All the Little Pranks Chapter 11
Title:Painful Endings and Beautiful Beginnings
Rating:PG-13 (For this Chapter)
Word Count:WIP
Author: onespeciesshort
Chapter: 11/(14?)
Warnings: Excessive amounts of a mostly verbally abusive and homophobic family. Excessive angst.
Spoilers: None, AU
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear these characters are up to no good, but aren't mine.
Summary:Cas has a final confrontation with his parents. Dean ends up in the middle of it.... literally.
Author's Note: So I haven't had internet at my house recently and it was just fixed. Like hell am I going to post soon to be somewhat smutty fanfiction at school so I have a couple chapters to post in one day. This one is the last of the angsty section and maybe the worst, but the next one is all fluff so don't worry. Also.. I know I spelled Cristo wrong and it is technically supposed to be "Christo," but I like diverging a bit from Canon sometimes. This is also on FF.Net and AO3.
Dean felt the familiar sick feeling rise in his gut. What was with Cas’s asshole parents and birthday crashing? Cas stood up defiantly and Dean pulled him down, but it was too late. Cristo spotted them. Cas was shaking beside Dean and on impulse, Dean stroked his back reassuringly, loving the warmth that spread through his fingertips. Cas was too good for this, too beautiful, too fucking perfect to be treated like shit, but that didn’t seem to stop his father. Mary Smith ran after him.
“Go the fuck away!,” Dean shouted, gripping Cas. Cristo wrapped a hand around Dean’s hair and pulled enough to make Dean’s eyes water.
“Let go of my son.” He didn’t, but Mary Smith slapped hard at Dean’s hands. Dean released with a defiant howl and gasped as Cristo pulled him to the ground by his hair. He felt every fiber in him sink to a terrified and pained level as Cristo turned to a wide eyed and distressed Castiel.
Dean hollered in protest as the man grabbed Castiel by the ear.
“You are coming with me,” He growled. Cas struggled against his father’s grip.
“LET HIM GO YOU SICK FUCK!,” Dean screamed, standing up and lunging, but Cristo just swung around and hit Dean hard across the face. The sting was like nothing he had ever felt before and he tumbled to the ground. Cristo hauled a screaming Castiel down to the house lot, assisted by his wife. Dean was stunned for a moment before getting up and running after them.
Cristo picked Castiel up and ran with him. Cas was kicking and screaming and Dean lurched in pain at the sight. He didn’t even see his father come out of the house, but when he saw John approaching them and heard him yell,
“Put this boy down at once or we call the cops for abuse, and may I remind you that my Wife is a lawyer?”
Dean caught up with them. Cristo had released Cas but had a firm hand on Cas’s bony shoulder, a finger digging into the blade. John was surprisingly the one who grabbed Dean away from Castiel.
“Don’t get yourself hurt, son,” John mumbled in his ear. Dean never stopped making eye contact with Cas. The sight of tears welling in Cas’s eyes was the most unpleasant sight he had ever seen.
“This boy needs fixing. I am doing my job as a parent. He needs not to be an abomination.”
Cas shivered and cringed. Dean didn’t think he could get any angrier. He was wrong. To prove a point. Cristo leaned over and spat in Cas’s hair, earning a broken sob from Cas who just stood there with his head down like his whole world had crumpled into pieces.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Dean was screaming. He didn’t exactly hear what he was saying after that. He lunged for the man but John was holding him back. Anger poisoned his logic and he scrambled as hard as he could, screaming profanities at the monster until his face was blue. He made Mary Smith cry. Castiel had his head down, his father’s spit gleaming in his hair. He was finally able to calm down when Mary Winchester came out.
“Dean, Dean, It’s okay, Dean.”
Dean managed to calm before turning back. Gabe and Sam came rushing from where they were hanging out to see what was going on. Gabe looked like he was looking at his worst nightmare and Sam had a pitiful expression on his face. Dean barely noticed, though. He was too busy concentrating on Cas, illuminated by the headlights of the Smith’s car. Cristo looked infuriatingly unaffected by Dean’s outburst.
