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The Road To Recovery

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What was daddy doing to papa? Why was papa screaming and crying? Why was daddy saying bad words to papa? Why was daddy hitting papa? Why was daddy and papa naked?

Why did daddy say that he needs to see this? Why did daddy say he needs to see his papa learn his place in their home?

He didn’t want to see this. It was scary. It was confusing.

Daddy was being rough. Daddy was being mean. Daddy was real angry.

His papa was bleeding now from his mouth because there was a big cut on his lips where daddy punched him. His papa had blue and purple patches all over his body. His papa had big and small lines too. His papa looked so small. His papa looked like he would break in half at the way daddy pushed his legs up.

Why was daddy bumping papa like that?

Why was papa's tear filled blue eyes looking at him like he was scared?

His legs were shaking and so he sat down by the corner. When daddy hit papa again making papa scream, he hid his face in his palms.

He cried.

He cried because he was afraid. He cried because he was confused.

He cried because he didn’t want to see what his daddy was doing to his papa.


His body was in complete agony. His heart was completely shattered.

His son was in complete shambles.

And there was nothing he could do.

He was helpless against his physically powerful husband who was currently destroying his body, heart, mind and soul before their own 4 year old who was ordered to watch.

Something his husband had ordered his son to do for the very first time.

He couldn’t take his eyes off his baby who was now huddled in the corner, cowering and clasping his teddy bear to his chest while burying his face into the palms of his tiny hands.

His heart wept as he caught his little sons trembling form and heard distraught sobs.

He pleaded through the brutality, “Please Luke stop! Our son!” He tried pushing at his husbands chest.

To no avail, Luke backhanded him, making his head snap to the side, feeling the metallic taste of blood flood his mouth. His husband barked, “You shut your mouth whore!”

His husband bent him further, his spine feeling like it was almost snapping against the hard surface of their living room floor where his husband decided to punish him for returning a simple hello to their new neighbor.

His husband was a jealous and harsh man who lived by the blows of his fists.

And like most abusive relationships, he didn’t know the real man his husband was until it was too late.

He cried as a particular hard slam tore a yelp out of him, pain instantly shooting from his hole up his spine as something wet started dripping from within his abused channel. Oh God, he's bleeding even more now.

“Papa!” Jack screamed in fear. “Daddy stop!”

His husband continued his thrusts, sneering at his son with anger, “You will learn to shut your mouth when daddy is teaching your papa manners little shit! Don’t make me come over there and teach you a few manners by the strap of my belt!”

He knew he had to put up an act to keep his son safe. His son was only behaving this way because he saw and heard the pain he was in. For the sake of his baby's safety he needed to pretend.

He smiled shakily at his son, ignoring the pain of his husbands thrusts. He hugged his husband close, “It's ok baby. Papa is ok". He closed his eyes briefly before opening his eyes and nodding at his son who got the message.

The little one closing his eyes and hiding his face back into the palms of his tiny hands.

From that moment till his husband finished inside of him, he never made a sound.

Albeit, deep inside him, he knew it was time to make a sound.

It was time he fight for himself. It was time he fight for his son. It was time he ends violence in his life.

The only task was how does he and his son Jack escape this hellhole safely?


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He smiled whenever he took in his and Sam’s Victorian style home. He sighed taking in the antique interior (polished wooden ceilings, walls and floors), a horseshoe staircase in the center of the hallway entrance, his massive kitchen (which was his literal haven) that was stacked to the brim with silver nonstick pots and pans plus different varieties of natural herbs, fruits, spices and all you can need baking supplies (because he loved to bake- A LOT) such as eggs, flour, baking powder, icing sugar- amongst many other things. And did he mention the many rooms they had- 6 bedrooms which includes 2 masters and four fairly medium sized cozy rooms (for their future kids), 2 guest rooms, a family room which overlooked the garden, Sam’s office, an art room, the greenhouse out back (that held all gorgeous smelling flowers) and lastly the pool house- equipped with its own kitchen, living room, bathroom, and two bedrooms (where his brother in law opted to temporarily stay till he finds a place of his own). They had a lovely patio and pool out back.

It was he and Sam’s dream home of course with a white picket fence- because they really didn’t like gigantic walls or fences barricading them in (plus they had a good security and surveillance system to protect them from intruders instead). All in all, the neighborhood was lavish and quite safe.

He smiled as he thought of his normal routine morning task; watering his sunflowers that were pot planted and nestled on their front porch. He brought the watering can and made his way out. He smiled at the sunflower he had named ‘Lily’, tipping his watering can, watching the water drizzle out, “Well hello my sweet. You really are blossoming into a beautiful lady”.

He was just moving on to water ‘Max’ when a terrifying childlike scream caught his ears. His focus instantly shifted to the Victorian style home next door, halting every movement and straining his ears. Then there it was again but this time it sounded like the shattering of glass on the floor. His heart pounded as he sat his watering can on the banister top, heading over to the very edge of his porch.

His eyes graced the homely surrounding. The house was warm, cozy and fairly calm from the outside. He glanced at the window closer to him, finding it odd that the curtains were still drawn at 8am on this sunny beautiful morning. His mind drifted to all the plausible reasons when the front door flew open and a well-built, 6 foot, blonde man in what looked like in his 40’s, dressed in a grey suit and black tie while holding his leather brown laptop case walked out with a scowl on his face. The man was not alone though.

Out behind the man appeared another 6 foot tall man dressed in a baggy t-shirt and long black track pants. The man looked frail and unkempt. Albeit his red flags did not go up until he spotted a child, who couldn’t be more than 3 or 4 years old, hugging the man’s left leg whilst holding the collar of his batman t-shirt and chewing at it with a blotchy face and sad wobbly smile. His instincts picked up that something was amidst with this picture before him.

His attention was broken when a deep voice called out, “Good morning neighbor”.

His eyes shot to the man in the suit who was smiling at him while standing by his car. He instantly slapped on a small smile, despite his hesitancy, “Um good morning”.

“Lovely day today huh?”

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the dark haired man and the little one slipping back into the home, shutting the door. He nodded, “Yes very lovely day. You have a good day”. He quickly added with a half wave and turned to make his way into his home without waiting for an answer nor with his watering can.

He shut the door behind him, leaning on the door and blowing out a breath. The whole scene played out this morning was like Déjà vu except the figures were not the same. It made his mind supply him with some memories he had long buried deep within his sub concious.

The memory involved him sobbing quietly (for fear of being heard and punished) into his mother’s leg while they (he and his weak frail mother who slapped on a smile) waved his father off to work.

What he had seen was typical of something sinister and if he ever learned to trust something in order to survive his childhood years of abuse then it would be his instincts or the voice of reason within him.

His heart squeezed for the man and the little sweet child and his hopes were that whatever he came up with was false.

Albeit, he needed to be sure for he would not want things to be too late if his assumptions were right.

He needed to talk to Dean and Sam when they got back from work this afternoon. Maybe Dean could visit the family next door in order to do his own analysis of course without being too inconspicuous.

He knew his brother in law said something about saying ‘Hi’ to the jet black haired next door neighbor when they moved in one week back, so he’s assuming it’s the same frail looking guy and that was a good start.

His phone rang startling him from his deep seated thoughts. He glanced at his screen seeing ‘Dean calling’.

Maybe there was a God out there after all for his brother in law calling may not be such a coincidence.

He answered the call, and without allowing Dean to say whatever he wanted to say, he firmly stated, “Dean we need to talk?”

There was a pause before the officer asked with worry laced in his voice, “Is everything ok Gabe?”

He walked to the window where he could catch a glance of the house next door with the curtains still drawn down, “No Dean. I think something very wrong is going on next door and I’m worried”.

Dean instantly responded, “I’ll be there in 15 minutes”.

“Thank you Dean”. He ended the call and just stared at the calm looking surrounding.

He remembered something that his mom always said when she was alive.

We may look fine and dandy on the outside but when you look within, it’s a horror show. Don’t be fooled. Trust in your instincts Gabe for they are always closest to the truth.

Whatever was going on here; he wasn’t going to turn a blind eye like his own neighbors did all those years back.


