Even Bumblebees Sting|| A Destiel, sabriel, and michifer fanfic

Num Num Chats Suck

Shit. Is bout to go down.

$-$------------------------------------------(Deans Pov)

I open my front door wearily, drained from driving home from the hospital.

"Dean, the hell are you doing out this late boy?"

Shit.

"I was just going on a drive"

I see Johns figure appear in the doorway and start to panic.

He grabbed me by my collar and pushed me up against the wall.(sound familiar:>)

"Listen here bo-"

John loosened his grip and let me fall to the floor.

He grabbed at his hair, whispering words in another language that I couldn't understand.

"Dean go upstairs"

"Dad are y-"

"JUST GO UPSTAIRS...please"

He didn't have to say it again.

I slammed my room door realizing something.

I called him Dad.

And...that's the first time he's ever said please, the first time he's ever been so desperate, venerable.

Since mom died.

$-$------------------------------------------

(Castiels Pov)

Anna and I sat quietly at the dinner table, since Anna insisted on having a 'Num Num Chat'.

"So, Castiel, you and Dean are in a...relationship?"

I choke on my soup.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, and no Anna, Dean's my best friend" I scoff, Anna scowls.

"Don't get mad at me just cause you guys have MAJOR eye sex. And you seem more open and happy. Since you met Dean, this is the most you've talked to me in a while. I just had a lot of concern on how you were feeling. I know I was gone when everything with Noami happened and I shouldn't have been. And I just thought maybe he could be the one to-"

"To what? Fix me? Fix me after Naomi cut, raped, and beat me? After she died because of me? Or maybe it's my panic attacks. Or the way I cut myself. Or how I had to "grow up to fast." OR MAYBE IT WAS HOW MOM DISOWNED ME, AND HOW I SHUT EVERYONE OUT? AND NOW YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT HOW I'M FEELING? THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO EVER TALK TO ME ABOUT IT ARE GABE AND ROYAL. AND I HAVEN'T SEEN ROYAL IN PERSON FOR A YEAR BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID ANNA. SHE DOESN'T EVEN LIVE REMOTELY CLOSE. BUT SHE STILL TALKS TO ME. SO DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE YOU CARED ABOUT MY FEELINGS, BECAUSE NOW IT IS TOO LATE. I CRIED MY SELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT, TOO AFRAID TO TELL ANYONE ANYTHING. YOU WERE NEVER THERE. AND I COULDN'T TALK TO RAPHY, CAUSE HE WAS GONE TOO. BUT NOT LIKE YOU WERE. YOU HAD A CHOICE. YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO HELP. IT'S TOO LATE. AND WHEN I FINALLY GET SOMEONE WHO YOU THINK I 'LIKE' THEN WE TALK ABOUT FEELINGS? WELL SCREW YOU ANNA" I scream all my thoughts and emotions out till I can't breathe.