“We will be taking our son now. He is ours and he is legally obliged to come with us. We need to fix him,” he repeated. God fucking damnit. Cas didn’t need fixing. Cas was goddamn perfect in Dean’s eyes.
John, Mary (Winchester,of course), Dean, Sam, and Gabriel all opened their mouth to retaliate, but surprisingly enough Cas beat him to it.
“You can’t fix me, you sick fuck, because I’m not broken!”
heh. He was taking some lingo out of Dean’s book. Good boy.
“Watch your language, boy!” Mary Smith hollered.
“Shut the fuck up, Mom. Maybe to you, I’m damaged, but let’s just say you can’t fix me. I will not allow myself to be fixed.”
“Shut up, Castiel! You can not love a boy and that’s that! Boys don’t get married, they don’t have children, Boys don’t touch each other, Boys become abominations the minute they even kiss each other.”
Dean growled, but Cas beat him to the fight again.
“Oh, yeah?”
Dean barely had time to understand what was happening when Cas lunged forward, reached up and grabbed Dean’s face. He could faintly hear an appaled gasp but he was too focused on the sensation of Cas’s hands and his eyes and just Cas. Cas yanked Dean down and Dean felt like he had gone to heaven because Castiel’s lips pressed firmly against his. He let out a small gasp and could feel Cas tense, like Dean would push him away. Dean just did the opposite. He swung him around in his arms and dove at his mouth, clutching at his back, unable to not smile into the kiss.
It was like his whole nervous system had fucking hulked out. His emotional capacity had fucking blown. Every single part of him screamed in victory and in ecstasy and bliss and his whole mind just re-set to “Cas” and “Kiss” and “lips” and “tounge” and “holyshitwhatthefuckwasthathowdidheknowthat.”
When Cas scraped his tongue against the roof of Dean’s mouth, Dean couldn’t help a moan from escaping him, loving the way Cas was shivering around him, like he was so radiated with emotions and desire that he was shaking with it. He didn’t get any farther than that, because Cristo Smith let out a loud huff, bringing them both back to reality.
As far as first kisses go, that was one of epic proportions, their forms Illuminated by the light of the headlights and their smiles visible to a soon to be estranged father who they were defying. It was the kiss of fucking legend.
They broke apart, but no way Dean was letting go of Cas. He kept his hand firmly wrapped around Cas’s waist. He almost forgot everyone else was there. The expressions on their faces were simply comical. Cristo looked like he just watched someone get hit by a bus. Mary Smith looked like she was watching her church burn down. Mary Winchester had an open mouth with the kindest smile and the widest eyes Dean had ever seen on her, John had his arms crossed, staring at Cristo with an impossible amount of Sass. Dean could see where Sam got it from. Sam, on the other hand, was looking almost proud and Gabe was making obscene gestures with his fingers, but it didn’t quite mask the happiness he felt at seeing his brother be loved. Dean had kissed him with all he had. He kissed him with all the love he had for him. Cas kissed Dean back just as hard and Dean was left wondering the extent of Cas’s feelings for him. Both of their lips were spit slicked and swollen.
“I guess there is no way to fix you.” Cristo mumbled. “I have no room in my life for disgusting creatures like you. I never want you to step in our front door again.” Cas stared up at him and nodded. Only Dean could tell how much Cas was hurting and that was after years of love, no matter how much he repressed it.
“Trust me,” Cas murmured, “I don’t want to see you again, either.”
Cristo looked on the verge of smacking Cas, but with all eyes on him, he dropped it and stormed off into the car, his wife trailing behind him like a dog. He tore out of the driveway, slamming into the WInchester’s mail box and peeling out into the street. Dean was stroking Cas’s back lightly, allowing Cas to hug into him completely. It was silent for a few moments before Mary spoke.
“Guys, let’s sit down. I believe we have a lot to discuss.”
Dean knew he wasn’t any trouble, but Cas’s eyes widened in fear as they went inside the house.