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Castiel knelt down before his quietly sobbing and terrified son, pulling him into his arms. That’s when his little one finally broke down and wept into his shoulder. The ache in his heart was indescribable and deep within, the guilt and shame of being a failure of a father began to claw it’s way up unto the surface once more.

This was not the life he wanted for his son. This was not the future he dreamed when he married Luke five years back.

He held his baby close, his own tears finally streaming down his own cheeks and soaking up his sons shirt. His voice creaky and strangled as he tried to comfort his baby, rubbing the little ones back soothingly, “Everything’s going to be alright sweetheart. Papa won’t let anything ever happen to you from this moment on”.

“H-He-He wi-will c-c-come baa-back", Jack let out a forced, choking and terrified sentence. “I-I d-don’t w-want h-him to c-come b-ba-back papa! He h-hurts my a-arm!”

He couldn’t hold back the pained filled sob that tore out from deep within him. To know his baby was in pain and to hear his innocent baby say something so powerful yet sad spoke volumes of how his son was hurting. He couldn’t do this anymore.

And especially not after Luke had crossed a line today when Jack accidently dropped a plate onto the floor, shattering it. The man had grabbed his little boy by the biceps, his baby crying in probable pain as he was being shook and yelled at by his dad.

You stupid, good for nothing, waste of space! Look at what you’ve done! You will pay for that when I return from work today! It’s time I teach you by the strap of my belt!

Of course, he tried to intervene and ended up with a hard slap across the cheek. But he didn’t care, all he wanted was his child to be safe.

His job was to raise his son in love and to protect him at all costs. So that’s what he was going to do.

He pulled out of the hug, meeting a snotty, blotchy and teary faced Jack- it clawed at his heartstrings. He tried to steady himself as he said, “Baby. How about we play a game huh?”

Jack nodded slowly, “Ok papa”.

Oh how Castiel’s heart wanted to just stop at the sound of the frail reply. Nevertheless, he smiled shakily, “Ok love. This game is called ‘How fast can you pack your favorite clothes and toys with papa’. Isn’t that fun?”

Jack nodded, “Yeah. But why we has to pack clothes papa?”

He ran a hand down his baby's cheek, “Because we are going on a road trip love”. He hummed, “How about…..we find a zoo that’s outside of town hmm?”
Jack’s eyes lit up, “Does that’s means we get to meet a real otter papa?!”

Oh how he lived to see the innocence and excitement his son radiated at this moment. He smiled and replied just as enthusiastically, “Yes baby! They will definitely have otter's there!”

Then just as suddenly, his sons smile dropped into a droopy sad face, “But what if daddy comes back? We not go on adventure papa”.

He lost count of how many times his heart squeezed. He swallowed, “That’s why we need to be super fast in this game baby. We will be leaving very soon. So I need you to do whatever papa tells you ok?”

Jack seemed to realize how important whatever they were going to do was, so the little one nodded enthusiastically, “Ok papa!”

He pecked his son on the lips, “Good boy”.


(Same time)


He could hear the urgency in his brother-in-laws voice. His reflexes kicked in and before he knew it he was calling out to his captain ‘family emergency’ before he was shooting out his office. It took him approximately 10 minutes to reach home with the speed he was travelling.

He jumped out the car before he could hear the engine turn off, running up the pathway and porch stairs. He entered the house in record speed and started calling, “Gabe! Gabe!”

“In the kitchen!”

He ran towards the kitchen and skidding to a halt when he was met with the sight of Gabe staring out the sink window. His eyes roamed the surrounding before stopping once again at his brother-in-law, “Gabe what’s going on?”

His ears picked up the sound of a car stopping nearby and the car door shut after a few seconds, however he was thankful he didn’t take his eyes off his brother-in-law. Why? Well the look of terror accompanied with the gasp that Gabe let out was enough to tell him something sinister was at play.

Then his brother-in-law looked at him with bugged eyes and a panicked face, “Dean! You need to get them out of there now!”

He furrowed his brow, moving past his brother in law, peeking out the window to see the calm Victorian home. What the hell was Gabe going on about? He raised a brow at Gabe, “Gabe what the hell is going on?! What are you scared about?”

“He's back! And he's going to hurt them!”

Dean’s concern spiked. He headed towards his brother in law, speaking more softly, “Who Gabe? Who is going to get hurt?”

“The little 3 or 4 year old and the guy with the jet black hair who lives next door! I suspect they're being abused!”

He couldn’t help but look back at the house. He strained his ears, trying to hear or look for any signs of trouble, muttering, “How do you know?”

“I just know Dean".

Dean studied his brother-in-laws terrified expression and knew Gabe wasn’t lying. Therefore, his feet already had a mind of it’s own, heading past Gabe and towards the front door. He could hear Gabe's hurried footsteps from behind as he followed persistently.

Just as he was at the front door, Dean heard a terrified scream of a little child and a sound of agonizing pain from an adult.

“DEAN!” Gabe screamed in panic. "HELP THEM!"

Dean had already taken off, jumping over the short fence, passing the black Mercedes that wasn’t parked there before and running up the steps with a hand on his holster and another pounding his fist on the door. He bellowed through the wood, “Sioux Falls Police! Open up!”

“Daddy!” The little child’s wail and the smashing of glass had done it for Dean.

He kicked the door open with one hard kick. He refused to take out his gun because of the suspected presence of a child. Not at this moment.

He ran up the stairs, ignoring Gabe’s frantic calls behind him as the man entered the house too. His heart speeding as he raced towards the child’s screams and cries of terror which led him to a child’s room in the corner with the door ajar.

The sight he was met with filled him with rage and distraught.

And it's like a thousand demons took over him.

He squared his shoulders and headed straight for the oblivious abusive asshole, fists ready to do some major damage.


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He knew he had to act now or the frail man lying in a foetal position on the floor, covered in blood and still being punched up would suffer from horrendous injuries.

He carried the child and placed him into Gabe's waiting arms before he made a beeline for the still oblivious abusive asshole.

He grabbed the man by the back collar of his suit jacket and dragged the man away from the victim. He was thankful that Gabe and the kid weren’t around because he didn’t want to let the child see what he was going to do to the dick bag.

The man fussed and put up a powerful fight. “LET ME GO! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE IN HERE!”

Dean was done. He shoved the asshole against the wall and clasped the asshole by the lapels of his expensive jacket, hauling the man up so feet left the ground, voice dangerously low that even he could not recognize himself, “You listen here asshole! I’m going to punch you now!”

The man challenged in a strangled voice, “That bitch and his son deserve to get the shit kicked out of them!”

His eyes narrowed to slits, he couldn’t control his rage anymore, throwing the man against the door, hearing the wood creak and splinter. The asshole was just getting to his feet when he swung the first shot and it smacked the man cold and hard across the right cheek. The mans face swung violently to the left on impact, blood splattering out his mouth as he collapsed in a loud inelegant thud onto the floor below. Definitely knocked out cold.


Sam was now here. His moose of a brother still dressed in his professional suit, staring flabbergasted. He ignored his brother and headed straight for the jet black haired, frail man who was groaning and whimpering lightly as he struggled to get off the floor. He crouched down, allowing the guy to lean into him. He felt Sam mutter an, “Oh God!” Before joining him, palm resting on the injured guys bicep, murmuring, “Don’t worry you’ll be ok. The ambulance and police are on the way".

He couldn’t help the tears that clouded his vision when he felt the bones sticking out through the injured guys clothes. He shared a heart wrenching look with Sam, knowing his brother was feeling exactly the same. He slowly rubbed soothing circles into the guys back, “You’ll be ok".

Then his heart squeezed when the man weakly choked out, “! Where....where's m-my son?!” He knew the man was on the brink of a panic attack by the way he started to frantically jerk and hyperventilate.

Thankfully he had seen and handled many panic attacks in the past to know how to approach this situation. He carefully situated himself behind the man, legs bent at the knee and rested on either side of the man, a palm on the mans chest, pulling the man to lean into his chest. The man just slumped back into him with such weakness, he combed his fingers gently through the mans hair, “Shh it’s ok. Breathe. You need to breathe ok".

The man whimpered, “My son".

“Your son is safe. He's with my brother in law next door. He'll take care of him. You just need to breathe ok".

