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Wayword Sons	By : Looking_Glass Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I claim ownership to Dean and Castiel. I am not, in any way, profiting off of this. Any similarity to real people or situations, while awesome, is purely coincidental.

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That night, Dean paced back and forth in his motel room. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Castiel had said about family and wanting his brother to know that he cared. He decided to call Sam. He sat on the bed and picked up the phone, hoping that Sam’s cell number hadn’t changed. It rang twice before he answered. “Hello?”

“Sammy!” Dean cried.

“H-hey Dean,” Sam said, sounding shocked to hear his brother’s voice. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, everything’s good. Just wanted to say hey, you know. See how you’re doing.”

“Oh, well great. I’m good. How are you? How’s Bobby?”
Dean decided to ignore the fact that he hadn’t asked about their father. “I’m good. Bobby’s just as old and grouchy as ever. But he’s good. The shop is doing well. How’s school going?”

“Great. The semester’s over in a month and a half. I’m registering for new classes soon.”

“Yeah? You liking it?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, I’m loving it.”

“That’s great, Sammy,” Dean said, feeling great joy and sadness all at once. “You got a girlfriend?”

“Yep, um,” Sam laughed once, nervously. “Yeah. Her name’s Jess. She’s pretty amazing. We’ve been together about eight months now. How about you, Dean?”

“Aw, you know me, Sammy,” he said. “I can’t keep all this tied down.”
Sam chuckled at the old joke. “Well listen, Dean, you take care of yourself, alright? I’ve got to get going.”

“Yeah, yeah. You too, Sammy.”

“It was great to hear from you, Dean.”

“Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

“Alright. Bye.”

They hung up. Dean sighed heavily and lay back in the bed. He closed his eyes then and slept, soundly.
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The next day, Dean got to work early and spent the morning whistling as he worked underneath an old Ford. “What’re you so happy about?” Bobby asked, his feet the only things visible from Dean’s perspective.

Dean pushed himself out from beneath the car and looked up at Bobby’s grizzly face. “I talked to Sam last night.”

"Oh yeah?" Bobby asked. "How’s he doin’?"

"He’s good. Said he’s got himself a girl. School’s going well. He asked about you."

"Yeah, well tell him he’d better get his ass over here to see us one of these days."

"I know. I’ll tell him when I talk to him again." He pushed himself back under the car and began whistling again.

Toward the end of the day, a familiar silver Prius pulled up to the front of the shop, and Castiel stepped out, wearing a different long sleeve shirt and sweater vest. Dean rolled out from underneath the Ford, and lifted his shirt to wipe his face. “Hey, Cas,” he said, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting.”

Castiel’s cheeks flushed. “Dude, I’m kidding,” Dean said. “What’s up?”

"The air conditioning stopped working again," Castiel said. "I’m certain it’s not working this time. I’ve turned the car on and off several times to be sure."

"Alright, pull her in and I’ll take a look."

"Are you sure?" Castiel asked. "I’m sorry I didn’t call to make an appointment. I wanted to get here as soon as the air stopped blowing."

"Yeah, it’s fine. I’m not busy."

Castiel pulled the car into the empty bay and left it running. Dean sat in the driver’s seat and held his hand up to the vent. Nothing was coming out. He started fiddling with the car’s computerized system, but couldn’t figure out how to control the air. “How do you work this thing?”

Castiel walked around and sat in the passenger seat. He pushed a few buttons and brought up the air conditioning screen. Dean pressed the on and off buttons a few times, turned the air on high and on low, changed the air intake from interior to exterior. Still no air blew out. “Okay, let me take a look at the engine.”

Dean was surprised to see that there was a unit in the engine that resembled the A/C unit in his motel room. He couldn’t make heads or tails of what the problem could be, so he decided to run another diagnostic. Fortunately, this one only took a minute. “Alright, Cas, it looks like you’ve got a bad water pump. Basically, that’s good news, because it’s just a part and I can replace it easily. The bad news is that I’ll have to order it special and it could take a few days to get here.”

"That’s alright," Castiel said.

"I’m sorry that you drove all the way out here again and I can’t do anything for you today. That’s, what, a 60-mile round trip?"

"It’s not bad, really. I get excellent gas mileage." Dean understood that he was just stating a fact, and didn’t intend to brag. He was just odd, but in a good way, Dean decided.

"Listen, I get off soon. Why don’t we grab a beer before you head back? That way your trip won’t have been for nothing."

Castiel cocked his head a bit and thought about it. “I don’t know if I should,” he said, finally.

"You not allowed to drink?"

"Oh, no," Castiel said. "It’s not that."

"Alright, well, I’ll probably be going to the bar in about…" he checked his watch, "twenty minutes. You’re more than welcome to join me. It might do you some good to relax a little. But hey, by all means, do whatever you think is best."

Fifteen minutes later, Dean yelled “Night, Bobby!” and headed for the Impala. Bobby peered around the truck he was working on in time to see the silver Prius following the Impala down the road.

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Dean led Castiel to a table instead of taking his usual place at the bar. Monica must have been off, because another girl was in her place. Dean recognized her as that girl he slept with in the Impala that one time. What was her name? Katie? She waved a little cutesy wave at Dean, and Dean waved back. Ashley? It didn’t matter. Castiel looked from Dean to the busty blonde behind the bar and back. A moment later, a different busty blonde appeared at their table. Dean noticed that Castiel was very purposefully looking everywhere but at the waitress. He laughed to himself.

"Hey, Dean," she said. Dean looked up at her and realized that this one was Katie. That must make the bartender Ashley. "Katie," he said.