“It’s okay,” Dean reassured. “I know my parents. We aren’t in any trouble.” Dean broke into a small smile as the muscles in Cas’s back relaxed under Dean’s reassuring words and hand.
Mary lead them to the dining room table. Its clear modern glass and white chairs had reflections from the moonlight outside. They turned on the lights and Gabe moaned in protest, reminding Dean that Gabe and Sam were still there. Cas lowered his head and Dean, very gently, grabbed a napkin from the table and dabbed the spit out of Cas’s hair, holding his hand as he did so. Sam sat down next to him and Gabe to Cas. John and Mary sat across from them. It was dangerously quiet.
“Castiel, we are guaranteeing you a spot living the Winchester lifestyle next year. Gabe same goes for you.”
Both Cas and Gabe let out a sigh of relief.
“Dean and Cas, we are proud of you both and we give you our full support.”
Dean squeezed Cas’s hand from under the table it was not like nobody could see it. The fucking table was clear.
“One thing we do have to worry about is the age difference, but as long as you keep your noses as clean as possible, we shouldn’t have to worry. We just want you guys happy. We are all relieved that your tension stage is over. Anything to add, John?”
“Cas, what you did out there was very brave of you, but I do have to ask if this has been going on for a while and you guys have just kept this a secret, cus personally, I’m offended if you thought we would be anything but happy.I mean, that uhh.. kiss seemed like you really knew each other.” He awkwardly scratched at his head.
“That was our first kiss,” Dean told him, smiling slightly at the thought. Cas scooted closer to him.
“Okay. Then that’s it. Go to bed.”
Dean blushed, but he had to ask. Cas didn’t seem like he was in much of a mood to talk.
“I want Cas with me tonight.” He flinched at his parents suspicious glances. “It’s not like we’re going to do anythin’! It’s been a big night for us both! I just wanna- uh.. you know…. take care of him.”
Mary smiled and gave Dean a kiss on his cheek, which was red from an embarrassed blush.
“of course, hon.”
Dean grabbed Cas at the picnic table, took his hand, and lead him to his tent.
“I understand if you don’t want to now, angel, but we have a lot to talk about.”
Cas looked up at him.
“Where do you want to start?” He asked sweetly.His eyes bore into Dean’s own.
“First, let’s get you in bed and cozy. I realize the blow up mattress isn’t much.”
“It’s fine, Dean. More than fine.”
Cas cuddled in under the covers and buried himself like a little kitten. Dean wanted to take a picture of how perfect he looked. Instead, he joined him under the covers, cherishing the warmth Cas radiated like a fucking beacon. Dean turned over to face him, smiling at the sight of his face on Dean’s pillow.
“Do-do you actually like me that way?” Cas asked hesitantly. Dean chuckled. That was a stupid question.
Dean gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
“More than you know.” He replied. Cas let out a shuddering breath. “Cas, how are you feeling? This has been a pretty rough day.”
“I am greatly saddened to be parted with my family, but I found out that you didn’t mind me kissing you. I don’t know, Dean. It is honestly there and it hurts but I can handle it.”
“Good, Cas. Now get some sleep.”
All Dean needed to know is if Cas was in unbearable pain. He seemed to be coping well for the circumstances.
Dean smiled as Cas nodded and attached himself on to Dean, nuzzling his head in the crook of Dean’s neck. Dean scooted him closer by putting his arm around his back and pulling.
My Cas, he thought protectively.
“Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“May I kiss you just once?”
Dean smiled, leaning down to kiss Castiel, feeling the world stop around him at the press of Cas’s lips. Cas didn’t go any further and broke apart after the best five seconds of Dean’s life, over orgasm, over Graduating high school, over anything, and settled in Dean’s arms. If only Cas knew what an impact he had on Dean, then maybe he could begin to understand how much Dean loved him. He smiled as he heard small snoring sound that told him Cas was asleep. He rested his chin over the top of Cas’s head, rubbing circles into his back. Tomorrow would be a new day, and while Dean knew that there was a lot of pain that night, there was also a lot of closure. The closure they needed to have new beginnings.