He could hear the tell tale sounds of police sirens approaching. He could feel the heartbeat of the man fall in tandem with his after a few minutes, breathing almost back to normal. He finally took in how warm and perfect the man fit into him, and it somehow felt snug and welcoming, in a non- sexualized way of course!

He wasn’t a pervert.

Sam just smiled at both of them, nodding at him before he got up and headed towards the knocked out blonde guy on the floor. His brother had the nerve to crouch down and poke at the mans cheek with his index finger, “Jeez Dean. I think you knocked out a few of his teeth".

He could hear the injured guys breathing become shallow and if his training taught him anything then it wasn’t actually a good sign considering the state of the man leaning into him. He rubbed his palms up and down the guys bicep, hearing the ambulance pull over, “Hey you need to keep your eyes open. Deep steady breaths with your eyes open".

“I feel so cold. I feel so sleepy".

Dean’s heart did a panicked jump, “Hey you need to stay awake ok. How about you tell me what your name is?” He could hear Sam calling the medics up the stairs ‘He's here!’

The mans head lolled lightly to the side (now resting on his bicep), enough to crack his eyes open just slightly to reveal cerulean blues that can be compared to crystal clear blue waters. The man tried to smile through his swollen face, “".

“Castiel?” Dean put the words together.

The man gave him a quiet searching look before uttering, “You’re...the...f-first who's.....who's pron...nouced my name r-right on t-the first try". The breathless, “Bravo" had his heart squeezing tight and anxiety begin to flood him as the mans eyes began to lightly shut. He found himself shaking the guy lightly just as the medics came in, dropping down beside him, “Hey you want to know my name?”

The medics started fussing on Castiel. They laid him down flat on the floor and started prepping him to be taken to the ambulance. He couldn’t move or didn’t want to move or leave Castiel’s side. And then there was the part where Castiel’s hand held onto his, squeezing lightly, whispering, “What’s your n-name?”

He smiled shakily, “Dean. My name is Dean".

The medics were then lifting Castiel on a gurney out the house. There was a feeling he couldn’t name that bubbled within him the moment Castiel's hand slipped out of his. A feeling that was strange but the closest he could name it was ‘worry' and ‘care'.

He followed behind the medics leaving his fellow cops to deal with the bastard upstairs. When he reached outside, a child cried out, “PAPA!”

He watched as Castiel immediately responded, trying to sit up but was being pushed back down by the medics saying, “Sir please! You need to lie still!”

He could see that Castiel was almost reaching the state of panic again. He made his way over to the man, who the medics were trying to hold down, he cupped the mans face in his palms, scared blues meeting his, “Hey Cas! Don’t worry! Hey!....I’ll take good care of your son ok! You need to calm down or you’ll injure yourself more”.

And just like a miracle, the blue eyed man...angel.....laid back down and took deep breaths. Castiel’s soft palms rested on his as his eyes burned into Dean’s, “You take care of my son well Dean. Tell him I love him very much and will see him soon".

He could read the unmistakable hint of protectiveness in Castiel’s orbs. It was a ‘you better take care of my son well or else' look. It was a ‘don’t you dare hurt my baby’ look. He nodded, “I promise I will Castiel. I’ll bring him to the hospital to visit you soon".

A tear slipped down Castiel ‘s cheek, “I’m the only one he has got Dean”.

He stepped back as the medics placed Cas into the back of the ambulance, he stood by the entrance, “What’s his name Castiel?”

The blue eyed angel just smiled, “His name is Jack....Jack Novak".

The medics signalled, “Ok let’s go!”

He stepped back and watched the doors to the ambulance close before it sped away down the road with sirens blaring.

He turned to face the child cradled in Gabe’s arms and headed towards the pair. When he reached his brother in law, he asked softly, “How is the little tyke holding up Gabe?”

Gabe just ran his hand down the boys hair, cradling him close, “To be honest, he's traumatized and needs a lot of care and TLC. But he has calmed which is good". Gabe’s eyes bulged and gawped as he took in the scene he was oblivious too behind him, “Jeez Dean. Sam was right! You probably knocked all his teeth loose!”

He turned to see what Gabe was talking about. He came face to face with officer Garth Fitzgerald and officer Donna Hanscum dragging the cuffed and slightly dazed asshole to the car. He snorted when Garth threw the man into the back seat while reading the guy his miranda rights. When the man finally looked at him, a scowl so nasty formed on the mans features. Something told him that this wasn’t the end of things.

Oh well bring it on!

“You know he's probably going to kick up a great big fuss and try to drag you through the muck right”, Sam appeared beside him, hands in pockets, eyes aimed intently on the guy.

He shrugged, “Won’t be surprised Sammy. I did what I had too".

Sam nodded, “Oh no doubt Dean. I would have done the same".

He blew out a breath as the police car drove off, “So what happens now?”

Sam smirked, “I got your back Dean. He's going to have to get through me first if he wants to kick up a legal fuss”. Sam clapped him on the back, “Come on. Let’s get the little one settled. One step at a time Dean".

He felt lighter at his brothers words. He glanced at the now sleeping boy, who he know only realized was wearing a cute Banana in Pyjamas PJ's that Gabe probably dressed him in. The kid looked so innocent and pure in his sleep. Oh how his heart swelled. He responded, “Yeah let’s get this little one taken care of".


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They just couldn’t help but hover over the tiny being that lay on the couch. He settled himself down on the floor just by the couch combing his fingers through the soft brown hair. His eyes roamed the long lashes, the cute button nose, the pink slightly parted lips, to the cutest ears he has ever seen; overall, taking in the innocence of the sweet child.

But then a piece of his heart would chip away when he remembered the traumatic and unfair abuse the child had been subjected to earlier today. And he knew, underneath all that peaceful look was chaos and nightmares.

He would know.

And even if Jack was four, didn’t mean he would forget or continue to be happy. No! The kid was in for a rough few weeks or months- maybe even a whole year. After all, everyone healed at their own pace.

Plus there was the added fact that Jack’s abusive father would stir up a lot of trouble for both Castiel and the kid. The ugly battle was just getting started.

He thumbed at the tear that somehow crawled out of the sleeping child’s eye. His own tears hard to keep at bay.

He tried to will his thrumming heart down by taking a few deep breaths through his nose. His eyes then drifted to his husband who was on the phone seemingly engaged in what seemed like a very important call- pacing back and forth. His ears caught his husband saying Castiel, Jack, next door neighbors’, Dean, Domestic Violence and Child Abuse.

It clicked then and there that his husband was probably talking to someone from his law firm. This made him feel somewhat hopeful.

On the other hand, Dean had taken the rest of the day off, now dressed in casual wear, sitting on the opposite couch, elbows perched on knees as he stared at little Jack. He could read the definite worry and sadness in his brother in laws eyes.

He quietly asked, “Dean. Are you going to see Castiel?”

Dean’s glassy green eyes shot to his- looking like he had been startled out of his reverie. The cop blew out a breath, running both palms of his hands down his face. Dean once again met his eyes, shaking his head, “No Gabe. I want to first make sure Jack is ok”.

“He's ok and safe here Dean”.

Dean sighed, “I know Gabe”. The man just gnawed at his bottom lip, eyes once again transfixed on the little one, “I just want to be here when he wakes up from his nap”.

He completely understood where his brother in law was coming from. He would do the same if he was in Dean’s shoes. Plus he wasn’t blind nor deaf; he witnessed how Castiel had made Dean promise to take care of his son.

Dean was a man of his word and would do what he felt was the right thing to do.

Just then the little one began to stir. He and Dean both perked up, just as the little one cracked his eyes open to reveal identical blues to his papa. He smiled softly at the slightly dazed and confused looking little one, “Hey Jack”. He smoothed down the little ones hair.

He watched the little one hug his pillow close to his chest,  hesitant blue eyes drifting from him to Dean (still seated behind him on the couch). He saw the little one’s attention solely focus on Dean- in those eyes he could see contemplation and familiarity.

His eyes drifted off to Dean who was now smiling back at the little one with the softest and fondest ever expression he would only see his brother in law aim at Sam a few times. The cop gave a tiny wave, “Hey sweetheart. I hope you had a good sleep?”

