We're both freaks

Chapter 6

"You gonna tell me what happened?" I asked, collapsing into the chair.

"Dad and I got in a fight. Not one of our stupid everyday spats, like, a real fight."

"About what?"

"He doesn't want me to go to law school. I mean, it's still four years away and everything, but I mentioned that was what I was thinking about doing with my future. Apparently moving thousands of miles away and not taking an interest in the family business wasn't what he had in mind," he explained.

"I don't get it. You're the golden child. He always wanted everything in the world for you," I said in disbelief.

"No he didn't. He wanted me to want his life. He wanted me to go to college for business so I could take over the reigns of the company one day. When I told him I had no intention of going into business with him he just...lost it."

"Jesus Sammy-"

"He's never hit me before Dean," he said quietly.

"I know man. I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you."

"Oh shut up. You deserve to go to college and be happy Dean. You can't just stick around and protect my ass all the time."

"But I-"

"This is not your fault. Not even a little," he said sternly.

Cas entered the room then, carrying a plate with neatly stacked pb+j's and three cans of coke. The fact that he actually managed to balance everything was pretty impressive. He offered a plate to each of us and handed us both a can of coke.

"Thanks Cas," I said around a mouthful of my sandwich.

He gave me a small smile, sitting on the arm of my chair and nibbling his sandwich.

"So, where's Dad now?" I asked.

Sam shook his head.

"I don't know."

"What do you-"

"He left okay? He told me he was done with this shit, packed his car, and ditched me," he said, voice trembling.

I was out of my chair instantly, sitting next to him on the couch and wrapping a protective arm around his shaking shoulders. He sniffled slightly, trying to be brave and swallow the lump in his throat. It broke my heart to see him that way.

"Look Sammy, I'll come back and stay with you. We don't need Dad. We don't need anyone. Just you and me okay?" I said.

I regretted the words slightly when I caught the look on Cas's face. His eyes flashed with hurt for a moment, but he quickly recovered, taking a long sip of coke.

"No way Dean. You're not dropping out of school for me. I already called Bobby. He said I could live with him until we sort out the mess with Dad, or indefinitely if it came to that."

"Well, sounds like a plan then. Want me to drive you?"

"Yeah. I'll start packing. Is it okay if we leave tomorrow?" he asked, pushing himself up off the couch.

"Sure. No problem. Cas and I will crash here with you."

"Thanks. And thanks for being here Cas. It means a lot."

"You're welcome Sam," Cas said.

I didn't miss the way his smile seemed force. Or the way his shoulders sagged when he picked up the plate and empty cans to bring them back into the kitchen. Once Sammy was up the stairs and out of sight I followed Cas.

"Hey man, I didn't mean what I said earlier. About not needing anyone but Sam," I said, shifting awkwardly. Chick flick moments weren't really my thing.

"Don't worry about it Dean. You were just trying to comfort your brother. I understand," he replied.

He was facing away from me, hands resting on the sound next to the sink, looking down. I couldn't bear that I was the one who made him so tense and upset. Very slowly, as not to startle him, I moved forward, wrapped my arms around his waist, and rested my chin on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

I felt him relax slightly, and he tilted his head so he was leaning against me.

"I know but...it hurt," he admitted.

"Well, I did warn you I was a fuck up."

He sighed, turning to face me and yanking me forward so our lips smashed together. It wasn't like any of the other kisses we had shared. This one was harsh and rough. Cas bit my lip harshly; making me gasp and allowing him the opening he needed to slip his tongue into my mouth. I groaned deep in the back of my throat and pressed myself closer. He pulled back quickly and pushed me back slightly.

"I'm getting sick of telling you that you're not a fuck up. You said something you regret Dean. Everyone does that. It's normal," he paused for a moment. "You do regret saying it right?" he asked hesitantly.

"How can you ask that? I was an idiot Cas, but I didn't mean it."

Cas looked away, and I could tell he still didn't quite believe me. I let out a frustrated sort of growl and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to me. His squeak of surprise turned into a moan as I nipped and sucked at his neck.

Cas held on tightly to my hips, unable to retaliate, just tilting his head to the side to expose more of his neck. I took the hint, peppering kisses all over the exposed skin, stopping to nip here and there before biting down harshly at the junction between his neck and shoulder. He hissed in pain, his breaths coming out in short bursts as I sucked harshly to ease the pain.

"Mine," I growled next to his ear.

"Yours," he agreed, panting.

I pulled back, smirking at him before dropping to my knees.

"D-Dean, what are y-you doing?"

"I need you Cas," I breathed, leaning forward, unbuttoning his jeans before sliding the zipper down with my teeth, and pushing them down slightly. I heard his breath catch in his throat as I pulled his already half hard cock out of his blue boxer briefs and got to work.

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"Um, that was your first blow-job right?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Was it okay?"

"It was more than okay. Dean, it was amazing."

I grinned, kissing him hard for a moment, and then breaking away to look him in the eye.

"I really need you Cas," I murmured.

He smiled, touching my cheek gingerly, his eyes filled with affection.

"I need you too."

"Good, because I don't plan on letting you go," I said very seriously.

Cas blushed, lacing our fingers together.

"I'm sorry about your Dad."

"It's okay. Well, it's not really, but it will be. I can't believe he would do this to Sammy though."

"Where do you think he went?"

"No fuckin idea. Can we not talk about this now? It's kind of awkward talking about my Dad right after I...ya know."

"Performed oral sex," Cas deadpanned.

I busted up laughing.

"Way to be blunt! But yeah, that."

Cas's eyes flickered down to my groin then back up to my face.

"Do you want me to help you with that?"

"God yes, but not here. Let's go to my room."

I pulled him down the hall, trying not to sprint despite how eager I was to see how Cas was planning to "help".