Chapter 12 this way
Rating:PG-13 (For this Chapter)
Word Count:WIP
Author: onespeciesshort
Chapter: 11/(14?)
Warnings: Excessive amounts of a mostly verbally abusive and homophobic family. Excessive angst.
Spoilers: None, AU
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear these characters are up to no good, but aren't mine.
Summary:Cas has a final confrontation with his parents. Dean ends up in the middle of it.... literally.
Author's Note: So I haven't had internet at my house recently and it was just fixed. Like hell am I going to post soon to be somewhat smutty fanfiction at school so I have a couple chapters to post in one day. This one is the last of the angsty section and maybe the worst, but the next one is all fluff so don't worry. Also.. I know I spelled Cristo wrong and it is technically supposed to be "Christo," but I like diverging a bit from Canon sometimes. This is also on FF.Net and AO3.
Dean felt the familiar sick feeling rise in his gut. What was with Cas’s asshole parents and birthday crashing? Cas stood up defiantly and Dean pulled him down, but it was too late. Cristo spotted them. Cas was shaking beside Dean and on impulse, Dean stroked his back reassuringly, loving the warmth that spread through his fingertips. Cas was too good for this, too beautiful, too fucking perfect to be treated like shit, but that didn’t seem to stop his father. Mary Smith ran after him.
“Go the fuck away!,” Dean shouted, gripping Cas. Cristo wrapped a hand around Dean’s hair and pulled enough to make Dean’s eyes water.
“Let go of my son.” He didn’t, but Mary Smith slapped hard at Dean’s hands. Dean released with a defiant howl and gasped as Cristo pulled him to the ground by his hair. He felt every fiber in him sink to a terrified and pained level as Cristo turned to a wide eyed and distressed Castiel.
Dean hollered in protest as the man grabbed Castiel by the ear.
“You are coming with me,” He growled. Cas struggled against his father’s grip.
“LET HIM GO YOU SICK FUCK!,” Dean screamed, standing up and lunging, but Cristo just swung around and hit Dean hard across the face. The sting was like nothing he had ever felt before and he tumbled to the ground. Cristo hauled a screaming Castiel down to the house lot, assisted by his wife. Dean was stunned for a moment before getting up and running after them.
Cristo picked Castiel up and ran with him. Cas was kicking and screaming and Dean lurched in pain at the sight. He didn’t even see his father come out of the house, but when he saw John approaching them and heard him yell,
“Put this boy down at once or we call the cops for abuse, and may I remind you that my Wife is a lawyer?”
Dean caught up with them. Cristo had released Cas but had a firm hand on Cas’s bony shoulder, a finger digging into the blade. John was surprisingly the one who grabbed Dean away from Castiel.
“Don’t get yourself hurt, son,” John mumbled in his ear. Dean never stopped making eye contact with Cas. The sight of tears welling in Cas’s eyes was the most unpleasant sight he had ever seen.
“This boy needs fixing. I am doing my job as a parent. He needs not to be an abomination.”
Cas shivered and cringed. Dean didn’t think he could get any angrier. He was wrong. To prove a point. Cristo leaned over and spat in Cas’s hair, earning a broken sob from Cas who just stood there with his head down like his whole world had crumpled into pieces.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Dean was screaming. He didn’t exactly hear what he was saying after that. He lunged for the man but John was holding him back. Anger poisoned his logic and he scrambled as hard as he could, screaming profanities at the monster until his face was blue. He made Mary Smith cry. Castiel had his head down, his father’s spit gleaming in his hair. He was finally able to calm down when Mary Winchester came out.
“Dean, Dean, It’s okay, Dean.”
Dean managed to calm before turning back. Gabe and Sam came rushing from where they were hanging out to see what was going on. Gabe looked like he was looking at his worst nightmare and Sam had a pitiful expression on his face. Dean barely noticed, though. He was too busy concentrating on Cas, illuminated by the headlights of the Smith’s car. Cristo looked infuriatingly unaffected by Dean’s outburst.