He half expected little Jack to stay mum or worst case scenario start to bawl or reel back in fright, however, the reaction was quite the opposite. There on the innocent child’s face grew a tiny smile that just barely lit up his glassy eyes while he fiddled with the edge of his pillow. The little one nodded, “I sleep good”.

Dean chuckled lightly, “That’s great sweetheart”. The man then went on to say, “What did you dream about?”

Jack looked down to his lap, before the little one glanced back up saying quite timidly, “I dream papa and me playing in the park. We having so much fun”.

He was actually enamored by the way Dean seemed to be building a bond with the child. He saw his husband slowly slip away (probably to let Dean do his thing) but he decided to sit quietly and observe. Maybe get a few pointers on how to talk to or handle a delicate child.

He watched Dean fight to keep his straight face at the little one’s admission. It was indeed hard to think about Castiel, particularly when the guy was in the hospital trying to recover from his traumatic injuries.

His brother in law looked on in interest, “Wow! What game did you play?”

“Pass the ball!” Jack clapped in excitement.

Dean gasped, matching the little ones excitement, “Well that sure sounds fun kiddo”. His brother in law then leaned in, muttering low, “You want to know my favorite game?”

Jack’s eyes lit up, nodding furiously, “Mhmm!”

“Well, I like playing pass the football”.

“Woowww!!!” Jack then squeaked out, “Can you teach me to play pass the football!?”

Dean got up, and approached the little one, crouching down before the kid, “I think that’s a great idea bud”. Dean then added, “But that means I have to know your name?” He knew that despite Dean knowing the name of the kid, that this was just a way of gaining trust.

The little one answered, “My name is Jack Novak”. The little one then tilted his head, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dean Winchester”. His brother in law then stuck his hand out, “Nice to meet you Jack Novak”.

Little Jack cracked a little baby toothed smile, placing his tiny palm in his brother in laws, “Nice to meet you Dean Inchester”.

The little one then turned to meet his gaze, “What’s your name?”

Boy oh boy was his heart literally melting. He answered, “I’m Gabe”.

“I’m Jack!”

He smiled and nodded, “Hello Jack”.

The little one then looked around as if searching. At that moment he saw Jack’s smile drop before the little one asked, “Where’s my papa?”

Dean met his gaze. The sadness passed between them. He nodded to Dean, before the man faced the gloomy and slightly terrified looking child- all traces of happiness wiped out. His brother in law answered as gentle as he could, “Hey Jack. Papa….papa had to go see the doctor ”.

Jack's face completely fell. He was now once again looking down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers. “Daddy hurt my papa”. Jack then looked up all lost and confused- oh how he wanted to wrap the boy in a warm hug (he could tell that Dean wanted to as well). The little one said, “But the doctor will make papa’s booboo’s go away right?”

Dean ran a hand down the little one hair, voice a little croaky as he uttered, “Yes sweetheart. The doctor’s will fix papa’s booboo’s”.

He knew that Dean was probably taking a risk in saying that Castiel was going to be ok. But then again, it’s the best you can do for a traumatized kid. Jack didn’t deserve anymore heartache than what he had already been through.

And if Castiel’s condition worsens; they will cross that bridge when they come to it.

The little one broke the silence after a few seconds, sad searching eyes aimed at Dean, “Papa says a hug can make you feel better”.

He watched the tears begin to pool lightly in Deans eyes (much like his). There was a wobbly smile etched on Dean’s face and he could hear the emotion in his brother in laws voice as the man uttered, “Your papa is sure right sweetheart”. Dean opened his arms out, “Would you like a hug bud?”

Oh how the next actions of the sweet little one tugged at his heartstrings. He watched the little one crawl onto Dean’s lap, wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck, his little tiny legs around his brother in laws mid torso while he buried his face into Dean’s shoulder.

And to make the sweet moment even more heart melting is when Dean cradled the boy close to him- like he wanted the little one to feel safe and loved in his arms (which could be the case). He rested his chin on his forearm, watching the tender moment with the goofiest smile he could master up.

After a good 30 seconds, the little one pulled back and stared up at Dean with a small smile, “I feel better”.

“Me too!’’ Dean added with a megawatt smile.

The little one then tilted his head to the side, “Can I give papa a hug in the hospital? Papa will feel better.”

Dean swallowed, smoothing the little ones hair down, “Of course sweetheart. Tomorrow sound good?”

The little one’s eyes lit up, “Ok!”

Gabe sighed, deciding to add, “How about we all have some hot chocolate?”

Jack bounced on his tush on Dean’s lap, clapping and squealing in delight, “Yeah!”

Oh he would give anything to make the little man as happy as he is now.


Chapter Text


Everything was hazy at first.

Why was the room so bright? What was that God awful smell? Where in the hell was that beeping sound coming from? Why did his body feel so numb? Where was that voice coming from?

A voice that was evidently getting louder and clearer by the second.

Finally the whole white room came into vivid focus. He blinked a couple of times, taking in his surroundings. There was a heart monitor beside him where wires stemmed from, he had an IV connected to the back of his right hand, he was dressed in a white hospital gown (definitely naked underneath except for the bandages he could feel were wrapped around his torso) and by his bedside, stood a man in a white coat smiling lightly at him.

He knew where he was and remembered how or why he was here.

He was in a hospital room because his husband had beat the living daylights out of him. His heart began to beat harder as dread began to consume him, he tried to get up but the doctor halted him by placing a palm on his chest.

“Mr. Novak, please calm down”.

He shook his head, he didn’t care of the slight pain in his parched throat as he blurted, “Where’s my son!?” His eyes fell to the nametag on the doctor’s coat that read ‘Balthazar Milton’. He pleaded, “Please Dr. Milton!”

The doctor looked on sympathetically, yet still pushed him down gently, voice soft as he replied, “Mr. Novak, your son is safe and ok. He is in the care of your neighbors, the Winchesters while you recover”.

He finally remembered his green eyed hero, Dean Winchester, and his promise that he would take care of his son. Really, leaving his son in the company of strangers should be terrifying or worrying but in his gut, he knew that Dean would take care of his child. He just sensed that the man was safe. Hence, his heartbeat slowly calmed and he felt more relaxed, sinking into the soft mattress. He accepted the straw that was placed in his mouth which allowed him to take a good enough sip of water that soothed his rusty throat before he murmured, “I remember. Dean will take good care of him”.

“And if I know my good friend well, then I will back up your statement by saying ‘yes he will’”. Balthazar Milton smiled, setting the glass of water on the bedside table.

He found himself asking, “You know Dean?”

“Yup. Since high school. The guy is a dedicated cop and is well known by members of the community”, Balthazar stated as he went to work on giving him a checkup. The Doc uttered, “Your vitals and injuries seem to be improving as expected”.

Good. Who knows how long he has been away from his son. It honestly felt like he was missing a huge piece of him- which he had to remind himself that he probably was. His son meant the whole world to him and needed him now more than ever. He blinked a few tears from his eyes, focus on the white ceiling above as he asked, “How long have I been out?”

“A good 25 hours”.

Wow! That felt like so long ago. Too long to be away from his baby. Oh God, what if his son had nightmares or wasn’t eating well? He aimed Dr. Milton a surely restless look, stammering, “W-When can I get discharged?”

“When you are properly healed, Mr. Novak.”

He felt his stomach lurch, “And what time is that?”

Dr. Milton placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Maybe in a week’s time. Those cracked ribs need to heal”.

“No! That’s too long! I can’t be away from Jack for that long!”

Dr. Milton soothed, “Hey calm down, ok. Dean had come by last night and enquired about your progress. He informed us to give him a call when you do wake up, so he can bring Jack over to visit you”.

He once again felt his panic slipping away. All because of this….great, caring man named Dean Winchester. He would be entirely thankful to the green eyed cop. He nodded, “Ok. Please do inform Dean. I really want to see my baby”.

Dr. Milton acknowledged, “We will do that now, Mr. Novak”. The doctor then hung the clipboard by the foot of the bed after writing his assessment notes, and then instructed, “In the meantime, you get some shut eye”.

He smiled shakily, “Thank you Dr. Milton”.

He watched as the doctor walked out the room; all he thought of was ‘I can’t wait to hold my child in my arms’.



