is over, you're going to be staying with us. And that would be because...you're a Winchester like us. You're..."
Luke looked at him with a gaze of both curiosity and disdain.

"Luke, you're my son."

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