my two dads and my uncle moose too (part three)
ship: dean x cas (destiel)
prompt: y/n winchester-novak having some problems in high school involving her family.
“y/n? i’m sorry for what happened but it’s not what it looks like!, please listen to me!” he screamed as i push myself through the students in the hallway.
my eyes are burning with salty tears as i find myself navigating towards the school exit.
“fuck james, fuck this school” i say in my mind before pushing the heavy metal doors and stepping outside.
i’m quick to wipe away the streaks of tears trailing down my cheeks before i start to walk home.
when i arrived home, my heart became lodged in my throat.
the tears try to escape but like i always do, i take a deep breath and enter my house anyways.
the second i’m inside my house, i realize that my parents would be home.
would they scream at me for cutting class?
would they ground me for the rest of-
“y/n? sweetie, what’s wrong?,” my dad, cas, asked as he pointed to my red, puffy eyes.
“nothing. i-i just watched a really sad movie. i don’t feel like talking about it,” i mumbled as i tried to make my way to my room.
however, my other dad, dean, stood in my way with his long, muscular arms crossed over his chest.
“i’m calling bullshit. what’s really going on? honey, you have to tell us,” he said before reaching to me, engulfing me.
with one squeeze of my shoulder, all the tears came back.
my chest rumbled as i let out loud sobs, my tears flowing more than before.
cas came from the back, wrapping his arms around me as well, whispering that i would be okay.
as i pulled away from them both, i let out a breath that i didn’t even realize that i had held in.
“so, you want to talk to us now?,” cas asked once we all sat in the living room.
i nodded my head slowly, knowing that i had to tell my parents about everything that unravelled this whole week.
well, ever since i started high school.
“i don’t…even know where to begin,” i said with my shoulders shrugging.
my mind was clouded with the image of seeing my best friend standing with my bullies.
the pointing of girls and boys in the hallway when they discovered my family.
the realization on everyone’s face when they finally knew who i was.
“i-i’m a freak, daddy,” i screamed as tears clouded my vision, for the third time that day.
i continued to cry on the couch, my hands covering my face as they collected the tears.
why did they have to cause me so much pain?
why couldn’t they understand that i was different?
“sweetheart, you are not a freak. never say that,” cas mumbled as he sat down near me.
dean sat on the other side, leaning in and placing his hand on my back.
“why would you even think that?,” dean asked as he looked at me.
his green eyes darted between mine and my other father’s blue eyes, pleading for me to speak.
“at school, we always start off the school year by making our family tree. for mine, i did ours because i love you both..,”.
i stopped, sniffling in a few tears before continuing my story.
“so today, it was my turn to present and i had my project all ready. i left it in the classroom because i didn’t feel like walking with it to school. when i went to the back of the classroom to get it, there was like a group of kids just huddled around, laughing and sneering. i wanted to see what it was about. turns out, it was my project,” i took another pause, feeling the eyes of both my dads on me.
“someone had taken my family tree and written ‘fag’ and ‘homo’ all over it. it was a literal tree with pictures of everyone in our family. they wrote those disgusting words over your picture and once everyone noticed i was there, everyone was quiet. megan and her boyfriend, raphael, were the only ones with sharpies in their hand. i couldn’t say a word because i was hurt. i wanted to rip their heads off but then when i turned around, i saw that james had a sharpie in his hand too. james, my best friend since kindergarten, was helping my bullies. he helped them. after that, i ran out of the class and well, i’m here”.
when i finished, my tears had actually stopped.
i wasn’t crying anymore, just wiping away tears and sniffling.
as i grabbed a tissue cas handed me, i blew my nose repeatedly.
“so yeah..that’s my story,” i sighed.
both my dads didn’t utter a single word, struggling to even meet my eye.
“daddy? dad? i’m so sorry for this,” i whispered after a little while.
cas suddenly grasped me, pulling me into his chest as he whispered to me.
“fuck them, okay? seriously, disregard them. and with james, just talk to him. ask him why he was involved,” he continued.
dean let out a shocked gasp as he heard what his husband had said.
cas was never the one who had a potty mouth; it was usually dean or me if the situation was bad.
but to hear cas tell me to fuck them, that was something i never expected.
“dad! oh my god,” i said while cupping my mouth with my hand.
suddenly, my tears were replaced with my giggling.
“y/n? you alright, kiddo?,” dean asked as he leaned towards me.
“yeah, i just…i never heard dad curse like that before,” i smiled before wrapping my arms around both my dad and daddy.
both of my parents let out another sigh of relief before snaking their arms around me.
“sweetheart, i’m so sorry that happened. you should have told us sooner. we could have dealt with it and solved it in no time,” dean said, tucking my hair behind my ears.
he gave me a small kiss on my cheek, smiling at me with his emerald eyes.
“and don’t worry about it. dean and i will call the school tomorrow and tell them what happened, okay?”
i turned to face my dad, cas, who had a sad smile in his face.
in his eyes, i could see that he felt like this was his fault.
he believed it was his fault for what happened to me.
why people couldn’t understand that love is love.