He was beyond thrilled to receive the news that Castiel had woken up and was doing exceptionally well considering the abuse he had gone through. He had asked Captain Singer (his uncle) for the rest of the day off and was now in a gift shop with Jack perched on his left hip while he paid for balloons and a yellow Teddy Bear (that had a heart on its chest and the words ‘I love you’ printed in it) - all gifts were of Jack’s idea and choosing.

He strapped Jack into the booster seat (he had just bought because Duh! It’s illegal to drive a child around without one and cop here). So yup, Baby kind of got baby proofed.

The kid’s feet were kicking up and down, excitement on his face as he squeaked, “Dean, we going to see papa now!?”

His heart honestly ached at those words, nevertheless, he put on a smile, replying, “Yes we are buddy”. He ruffled the kid’s hair making the little one giggle. He chuckled and climbed out the back seat. Once he was outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to gather his thoughts and his emotions. Once he felt he was composed, he got into Baby and drove off towards the hospital- feeling of eagerness to see Castiel Novak came swooping in to take a hold of him.


When they got to the hospital, little Jack wanted to walk with one hand in his and the other one holding the string of floating blue balloons. He was given the honor to hold the Teddy Bear Jack had named Peanut (while on the way to the hospital).

His high school friend, Bal, was waiting by the reception area. He shook the man’s hand, “Hey Bal, great to see you man”. He really didn’t know where this burst of positive energy was coming from.

Bal chuckled, “You too Dean”. The Doc than crouched to the ground, “And you must be Jack?”

Jack huddled closer to him, questioning blue eyes aimed up at him. He knew the child was feeling conflicted, so he nodded, rubbing his palm up and down Jacks back, “It’s ok buddy. This is my friend Dr. Bal. He’s the one taking care of papa in the hospital”.

Jack’s eyes immediately shot back to Bal’s. The little one asked quite enthusiastically, “You look after my papa!?”

Bal nodded, “Yes I do buddy”.

“Is papa ok!? We gots him balloons and a teddy bear!”

Bal chuckled, “Yes little one, your papa is going to be ok”.

Jack jumped excitedly on the spot, “Yay! Take me to papa, please!”

The doc ruffled the kid’s hair before he got to his feet. Balthazar cocked his head, “Follow me”.


When Jack laid eyes on his papa, the little one squealed and made a beeline for the bed. As for him, this hollowness spread within his chest as he took in the bruises and the overall fragile state of the man who was trying to smile through his obvious discomfort and pain- just for little Jack.

“Dean up!” Jack asked with one balloon occupied hand and one free hand up in the air.

He put on a smile and heaved the kid up onto the bed. His eyes filled with unshed tears (much like Castiel’s at this moment) as little Jack melted into his papa’s warm embrace. The fragile man couldn’t stop his tears from overflowing as he hugged his baby close, choking out, “Oh I missed you my sweetheart”.

Then Castiel’s blue eyes met his, nodding, “Thank you Dean”.

He could only swallow the lump in his throat and smile shakily, “You’re welcome Castiel”.

Jack then pulled away from the hug and started wiping at his papa’s wet cheeks, “Don’t cry papa”. The little one handed over the strings of balloons, “We brought you balloons and a teddy bear to cheer you up!”

Castiel clasped at his heart, “Why thank you so much. These gifts really make me happy sweetheart”. The blue eyed angel then glanced at him once more, “These are wonderful Dean. Thank you”.

All he could do was nod and watch with a swollen heart as the blue eyed angel showered his son with affection.

What finally tugged strongly at his heartstrings was when little Jack laid a peck on his papa’s bruised cheek, “Don’t worry papa. I'll make the boo boo’s go away….you’ll see”.

He watched the blue eyed angel’s smile wobble. Who knew what was going on in the man’s mind after listening to those innocent, protective and loving words of his 4 year old. But Castiel’s next two words had him promising that he was going to ensure that the monster next door gets his just deserts. And those words were…..

My Hero.


Chapter Text

Luke Novak

He was currently held up in Cell 2B of the Sioux Falls Precinct. He had been in this tiny cell for the last 3 days- well according to his counting with absolutely no luck in getting bail. His lawyer has tried repeatedly, however, the application was constantly denied. He had to wonder who in the hell had managed to somehow convince the justice system that he couldn't be released?

He was furious. He was in the same clothes, he sat on the same damn dingy bed, he was tired of staring at the cement walls of his holding cell, he hated using the damn exposed toilet and he despised the food he had been given. He was a prominent business man; how could this happen to him? How could he treated this way? How could he be compared to the dirty scum that was locked up here?

Then there was the thought of his husband and that little brat who always made his blood boil. They both got what they deserved and he wished there had been more he could have done before that stupid cop showed up. That cop who trespassed into his home and assaulted him. Yes! He was going to ruin that cop’s life for good.

He was going to get his revenge on all of them; Castiel, Jack and that cop! Mark his words!

He was interrupted from his thoughts when a Cajun type accent sounded, “Mr. Novak, Your lawyer is here to see you”. He looked to see the all too familiar burly looking cop, Benny Lafitte, who was unlocking the cell door. All the while the man uttered, “Please stand a meter from the cell, hands out in front of you”.

He sighed and did as he was told. While the cop secured the cuffs on his wrists, he smirked at the man, “I’m sure I’d be getting out of these things today”. He knew his lawyer would have come up with something this time around.

Benny just shot him an unamused look, humming, “Mhmm”.

Fucking dimwit. He hissed at how tight Benny had put the cuffs on and shot the man a dirty look, “This is abuse!”

All Benny did was aim him a lopsided grin, “That’s the rules for any child, woman or husband basher in this precinct. Extra tight cuffs are the exception for you bunch”. He scowled as he was being led off to the all too familiar precinct interrogation room where he would meet his lawyer.

As he entered the room, there was not one but two lawyers. One was really tall- and looked somewhat familiar, while the other was his very familiar stout lawyer in an expensive Armani suit- Fergus McLeod aka. Crowley.  

He was released from his handcuffs, shooting Benny a final unimpressed face. The man rolled his eyes at him before he turned and clapped the tall one on the back, “Hey Sam. Glad you’re here. See you around”. This ‘Sam’ smiled and nodded at the Cajun accent officer, “See you around, Benny”.

Once everything was settled and they had all taken their seats, this ‘Sam’ stuck a hand out- expression stoic and dead serious, “Mr. Novak. I’m Sam Winchester of Havelle’s Law Firm and Castiel Novak’s Lawyer”.

He ignored the man’s hand. His skin sizzled and his anger grew. He spat out, “How did that bitch afford a lawyer from an expensive law firm like yours?”

Sam sat up straight and threaded his fingers atop the table, “Well Mr. Novak, my law firm is well known for representing victims of domestic and/or child abuse with costs taken care of by the state”.

He seethed and shot a glare at Crowley, “Then why is he here!?”

Before Crowley could answer, Mr. Winchester answered, “I have been requested by Mr. McLeod to clarify the inability of bail to you. As Mr. Fergus has applied on your behalf for the third time yesterday but had the bail application denied by Judge Rufus Turner”.

He thumped the side of his fist on the table, “What!? Why!?”

Sam still remained undeterred. The man replied, “Well Mr. Novak. The state takes Domestic Violence and Child Abuse very seriously. Henceforth, due to the severity of the crimes committed which one of them landed Mr. Castiel Novak in hospital with serious injuries and the long term traumatic effects on the child, coupled with the town judge seeing their safety as paramount- it has been decided that your right to bail be revoked and you are to be moved into Sioux Falls Remand Center whereby you will await your court case”.

He gripped the edge of the table hard, gritting his teeth, “This is not fair!” He shot Crowley a glare, “Do something!”

Crowley sighed, “Apologies Mr. Novak but my hands are tied, particularly, since it’s been revealed by the victim that the abuse has been going on for a number of years and that he fears for the safety of his child and he”.

That traitorous bitch!

He barked, “That bitch is lying! This was the first time and on top of that, he has no evidence to prove his convictions!”

Sam jumped in, “Actually, he does”.

It was like he was socked one in the gut. It felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs as he gasped, “What!?”

