The Boys are Back in Town

Grief

A knock sounded on the front door. After a few crashes and thuds, a sleepy Dean made his way down the stairs. He opened the door, a somber looking Bobby and Ellen stood there. Ellen sniffled softly and Bobby wouldn't look directly at the boy.

"Get your brothers... and maybe the Novak's y'all like."

"Why?" Dean asked looking up at his father figure.

"Just do it, Dean." He snapped. Dean slowly nodded, going upstairs to wake his brothers.
          Not long later, the Novak's arrived. The eight boys settled on the couch, Mike in Luci's lap, Gabriel in Sam's, Cas in Deans, and Samandriel was simply curled up against Adam's side. Bobby cleared his throat and they all looked at him.

       "Boys," he began, hesitating for a second, Ellen wrapped her arm around him in comfort and he continued, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news.... But, um." He sighed heavily.

"It's about John." Ellen supplied. All the boys tensed as soon as John was mentioned.

"He was out, doing God knows what, and he was attacked by a man. They fought and apparently a gun went off or something because.... well." He sighed a bit. "John. Your father. He's dead." Bobby stared at his feet for a second before looking up.

"No," Dean mumbled numbly. "No." He carefully stood up before storming out of the house, leaving his other brothers to mourn. He walked for over three hours, all the while keeping a straight face. He finally ended up at a cliff type area. He collapsed to his knees but still, would not allow a single tear to slip. He knew his father was in no way a good man. He did things that he wasn't proud of, and that could put them in danger. But he was still his father, the man he had grown up with. The man who kept going after his mother got killed when Dean was young, too young to remember what happened. He raised Michael, Dean, Sam and Adam. Adam better than the rest. He's helped them through tough times, saved their asses more than once. He was their father, someone Dean admired his entire life and now he was gone. A tear fell and then Dean broke. He punched a tree near him repeatedly until his knuckles were so bloody and swollen that the pain was too much for him to keep going. He leaned against the tree and sank down, pulling his knees to his chest. He broke down into sobs of anguish. Half an hour later he finally managed to compose himself a bit. He stood up, swaying on his feet and moved back to the edge of the cliff where he sat with his feet hanging off. He stared at the ground that was far below. A small voice in his head told him to jump, that since the man that raised him and he devoted himself to was gone it wasn't worth going on. But then a fiercer voice mentally slapped him, he had his brothers to live for. He had Cas to live for. He sighed and rested his head in his hands.
Hours later, Dean had curled up by a tree and fell asleep, too tired to make his way home. His knuckles were heavily bruised, still oozing a bit of blood, and defiantly splintered. Castiel finally tracked down Dean. He waited knowing that Dean would just want time alone. But when it became dark Cas couldn't control himself. He searched for Dean. Now he found the distraught teen. He was a mess, he gave pale from crying and eyes red and puffy even though they were closed. He hair was a mess, dirt sticking in his hair. His hands were a mess and the blood had gotten in his clothing. Castiel sighed, sitting down beside Dean. He texted the others to let them know he had found Dean, who was relatively okay. He gently put a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean jumped in fear but quickly relaxed as he realized it was Cas.

"I was so worried about you." Cas murmured. Dean looks guilty.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly as he looked away from Cas.

"Don't be," Cas said firmly, forcing Dean to sit up and look at him. "Don't be sorry Dean." Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. "Come on. We need to get you home, and cleaned up." Dean nodded numbly, slowly standing as Cas did. Cas called an Uber and luckily no questions were asked. But when Cas went to pay the driver simply shook his head.

"Not needed. Go get him cleaned up. He looks like he's been through hell."

"Thanks!" Cas smiled weakly before leading Dean inside. He pulled Dean upstairs and forced him to sit on the side of the tub where Cas could clean his hands off. He had to pick splinters out of his hands and ended up wrapping them just in case Dean broke anything. No words were exchanged, none was needed, as Cas finished up. They both headed to Deans room where he collapsed on the bed, snagging Cas' waist and pulling him down too.

"Night." He murmured, almost sounding broken.

"Good night Dean."