A Good Type of Mistake

Chapter 9

Dean Winchester POV

It was Monday. The weekend was over and Castiel's "Pimpmobile" was finally fixed. Dean had finished working on it Saturday afternoon. The car ran smoothly and didn't stall anymore. Even though Dean was proud of his work, he was rather disappointed that he wouldn't be driving Castiel to school anymore or hanging out with him as much. He had enjoyed his time with the other boy and, as much as Castiel pretended, it was obvious that he had no regrets about asking Dean to fix his car for him.

Castiel had been acting strange lately though, always jumpy when Dean was around and would ask him at least twice a day if he had come outside on Friday to check on him. Dean had no idea why it was so important to Castiel; The guy was fast asleep when he had come inside, why would he be worried about something like that?

The school day had passed unusually fast. They had gotten their test results back in Physics. Dean had gotten a 97% and had been very surprised due to his lack of studying. Physics wasn't exactly the easiest subject. Castiel had received a 100% and had shamelessly boasted to Dean, pleased to have gotten a higher grade, no matter how many times all their teachers had told them it wasn't a competition.

During lunch today, Dean had looked for Castiel. He had never noticed if they shared a lunch period, being that lunch was an elective, and was curious. Fortunately, Castiel did have a lunch and the two boys sat together outside, munching on sandwiches and talking about movies and music and whatever else came to mind.

The moment that stood out most to Dean was discovering Castiel's obsession for the Lord of the Rings movies. The guy could quote it and recite whole scenes. Dean had excitedly joined in and they ended up in a heated debate, discussing characters and plot for almost the rest of the lunch period. While Dean gave off an air of bad-boy mechanic who enthusiastically watched football matches in his spare time, he was, as Sam put it, 'a closet nerd'. He was a big fan of tv shoes like Game of Thrones and had even watch some pretty strange movies with Sammy.

Dean pulled out of his daydream to focus on driving home. Sam was in the front seat, complaining about the music but not daring to touch it.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean would remind the towering sophomore every time they were in the car. So as much as Sammy complained, he would have to suffer through Metallica.

When Dean turned on to their street, he was surprised to see a car parked outside their house. It was large, intimidating and black, like one of those cars you saw in a cheesy FBI flick.

Dean pulled into the driveway and a man in a suit got out of the car. He looked at Dean sharply and Dean could tell he was silently judged him.

"Are you Mr. John Winchester?" the man asked.

"No, that's my father. He's away on business, may I take a message for him?" Dean said carefully.

"I'm afraid you boys need to vacate this house. The rent on this establishment hasn't been paid for nearly seven months and the government cannot allow you to carry on living here if there is no payment."

Dean was shocked. Could the guy do this? Probably, but Dean had never been taught anything about this. All he could manage was a confused, "What?".

"I'm sorry." The man stated, not sounding sorry at all. "Do you have any relatives you could stay with?"

"I...... I......" Dean could think, couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, he does." A voice called from what seemed like a million miles away to Dean. He was shocked beyond complete comprehension and could barely hear himself think.