Sam leaned in, hazel eyes burned into his, “See Mr.Castiel Novak was smart enough to take pictures of the bruises and marks on his body of the times he was abused, combined with the scars and fractures that have healed overtime as examined by doctors. That’s as far as I will tell you”. Sam got up, and gave a firm nod, “I’ll see you in court Mr. Novak”.

His heart was palpitating hard as he watched the tall man walk away without a glance back. He swallowed and aimed Crowley a questioning look, muttering, “You can do something about this,  right? I mean, I am rich and can afford it. Surely, my wealth has got to count for something”.

Crowley shook his head, “Unfortunately Mr. Novak, your wealth does not count when it comes to Judge Rufus Turner. He believes in what he sees and is a hard advocate when it comes to violence of any form, particularly, if said violence is inflicted on children, spouses or partners”. The stout man sighed, “We have no other choice but to build up a good case to present on your first court appearance”.

Guess he had no other choice then. He shrugged, snipping out, “Fine! But you’ll be able to defeat Sam Winchester, right?”

Crowley was silent for a good 30 seconds and to him that wasn’t a good response. Apparently, he was getting frustrated. He grit out, “Right Crowley?” He thumped his fist on the table top once more, “Answer me!”

Crowley actually looked weary and hesitant. The man cleared his throat, “Well, we will certainly give it all we’ve got Mr. Novak”.


“But, Sam Winchester is one of the best prosecutors in the whole state and till date has never lost a case. He is a ferocious man when it comes to fighting for his clients and will give it the best he’s got. That means he’s going to gather all witnesses- from the victims, to those who saw the abuse first hand and the evidences he has to present from doctors viewpoints and analysts”.

He swallowed. Well that didn’t sound good at all.


Chapter Text


Every time he spent around little Jack was rejuvenating and at the same time reminded him of his own abusive past.

 It wasn’t exactly easy to think of the times his dad used to beat on his mother and he- between the ages of 5 to 10. His trauma did not stop after his dad was arrested for the murder of his mother- it carried on all the way to the courtroom where he was key witness to all the years of abuse and eventual murder of his mother. It was mandatory-if his father was to be locked up for good. In the end, the evidence he had provided along with the coroners medical reports were sufficient enough to throw the man behind bars for life.

Then the healing process truly begun. He was referred to see child psychologists for at least 2 years- which helped him somewhat cope with his trauma. He was also taken in by his mother’s older sister, Elizabeth, whose family showered him with love and warmth.

He never wished a child go through what he has been through. It was not fair and would leave a permanent scar deep within the mind- whether you have gone through therapy or even if you are much happier surrounded by those that care for you. It never really goes away.

That’s the reason his heart would cringe or he forced himself to hold back tears whenever he glanced at Jack’s angelic face. Who knew what lay beneath? The little one was going to be dragged through the muck before things got better.

And there was nothing he could do about it- it’s all in the name of justice being served. The only thing he could provide was comfort in those tough times ahead- for both Castiel and little Jack. When he looked at it, he was thankful for the people in his life that helped him move on.

If anything; he was thankful for Sam. Even if Sam entered his life 10 years after the abuse- his lover was his greatest strength. Not his psychiatrist, not his aunt’s family- but his husband. He was still broken when Sam entered his life 2 years back and he gave his then boyfriend one hell of a rough time- pushing him away, saying hurtful things, looking for ways to end the relationship…every possible thing anyone could think of just so they could drive a wedge between them and someone who cares for them (all because he felt he didn’t deserve such a good life).

But his sweet, strong, big, Sam was like a persistent dog with a bone to dig up. The man never left his side- continuously showering him with love, showing up for him whenever he was in his worst of states, swallowing the hurtful words he would spew out. Eventually, he fell hard for the man and realized that he did deserve something good in his life- he and Sam both did. So he bucked up and proved to Sam just how much he truly cared- that included him getting down on one knee in the middle of a packed restaurant and asking for the man’s hand in marriage.

And here they were today- happily wed and not regretting a single moment.

Then there was Dean.

He knew deep within- that Dean was going to play a huge role in little Jack and Castiel’s life. He could see how dedicated Dean had become with little Jack and even with Castiel who was still in the hospital. Even Sam agreed with him.

Dean had grown attached within a short span of time.

He came to stop by Jack’s room, leaning against the door- choosing to remain quiet as he observed the interactions between little Jack and Dean (who was seated on Jack’s bed, leaning against the little headboard with Jack’s snuggled into his chest while he held a story book titled ‘The Love of Apple Pie’ before them).

It was the most precious and sweetest sight he has ever laid eyes on.

Dean rested his chin lightly on the top of Jack’s head, “So which one’s your favorite pie, Mr. Carpenter Man? Asked the baker. Mr. Carpenter Man replied, ‘Can I have the biggest piece of Apple Pie, Mr. Baker?’ Mr. Baker offered the BIGGEST, ROUNDEST Apple pie he had to Mr. Carpenter Man. Mr. Carpenter Man had the biggest smile on his face, ‘Thank you Mr. Baker. Now, I will go home and share my apple pie with my family’. The End.”

Dean closed the story book, “So what do you think buddy?”

Jack tilted his head up, lazy blue eyes meeting the underside of Dean’s chin. There was a slur in the little one’s voice as he replied, “I- ove- apple- ie- too”. The little one’s eye lids began to droop shut.

Dean chuckled lightly, before laying the children’s book on the white nightstand. He cradled the little one’s head with his large palm to his chest, murmuring softly while he stared at the space themed wall ahead, “Mhmm, kiddo. I love apple pie too”.

He was on the verge of melting into goo as he watch the little one’s eyes finally shut while the tiny mouth opened to suck air in. Also, Dean was an even cute sight to behold as the man secured the kid in his arms, head leaning against the wall as his eyes begun to flutter to a close.

“Now, that’s called a picture perfect moment”, Sam softly said beside him- holding up his phone and catching a snap of the sweet sight before him.

His husband had just arrived back from work- suit a little disarrayed and eyes reflecting tiredness. He cuddled into his husband’s side, laying his head into the crook of Sam’s neck and shoulder. He wrapped his arms around his husbands mid waist whilst continuing to stare fondly (much like his husband) at the adorable pair before them. He muttered, “Dean’s grown fond of Jack. It’s sweet”.

Sam nodded, “Yes he certainly has. It’ll be good for both Jack and my brother”.

He murmured, “How was the visit to the kid’s dad, hon?”

“Well, the man was and is a complete arrogant jerk. He is so sure he will get out of this without a scratch or because of his wealth”.

His heart actually squeezed. He hoped the latter wasn’t the direction they were headed towards. Nevertheless, he had full faith in his husband because fact is, Sam was good at what he does. He was actually the best youngest attorney in the whole nearby 5 states and that’s saying something. Despite all his confidence in his husband, he asked, “Do you think he will win this, Sam?”

Sam’s voice was clear in its firmness when he simply stated, “Never! I won’t let him!”

That was good enough an answer for him.

He lifted his head and kissed the corner of his husband’s lips, “Come on. Let’s go have a warm bath and then some dinner, love”.

“Is it too much if I asked for a massage too?” Sam pulled him into that chiselled chest as hazel eyes met his brown eyes. A small smile playing on his husbands lips.

He chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, “Oh I’ll give you one hell of a massage, my love”. He met his husband halfway with a tender brush of lips.

Sam whispered against his lips, “I love you, baby”.

“I love you too, the heartbeat of my life”.


Chapter Text

Sioux Fall Sheriff’s Department


“Hey Cher! What you doing here?” his longtime best friend/work colleague/partner, Benny, shot a raised brow at him, while setting some papers on his own desk. “Didn’t the Cap. give you the week off”.

His eyes didn’t stray from the hallway that led to the holding cells, “I heard the child abuser and husband basher is still here?”

Benny’s eyebrows lifted in realization. The man replied in a tone laced with hesitation, “Ah, yeah. The town remand center is full, so it’s been decided that he be kept here till his court hearing”.

His eyes drifted off to Bobby’s office, seeing his uncle/boss shouting into his phone. Perfect! He got up from his seat, clapping Benny on the shoulder, “Cover for me”.

“Cher, I don’t think it’s wise for you to be in close proximity to the perp”.

He walked backwards, smirk in place, “Ain’t gonna do nothing to him Benny. Just want to meet this asshole eye to eye”. He added, “Promise, I’ll stay behind the iron bars”.