“We will be taking our son now. He is ours and he is legally obliged to come with us. We need to fix him,” he repeated. God fucking damnit. Cas didn’t need fixing. Cas was goddamn perfect in Dean’s eyes.
John, Mary (Winchester,of course), Dean, Sam, and Gabriel all opened their mouth to retaliate, but surprisingly enough Cas beat him to it.
“You can’t fix me, you sick fuck, because I’m not broken!”
heh. He was taking some lingo out of Dean’s book. Good boy.
“Watch your language, boy!” Mary Smith hollered.
“Shut the fuck up, Mom. Maybe to you, I’m damaged, but let’s just say you can’t fix me. I will not allow myself to be fixed.”
“Shut up, Castiel! You can not love a boy and that’s that! Boys don’t get married, they don’t have children, Boys don’t touch each other, Boys become abominations the minute they even kiss each other.”
Dean growled, but Cas beat him to the fight again.
“Oh, yeah?”
Dean barely had time to understand what was happening when Cas lunged forward, reached up and grabbed Dean’s face. He could faintly hear an appaled gasp but he was too focused on the sensation of Cas’s hands and his eyes and just Cas. Cas yanked Dean down and Dean felt like he had gone to heaven because Castiel’s lips pressed firmly against his. He let out a small gasp and could feel Cas tense, like Dean would push him away. Dean just did the opposite. He swung him around in his arms and dove at his mouth, clutching at his back, unable to not smile into the kiss.
It was like his whole nervous system had fucking hulked out. His emotional capacity had fucking blown. Every single part of him screamed in victory and in ecstasy and bliss and his whole mind just re-set to “Cas” and “Kiss” and “lips” and “tounge” and “holyshitwhatthefuckwasthathowdidheknowthat.”
When Cas scraped his tongue against the roof of Dean’s mouth, Dean couldn’t help a moan from escaping him, loving the way Cas was shivering around him, like he was so radiated with emotions and desire that he was shaking with it. He didn’t get any farther than that, because Cristo Smith let out a loud huff, bringing them both back to reality.
As far as first kisses go, that was one of epic proportions, their forms Illuminated by the light of the headlights and their smiles visible to a soon to be estranged father who they were defying. It was the kiss of fucking legend.
They broke apart, but no way Dean was letting go of Cas. He kept his hand firmly wrapped around Cas’s waist. He almost forgot everyone else was there. The expressions on their faces were simply comical. Cristo looked like he just watched someone get hit by a bus. Mary Smith looked like she was watching her church burn down. Mary Winchester had an open mouth with the kindest smile and the widest eyes Dean had ever seen on her, John had his arms crossed, staring at Cristo with an impossible amount of Sass. Dean could see where Sam got it from. Sam, on the other hand, was looking almost proud and Gabe was making obscene gestures with his fingers, but it didn’t quite mask the happiness he felt at seeing his brother be loved. Dean had kissed him with all he had. He kissed him with all the love he had for him. Cas kissed Dean back just as hard and Dean was left wondering the extent of Cas’s feelings for him. Both of their lips were spit slicked and swollen.
“I guess there is no way to fix you.” Cristo mumbled. “I have no room in my life for disgusting creatures like you. I never want you to step in our front door again.” Cas stared up at him and nodded. Only Dean could tell how much Cas was hurting and that was after years of love, no matter how much he repressed it.
“Trust me,” Cas murmured, “I don’t want to see you again, either.”
Cristo looked on the verge of smacking Cas, but with all eyes on him, he dropped it and stormed off into the car, his wife trailing behind him like a dog. He tore out of the driveway, slamming into the WInchester’s mail box and peeling out into the street. Dean was stroking Cas’s back lightly, allowing Cas to hug into him completely. It was silent for a few moments before Mary spoke.
“Guys, let’s sit down. I believe we have a lot to discuss.”
Dean knew he wasn’t any trouble, but Cas’s eyes widened in fear as they went inside the house.