"What can I get for you guys?"

"I’ll have a Bud. Cas?"

Castiel managed to order “just a water” without looking toward Katie.

"Sounds good," she said, and then turned to Dean and whispered, "I get off at nine." She bit the end of her pen seductively. Dean felt a little pull in his lower belly. "Oh, yeah? You know," he said, casting a glance over at Castiel, "let me get back to you on that."

"Okay," she breathed, and sashayed away.

Castiel’s face was red, but he was trying to act like he hadn’t heard the exchange. Dean laughed to himself again.The guy did seem like he was born for priesthood. He had seemingly no sense of humor, and Dean was almost positive that the guy was a virgin. He was like the poster boy for chastity.

"She’s a nice girl," Dean explained. Castiel just nodded and kept avoiding Dean’s eyes. "So, seminary, huh? Sounds like no fun."

Castiel cleared his throat, and said, “that’s not really the point. It’s not about having fun, it’s about living a good and pure life and helping others.”

"Look," Dean said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "I get the whole chastity thing, but you’re not a priest yet, right? Why not have a little fun before you sign your life away?"
The waitress happened to arrive at this point with the beer and water. Castiel turned to look this time, and ended up getting an eye full of cleavage. His cheeks flushed again and he turned away quickly. As she left the table, he said, “my father would never allow us to date. I never…” he trailed off.

"Listen, Cas," Dean said, "I hope I’m not overstepping my bounds, here, but I know a thing or two about controlling fathers. I did everything my dad said my whole life, because, you know, that’s what you do as a son. You listen to your dad. And that was fine for me, because I agreed with him about almost everything. But my little brother, Sammy… he was different. He was never like us. He wanted to go to college and become a lawyer. Course, my dad didn’t like that very much. But Sammy couldn’t imagine being tied down to Lawrence, working at the shop for the rest of his life. I don’t really blame him, you know. This life isn’t for everyone. And neither is priesthood, man. That’s one hell of a commitment."

Castiel listened intently as Dean spoke, and he sat for a few moments in silence when he was done. His brow furrowed in thought, as if he had never fully considered an alternative to life in the church. “Let me at least buy you a beer,” Dean implored. Castiel nodded once, and Dean turned in his chair, signaling to Katie that he wanted another one.
When she came and set the bottle on the table, Dean thanked her and smiled at Castiel. He held up his own beer and said, “cheers.” The corner of Castiel’s mouth twitched up into a slight grin, and he grabbed the beer. “Cheers,” he agreed, clicking his bottle against Dean’s, and took a swig. Dean watched his face carefully as he swallowed. After a pause, Castiel said, “that is awful.”
Dean burst out laughing. Castiel looked for a moment as if he wasn’t quite sure what was so funny, but then he broke out into a smile. Dean laughed for awhile, and Castiel chuckled a bit under his breath, as if he were afraid someone would catch him having fun.

When he had finished his beer, however, he was considerably more talkative. “So how old are you, man?” Dean asked.
"I’m twenty-eight," Castiel replied, "which means that I am older and wiser than you."

"Yeah, you’re older by five years," Dean retorted. "But that doesn’t mean you know any better than me. You’ve never had a sip of alcohol before now. You ever even kissed a girl?" he asked, curious.

"No. As I said, my brothers and I weren’t allowed to date.That didn’t stop Gabriel, of course. But he’s another story."

"How many brothers do you have, anyway?" Dean asked.

"Many," Castiel replied. "It’s impossible to keep track. I’m one of the youngest."

"Man, your mom must be tired, huh?" Dean asked.

"No, we don’t have a mother. My father adopted all of us."
Ah, Dean thought. That explains a lot. "Let me guess- you were homeschooled, too?"
Castiel nodded. “My father was our teacher as well as our priest. He was very involved in our lives until we were all old enough to take care of ourselves. Then he started spending more and more time at church and among the community and less time with us.”

Dean knew the feeling. “So your brother was kind of right,” Dean ventured. “You know. The one who said your dad didn’t care about you guys enough.”

Castiel considered this. “I suppose you’re right. But he needed to focus on the church, and we were old enough to be self-sufficient.”

"Look," Dean said. "You don’t have to minimize it. I know the feeling. I know how hard it is to want nothing more than your father’s approval and to still feel like you’re doing everything wrong."

A distant look crossed Castiel’s face, so Dean tried to turn it around. “Hey, man. It’ll be okay. You know? If you really want to be a priest, you’ll be a priest, and it’ll make your father proud. And if you don’t want to be a priest, you can drop out, and who fuckin’ cares what he thinks, you know? At least you’ll be happy doing what you want to do.”

Castiel nodded vaguely, staring off into the distance. “Let me buy you another beer,” Dean offered, but Castiel waved him away. “No, I should really be going. It’s getting late.”

"Alright, dude. You okay to drive?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Castiel said. He looked steady enough.

"Hey, let me get your number before you go so I can call you when that part comes in," Dean said.

"I don’t have a phone," Castiel explained, standing up from the table. "I use the public telephones in the seminary. I’ll call you tomorrow to see if you’ve gotten the water pump."

"Sounds good," Dean said, standing and extending a hand for a shake. Castiel grasped his hand hesitantly and shook. "Thank you, Dean," he intoned, quietly, and left. Dean got the feeling that he was thanking him for more than just the beer.

He threw some cash down on the table and started to leave, but Katie intercepted him. “Almost off,” she said. “Care to take me home?” She smiled a pink-lipsticked smile, and Dean could feel the pull to her like a gravitational force, but he said, “you know what- I’m gonna take a rain check on that.” And he left.
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