Benny huffed, “Fine! What do ya want me to tell the Cap if he asks for you, hmm?”

“Tell him I needed to hit the Can real bad”.

“Mm Hm. You’re going to make the perp shit himself, huh?”

He winked, “You know me too well, partner”.


“Hey Garth!”

The young thin rookie on prisoner monitoring duty, halted his typing and glanced up. The kid smiled, “Hey Dean!”

“How’s work?”

Garth shrugged, “It kinda sucks being the newbie who gets the desk job but...“. The kid’s face brightened as he chirpily announced, “But I got to make one arrest with Donna, so that’s awesome!”

“Riiigght!” He clapped his hands together in mock realization, “You helped Donna out with the arrest of Mr. Novak! The way you handled the douche, great job!”

“Thanks Dean!” The kids face then darkened, lower jaw jutting out, “That asshole deserves to spend a lifetime in prison. How can someone deliberately harm an innocent child and spouse?”

Those words tugged at his heartstrings. He had seen first-hand how affected little Jack and Cas were due to Mr. Novak’s actions.

“Well bud, there are just some monsters out there that don’t give a damn whether their actions are right or wrong nor who they harm”. He nodded lightly, “As for Mr. Novak, he’ll get what’s coming to him”.

“Well the faster, the better”. Garth narrowed his eyes to the last cell on the right side, “Seeing the assholes face just….pisses me off!”

He actually began to admire the kid. Nevertheless, anyone with a moral compass and the right mindset would feel the same as Garth. He used the opportunity to ask, “The asshole is in the last cell, right?”

“Yup!” Garth spat out with disgust laced in his tone.

He squinted his eyes, laying a hand on the kids shoulder, “You know what Garth. Why don’t you go get yourself a cup of coffee and a 15 minute break? I’ll man the fort till you get back”.

The kid looked a little hesitant, “Are you sure?”

He gave his most charming smile- that practically worked on anyone. “Yeah I’m sure”.

The kid’s face morphed into an almost angelic bright eyed smile, “Thank you, Dean”.

“No problem bud. We take care of our own”.

The latter sentence now included Cas and Jack.


The instant he laid eyes on the asshole- sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head lowered between the hunches of his shoulders while studying his joined hands in a faraway stare- had his blood boiling.

He was itching to open the cell, stalk in and knock a few more teeth loose. It was less than what the man deserved but at least the asshole will experience what it’s like to meet a man who will fight back.

Fucking asshole!

Anyway, he had roughly another 10 minutes to spare before Garth returned or worse case Bobby notices something’s up.

Time to do some damage.

His tone carried absolutely no humor as he asked, “How’s the jaw?”

Luke Novak instantly sat up, eyes squinting in concentration at him. After a few seconds, realization gripped the man- confusion turned to burning anger. The man stood up, blurting, “You!”

“Yes me.” He added on as if lazy. He knew he couldn’t do anything to the guy so the next best thing he was good at was annoying the heck out of someone, so he nodded his head towards the cot, “Bed springs ain’t so nice on the butt, huh?”

The man’s top lip lifted into an ugly sneer.

“I demanded they change my mattress! Your run down precinct will be hearing from my lawyer about the unfavorable cell and bed conditions”.

Man this guy was actually freaken stupid.

“And what makes you think you get special treatment, hmm?”

“I am a well-known businessman!” The man had the nerve to bark, “I am better than all these low lives in these cells! In fact! I’m better than this whole damn lowlife town and if I were to throw my money into the right hands then you can be rest assured I will be freed!”  The asshole then muttered, “And I guarantee that the next to be dragged through the massive pile of shit will be my snitch-bitch of a husband, that little whiny brat and YOU!”

Ok that was it. He was done with being careful with his words.

A growl that sounded feral tore out of him.

“If you think about hurting Cas and Jack…” He leaned in, voice dangerously low,  “I’ll make sure they never find your useless corpse again”.

He watched the man take a step back. There was a hint of weariness on the man’s features.

“You wouldn’t have the guts to do that, OFFICER!” The man challenged.

He narrowed his eyes on the guy, tone as cold as ice, “I'm a man of my word, Mr. Novak”.

He watched the man’s adam’s apple bob. Good, message received loud and clear.

He smiled coldly, “Enjoy the rest of your stay, Jackass! After all, you ain’t going to be this comfortable when you get locked up in a real prison”. He shrugged, “Let’s just say your money ain’t worth shit there and the cells are a little cramped”. He winked, “If you catch my drift”.

The horror on the man’s face was worth this little tormenting visit.

He turned his back on the man, saying over his shoulder, “Don’t shit yourself, yeah”.

“You asshole!”

He never smiled so hard before at being called something crass.


Chapter Text


He was overwhelmed by the swift responses of the town stakeholders. They all have been very helpful and supportive. In the last week he has been visited by the police, the hospital counselor, social services and lawyers (Sam and Meg).

All seem intimidating in some way and every time he was insanely worried but then Sam, Dean and his son would always make him feel better- always saying not to worry and that everything was going to be ok.

He was mostly almost healed or in 90% recovery now. So all he waited for was the doctor’s permission to discharge him. Now another worry festered- where would he go? Should he just go back to the home that filled him with bad memories and still terrified him? What was the future of him and his son?

“Hey”, a gruff voice broke through his worrisome thoughts.

His eyes immediately shot to the door, he let out a relieved sigh to see Dean standing there with a soft smile on his face. The room was just bright enough to provide enough lighting to take in the beauty of the man (which he still wasn’t used to) before him- those grass green eyes, those long lashes, that sandy blonde hair, those very sharp cheekbones, perfect full lips and that very strong jaw.

God the man looked good in his jeans, red and black checkered flannel and boots.

He snapped out of it when Dean began to walk towards his bed. He hoped he wasn’t blushing like an idiot as he replied, “Hey Dean”. His eyes caught the wall clock and it read 11pm. He frowned, “Dean it’s late”.

The man looked adorable as he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah um- I was just on my way home after my shift and um- I wanted to check on you first”.

His heart warmed, “That’s very kind of you Dean. But I’m…fine”. He could feel his previous worries begin to slowly creep in.

“Cas what’s wrong?”

He aimed a shaky smile at the concerned man, “I don’t want to trouble you with my insecurities Dean. You have done more than enough for my son and me”.

The handsome man moved in closer, placing a hand on his and thumbing lightly on the back of his knuckles- the pleasant tingles and sparks travelling up his arm while the butterflies in his belly fluttered. The man’s green eyes were sincere and truthful as he said, “Cas, you are not of any trouble to me, Sam and Gabe. We are always going to be there for you and Jack”.

“But you barely know us…or me….Dean”.

Dean shrugged, “Then I plan on getting to know you and Jack better”. There was a pink tinge that was slowly climbing up the man’s neck, “If you’ll allow me of course?”

He wanted to. He really did but somehow it all just felt like too much for him to handle at this moment seeing as he currently had a lot on his plate. It wouldn’t be fair on Dean, he and Jack. He placed his other hand atop Dean’s, “Dean. As much as I want to explore these feelings I have towards you, I feel that it’s just not the right time”. He watched how the man looked a little uncomfortable and set-aside so he quickly uttered, “But, once everything is settled, I would definitely want to explore whatever this is between us. I enjoy your company Dean and I really like you so please understand that this is for the best”.

He watched as the man’s face reflected a calmness and some sort of mutual understanding. The man brought his hand up to his lips, kissing the back of his knuckles, eyes holding his as he murmured, “I will wait for you Cas. For you and Jack, I will”.

He honestly wanted to say ‘Fuck it! Let’s just explore these feelings now’ but he knew he couldn’t. He had to be strong and hold himself back. There was this craving to be with Dean because he has hardly felt appreciated or loved by his husband plus his son has seemed to develop a fondness to the green eyed man and whenever he saw their interactions it would remind him of a father-son relationship. Oh how hard decisions can be. He smiled, “Thank you Dean”.

“No. Thank you Cas”.

He sighed and stared off into the wall, his hands now fisting the covers. He knew Dean was watching him but that didn't deter his mind from reeling back into the worrisome thoughts. He found himself blurting, “Where do me and my son start? Where do we even go from here?”