“It’s okay,” Dean reassured. “I know my parents. We aren’t in any trouble.” Dean broke into a small smile as the muscles in Cas’s back relaxed under Dean’s reassuring words and hand.
Mary lead them to the dining room table. Its clear modern glass and white chairs had reflections from the moonlight outside. They turned on the lights and Gabe moaned in protest, reminding Dean that Gabe and Sam were still there. Cas lowered his head and Dean, very gently, grabbed a napkin from the table and dabbed the spit out of Cas’s hair, holding his hand as he did so. Sam sat down next to him and Gabe to Cas. John and Mary sat across from them. It was dangerously quiet.
“Castiel, we are guaranteeing you a spot living the Winchester lifestyle next year. Gabe same goes for you.”
Both Cas and Gabe let out a sigh of relief.
“Dean and Cas, we are proud of you both and we give you our full support.”
Dean squeezed Cas’s hand from under the table it was not like nobody could see it. The fucking table was clear.
“One thing we do have to worry about is the age difference, but as long as you keep your noses as clean as possible, we shouldn’t have to worry. We just want you guys happy. We are all relieved that your tension stage is over. Anything to add, John?”
“Cas, what you did out there was very brave of you, but I do have to ask if this has been going on for a while and you guys have just kept this a secret, cus personally, I’m offended if you thought we would be anything but happy.I mean, that uhh.. kiss seemed like you really knew each other.” He awkwardly scratched at his head.
“That was our first kiss,” Dean told him, smiling slightly at the thought. Cas scooted closer to him.
“Okay. Then that’s it. Go to bed.”
Dean blushed, but he had to ask. Cas didn’t seem like he was in much of a mood to talk.
“I want Cas with me tonight.” He flinched at his parents suspicious glances. “It’s not like we’re going to do anythin’! It’s been a big night for us both! I just wanna- uh.. you know…. take care of him.”
Mary smiled and gave Dean a kiss on his cheek, which was red from an embarrassed blush.
“of course, hon.”
Dean grabbed Cas at the picnic table, took his hand, and lead him to his tent.
“I understand if you don’t want to now, angel, but we have a lot to talk about.”
Cas looked up at him.
“Where do you want to start?” He asked sweetly.His eyes bore into Dean’s own.
“First, let’s get you in bed and cozy. I realize the blow up mattress isn’t much.”
“It’s fine, Dean. More than fine.”
Cas cuddled in under the covers and buried himself like a little kitten. Dean wanted to take a picture of how perfect he looked. Instead, he joined him under the covers, cherishing the warmth Cas radiated like a fucking beacon. Dean turned over to face him, smiling at the sight of his face on Dean’s pillow.
“Do-do you actually like me that way?” Cas asked hesitantly. Dean chuckled. That was a stupid question.
Dean gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
“More than you know.” He replied. Cas let out a shuddering breath. “Cas, how are you feeling? This has been a pretty rough day.”
“I am greatly saddened to be parted with my family, but I found out that you didn’t mind me kissing you. I don’t know, Dean. It is honestly there and it hurts but I can handle it.”
“Good, Cas. Now get some sleep.”
All Dean needed to know is if Cas was in unbearable pain. He seemed to be coping well for the circumstances.
Dean smiled as Cas nodded and attached himself on to Dean, nuzzling his head in the crook of Dean’s neck. Dean scooted him closer by putting his arm around his back and pulling.
My Cas, he thought protectively.
“Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“May I kiss you just once?”
Dean smiled, leaning down to kiss Castiel, feeling the world stop around him at the press of Cas’s lips. Cas didn’t go any further and broke apart after the best five seconds of Dean’s life, over orgasm, over Graduating high school, over anything, and settled in Dean’s arms. If only Cas knew what an impact he had on Dean, then maybe he could begin to understand how much Dean loved him. He smiled as he heard small snoring sound that told him Cas was asleep. He rested his chin over the top of Cas’s head, rubbing circles into his back. Tomorrow would be a new day, and while Dean knew that there was a lot of pain that night, there was also a lot of closure. The closure they needed to have new beginnings.
Chapter 12 this way