“it’s okay, honestly. i don’t want you to drag yourselves just because of me. give it a couple of days and it’ll go away. i promise,” i told them, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks.
cas smiled, his bright eyes meeting mine once again.
this time, he replied with a simple “okay” before shooing me off to my bedroom to change and eat lunch.
“you know i’m not going to stop there. i’m going to the school tomorrow to put an end to this,” i growled as cas and i entered the kitchen.
i watched as he retrieved orange juice from the fridge, pouring himself some into a glass cup.
“i know, babe. i just have to tell her that so she doesn’t get upset. you know how she is. we’ll go there tomorrow morning. i hate to see her cry because of something she should be proud of,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.
i watched his blue eyes dim, sadness clouding over.
“cas..,” i muttered before walking over to him and embracing him.
my fingers ran down his dark locks, rubbing his back.
“please don’t blame yourself for this. we are a family and we are going through this together,” i told him before pressing a light kiss to his forehead.
he smiled, staring at me with his beautiful, blue eyes.
“nothing, it’s just that…i love you and y/n so much. no matter what anyone says, you are my family and i love you”.
a tear slipped from my eye that i didn’t even notice would have fell.
“i love you too, cas. more than pie,” i chuckled, placing my hand on his hip.
cas chuckled lightly as his face turned bright red.
“smooth, dean. very smooth”.
“yeah. i’m fine daddy. i’m just getting started on my ap bio homework. i’ll talk to you later,” i told dean on the phone before hanging up.
i was in my bedroom, getting ready to start my homework when he called.
he apparently had to go to work today because something came up, like always.
ever since i was little, i was fascinated by my parents and what they did for a living.
i would always ask them questions about why they had to leave at random hours of the night or why i would always wind up with sam’s wife, tabitha, whenever they left.
i remember them letting it slip during dinner time when i had asked about their tattoo.
the tattoo was of a black pentagram surrounded by flame craved near their chest.
cas had told me it was for work since he didn’t want to get possessed.
i figured it was a joke and he wanted to change the topic rather quickly.
however, dean had stopped eating and nudged cas underneath the table before the discussion was dropped.
since then, they haven’t told me what they do.
i’m broken away from my thoughts when i hear the doorbell ring downstairs.
it was probably my neighbor, jo harvelle, who had left her mom’s brownie tray here after dinner last night.
as i rushed down the stairs towards the door, my hand reaches the doorknob to open the door.
my heart drops to the pit of my stomach when i realized who it was.
“hey y/n,” james said in a low voice, his eyes averting from the floor to me.
i’m too shaken and heartbroken to say something so i simply nod as a reply.
i wanted to hate him with all my guts.
i wanted to kick him out and curse him out.
but at the same time, i missed my best friend.
i missed spending friday nights at his house watching horror movies.
i missed jamming out to our favorite songs with him.
but most importantly, i missed him.
“can i come in? you’ve been avoiding me at school ever since….last week,” he asked in a low voice.
he knew why i haven’t spoken to him and obviously, it was hurting him.
i didn’t notice until now but his eyes were red and blotchy.
dry tears were streaked across his face and his fingers were constantly twitching.
“yeah. come in,” i replied as he stepped into my house, sitting in the kitchen.
as i closed the door and joined him, i couldn’t help but think about what he came here to say.
was he going to apologize or make an excuse for what he did?
“y/n?,” i heard his voice again as we met eye to eye.
“i’m so sorry. i-i don’t even know what you think i did but please do not think that i had anything to do with it”, he pleaded with me, reaching for my hands across the table.
i try to loosen my grip from him but he holds on tighter, pleading for me to listen to him.
“i saw megan and raphael write those things on your project but the only reason why i had the sharpie was because i took it away from megan. i swear, y/n. you know i will never hurt you like that. you’re my best friend and i love you. it’s killing me that you think i would do such a thing,” he confessed, burying his hands into his face.
he started to cry again, sobbing into hands and sniffling loudly.
it broke my heart to see him like this and i could genuinely tell he was sorry.
he didn’t mean to hurt me and he wasn’t helping them.
“oh james, i didn’t know. i’m so so sorry for accusing you. i really thought you were helping them. god, i’m so stupid!,” i exclaimed, getting up to wrap my arms around my best friend.
james sighed as he felt my head resting on his shoulder.
“i missed you so much, bestie,” he sighed as his face turned to look at me.
his eyes darted between my lips and my eyes before leaning close to me.
immediately, i brought my hand to his chest lightly pushing him away.
“james, what are you doing?,” i asked, my face flushed with embarrassment.
he sat up immediately from his seat, prying his arms from me.
“sorry, i have to go. i have my french test tomorrow”, he lied.
i knew he didn’t have a test tomorrow: tomorrow was saturday.
“hey! why are you lying to me?,” i demanded, my heart racing as i watched him open the front door.
“because i-i don’t want to do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. you just forgave me so i’ll just go. good night, y/n”.
those were his last words before he left and slammed the door, leaving me confused.
i didn’t know what was going to unfold during that moment however, that night, i went to sleep knowing that everything was going to be okay.