“Cas. What are you referring to?”

He met Dean’s furrowed look. He ended up just saying the truth, “Dean. I won’t subject my son to our traumatizing home environment. We need to find a place to settle in, preferably an apartment. I um- I have some money saved up but…until then-“. He huffed and let his head fall back into his pillow, “I don’t know. Maybe we can stay in a motel for a couple of days”.

“Or you can come stay with me Cas”.

His eyes immediately captured those genuine green eyes, he sat up and shook his head, “No Dean! You have done way more than enough! I really don’t want to impose on your lives!”

“Cas please.  Jack already has his very own room in Gabe’s and I have a guest room in mine that can be put to use”.

“No Dean I couldn’t!” He really didn’t want to be overloading the Winchesters with his own personal problems. They have already gone above and beyond for him and it just wouldn’t feel right- it wouldn’t be fair.

The warm hand he felt on his shoulder made him calm some. Dean murmured, “Cas. Please think about it. Just until you find an apartment. Then you can move if you want”.

If you want?

 He felt this heaviness in his chest at Dean’s words, tears clouding his vision as he said, “Dean I don’t want to be a burden on you and your family”.

He felt the mattress dip beside him, a warm arm circling his shoulder. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean into the warm firm chest. From here he could smell the light cologne of the man and wanted to melt as the man rested his chin atop his head. Dean rubbed at his bicep to provide some sort of calm (which was working) as he spoke, “You and Jack are not a burden Cas but a blessing to all of us”. Dean chuckled and this rumbling sound erupted from the man’s chest- soothing him further, “You know, Gabe is fond of the little one and can’t stop dressing him up in very creative adorable clothes and making sure he eats well- like stuffs him, Sam dotes on the kid and spends half his time at home teaching him lawyer stuff- FYI your son is very keen on knowing a lot about putting the bad guys in jail and then…..there’s me, I look for him the instant I’m home- it’s just….I won’t feel settled until I see him and if I’m lucky I get to play catch the football with him, take him to the park or out for ice-creams or milkshakes and the best part is read him bedtime stories”.

He couldn’t help the tear that crept down his cheek, his heart squeezing a little as he muttered, “That’s all I ever wanted for my son. To feel cherished and loved”.

He closed his eyes as Dean laid a kiss on the top of his head, mumbling into his hair, “Please stay Cas?”

He found himself feeling peaceful and content as he responded, “Ok Dean. We’ll stay until we find a place of our own”.

“Thank you”.

He could feel it came from the bottom of Dean’s heart- most importantly it reached into his very soul.

For the first time in a long time- he looked forward to the road ahead.


Chapter Text

Castiel had been welcomed into the Winchester’s household with open arms the day after Dean had paid him a late visit in the hospital. He was truly overwhelmed when he saw that the Winchesters had gone the extra mile and held a ‘welcome home’ dinner with Gabriel’s delicious home cooked meals.

Castiel would smile every time he thought of Gabriel. The short man was always jovial; always cracking up jokes, dancing whilst he prepared dinner, whistling away happily- at times waving his lollipop in the air and would always flirt with his husband openly.

It was sweet seeing two people so in love, showing each other respect.

It was definitely something he had with Luke when they first started dating until it stopped after marriage.

Maybe someday you will have what Sam and Gabe have Castiel.


His eyes would drift over to his son and Dean who were deeply concentrated on a snakes and ladders game, on the dining room table. He watched as Dean rolled the dice and then started moving his piece while counting out loud. The man’s eyes began to widen, stumbling out, “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!” The man then thunked his forehead on the table top while his son was squealing and clapping excitedly as he said, “Yeah! The snake swallowed you, now you got to go all the way down and start over!”

His son’s delighted giggles had him laughing fondly at the pair; Jack looking proud while Dean pouted at his kid.

“He is so adorable”, came Gabe’s voice.

Castiel glanced over at Gabe who was leaning against the kitchen island with a fond expression aimed at Jack. He nodded, “Yeah he is. You should see him play monopoly”.

Gabe aimed Castiel an intrigued look, “Seriously?”

Castiel added with a tinge of sadness, “I always try to give my son the best childhood he can have. I was too weak to play run around and my…husband never allowed us to go outside so I couldn’t play catch with him”. He sighs and looks at his baby boy, “I resorted to board games we both found interesting and maybe a little drawing time or playing indoor hide and seek”.

It was quiet for at least a minute till Gabriel placed a hand on his, saying, “Hey Cas”.

Castiel aimed watery eyes at Gabe who was looking back at him with a calm expression but deep in those eyes you could see the sadness. The blonde said, “You have raised a beautiful son and have done a good job protecting him”.

Castiel felt the tears cascade down his face, “I don’t think I have Gabe. Everyday-“. He choked out, “Everyday he was subjected to the spiteful words of his dad, mostly aimed at me. Then it was the physical and sexual violence- though my son never understood what his naked dad was doing to his papa”.

Gabriel came over to his side, pulling him into a warm hug. The man soothed him by rubbing his back, “Shh Cas. It’s going to be ok from now on”.

“How do you know?” Castiel sobbed into the man’s shoulder.

“Because you got out. Because you said enough was enough and you decided to open up to the lawyers, doctors and the police about what Luke has been doing to you and your son these past few years. Ain’t no way will Luke be able to escape charges laid against him”. Gabriel added, “It takes a lot of willpower and courage to do that Cas”.

Castiel pulled away and swiped at his tears, wobbly smile aimed at Gabriel, “Thank you Gabriel”. He took a peek at the duo seated at the table, “How do I help my baby now? I hear he’s been having sleepless nights at times”.

Gabriel nodded, sadly looking at Jack, “He is one strong kid Castiel. Children will surprise you with their resilience at this age and I must say the sleepless nights are now lessening”. The man then continued, “But as a victim of child abuse once during my childhood, I would say, the best way to recover would be to talk to someone”.

Castiel aimed Gabriel searching and awestruck eyes. This amazing individual was a survivor. He found himself analyzing Gabriel’s latter suggestion. He clarified, “You mean, talk to someone as in a therapist?”

“Yes. I believe they would be able to help Jack and you. At least to get past these difficult times, the emotional and mental trauma associated with prolonged violence. It would be good”.

To Castiel, it made sense. He had even contemplated seeing a counselor after the last visit by one in the hospital. He spared his giggling son another glance. Who knows what his little one is going through underneath all that smiles and laughter? He gnawed at his bottom lip, “Do you know of any good therapist who deals with both children and adults?”

“I most certainly do”, Gabriel beamed. “I’ll relay the information first thing in the morning so you can call her up to set appointments for both you and Jack”.

“Thank you Gabe”.

“You’re welcome sweetie”, Gabriel gave him one final squeeze on his forearm before heading over to the cupboards, prying it open and mumbling something about ‘Ingredients for pie’. He was truly thankful for all the help he was currently getting.

“Papa!” Came Jack’s voice.

He looked over at his kid who was waving him over while saying, “Come play with us!”

He chuckled and headed towards a still pouting Dean and his overjoyed son. He sat down by his son’s side, brow raised, “What’s happening?”

“Dean keeps losing and I keep winning!” Jack clarified with no sign of distress noted. “Will you play with us papa? I need tough competition!”

“Hey!” Dean folded his arms along his chest looking like a petulant child about to throw a tantrum. “I’m good competition”.

“But the snake keeps swallowing you!” Jack huffed.

“Those snakes are meanies”, Dean pouted further. “They love to pick on me”.

Castiel chuckled at the absolutely adorable scene before him. He knew Dean was just playing around because partially it made Jack feel on top of the world. He said, “Don’t worry Dean. We will try to bring the king of ‘snakes and ladders’ down together”.

“Who says you’ll defeat me!? I’m a ninja!” Jack added flamboyantly.

Dean smirked, rubbing his hands together, “Let’s do this Cas!”

His heart thrummed at the carefree nature on both Dean and his son’s features. Again it reminded him of a father-son bond. He willed down his excited heart and challenged, “Let’s do this!”

“Bring it!” Jack cockily added before the little one couldn’t contain himself and burst into a fit of giggles.

Yeah. Things were improving.