Open up to Me

Castiel is afraid to leave the house. His therapist and brother help him to make friends, resulting in meeting Dean, a shy mute, who might just be the only one capable of getting him to come out of his shell. | a Destiel fanfic with some Sabriel on the side | 39694 words |


20. Chapter 19

Open up to Me

Chapter 19


Half past seven came and went. Gabriel and Sam were late. That made Castiel uncomfortable. He'd set the table, dressed in his smartest casual attire and waited patiently to serve dinner which was currently keeping warm in the stove on low settings.

It was thirty-four minutes past when Dean came downstairs with an apologetic look. He knew how anal Castiel was about attendance, but he'd taken longer in the shower than he'd expected. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Castiel pacing in the kitchen. He was wearing a white shirt with a navy sweater over the top, and dress pants. Dean didn't understand what was so special about a dinner like this, but he didn't ask. He didn't want to stress Castiel out further. Besides, he looked nice.

Dean got Castiel's attention, pressing the palms of his hands to Castiel's hips to hold him still. He pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and leant his chin against Castiel's shoulder, "R-Relax. Ev... Ev-er-y-thing looks g-great. Y-Yourself included," Dean assured, voice a little softer after practicing that little bit more often. Thanks to Castiel.

Castiel took a deep breath and sighed, sagging against Dean heavily. "I-I just want everything to go right. This is important to me. T-To us." Castiel couldn't see Dean's face from this angle but he hoped the other would understand what he was saying. Dean didn't. To him, it was just dinner and he didn't understand what made it so special.

Dean would probably regret to ask this but he had to know. "W-Why?" he asked softly, holding Castiel close to show him he wanted to be on his side. He just needed to help him get there. But even so, that didn't stop the small whimper escape Castiel at the thought of his boyfriend not knowing why this was so special.

"This'll be our first dinner all together, Dean," Castiel said, voice small as he clutched at Dean's arms which held him protectively. "We've got no parents, uncles or aunts. It's just the four of us. This is all we've got and tonight we celebrate what little we've got by coming together as a family."

Dean had never thought of it that way. He and Sam had always been close. They never needed anyone else as long as they were together. But now, thinking about it, Gabriel would be his new brother, dragging Castiel along with him too. Four brothers who throughout it all managed to stick together. Castiel was right. They'd be family now. And it'd be perfect.

There was a knock at the door and Dean kissed Castiel's cheek before going into the hall to answer it. Gabriel and Sam were stood there with big loopy grins on their faces, watching Dean intently. Obviously Gabriel had told Sam about the whole 'Cas said I love you' thing. Dean just waved back awkwardly at them before stepping aside to let them in.

"Hey Deano, why don't you and I go down to the basement, pick out some wine for this meal. Huh?" Gabriel was barely in the door and was already steering Dean down towards the basement before he could even answer him. Sam stayed upstairs, shrugging out of his coat and scarf and greeted Castiel with a warm smile and helped him serve dinner for them all.

Gabriel had gotten Dean down to the basement, looking around absently at his brother's wine collection, before pulling out a bottle and observed it curiously. "Hmm. Yeah this could go well with my brother's unrequited love. What do you think? Maybe once we're done with the wine, you can use the shards of glass from the bottle to dig nice and deep into my little brother's heart and watch him bleed to death, huh?" Gabriel said casually, Dean would never get used to that. His eyes widened in shock as he looked over Gabriel's calm appearance.

It's not unrequited.

Gabriel rose an eyebrow. "Listen, kid. My little brother is all I got. I just wanna make sure you know what you're messin' around with here. I'm marrying your brother. We're gonna be together a lot. If you're gonna turn around and just break my little Cassie's heart, then do it now. Before he gets in his head that you actually love him back."

"I do," Dean snapped, angry with Gabriel for assuming he'd string Castiel along like this.

For a long time Gabriel just stared wide-eyed at Dean. It took Dean a while to catch up with what just happened before he covered a hand to his mouth and shook his head. He wasn't supposed to talk yet. Not like this. Not to Gabriel. He was supposed to surprise him at the wedding. Him and Sam. Oh God. Sam.

"P-P-Please do-don't tell S-Sammy," he begged, on the verge of tears. He'd ruined everything. This was supposed to be a surprise. He'd worked so hard to get this far with his vocals and he'd gone and blown everything at the wrong moment.

Meanwhile upstairs Sam was talking to Castiel about Dean. "I'm glad you guys are getting along so well," Sam said, putting the plates on the table as Castiel served the food out of the pot. "But y'know... things are too complicated for me to be your therapist anymore. I don't think I can provide that professional opinion anymore seeing as we're family and everything... but that doesn't mean I'm not here to listen to you if you still need someone to talk to."

Castiel was aware of this. He and Sam hadn't spoken as client and therapist in the upcoming months to the wedding. The thing was, he didn't need Sam that way anymore. He was better than he had been in a long time and that was all because of Dean. "Thank you," he said softly. "I-I'd appreciate that."

Sam gave him a warm smile, grateful his soon to be brother-in-law understood he meant his best by what he'd said. He truly did care for Castiel. That's why he felt it was best he was no longer his therapist. Having to talk about Castiel and Dean's relationship would have been awkward, for both of them.

"Fucking liar," Gabriel spat, his voice could be heard from the dining room and it was getting closer. Sam and Castiel shared a look, wondering what was going on. A loud thud echoed through the room as Gabriel pushed Dean onto the floor. Both Sam and Castiel stared at Gabriel in shock.

"What the hell, Gabe?!" Sam yelled as Castiel suddenly knelt by Dean's side, cupping his face to check him over. He could already see a bruise forming over his right cheekbone from where Gabriel had hit him. Dean wouldn't meet Castiel's eyes, looking at the floor in shame and embarrassment.

"He can talk, Sam. The little shit has been lying to us since day one," Gabriel said, arms flailing everywhere, making Castiel gather Dean up in his arms and hold him protectively. His brother had always had a bit of a temper but he'd never been so close to the receiving end of it before. And that frightened him.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." Castiel counted slowly, whispering into Dean's ear, trying to calm them both down whilst Sam tried to calm down Gabriel.

"He's a mute, Gabe. What the hell's gotten into you?" Sam grunted, pushing himself between the two men on the floor and Gabriel. "Is this really about Dean?" Sam accused, crossing his arms. "Or is this about you? You know, you've been acting like a spoilt brat ever since I popped the question. You'll do anything just to get my attention."

Gabriel crossed his arms, trying not to let their height difference intimidate him. "Hey," he protested angrily. "That's a completely different thing, babe. And I do that crazy shit because I love you. I want you to pay attention to me so I know you love me too. But this time it ain't about me. This is about him," he said, pointing stroppily at the man in his brother's arms. "He can actually talk, Sam. He's not a mute. He can talk just like you and me."

Castiel's eyes widened as he looked down at Dean, biting his lip. "Y-You told him?" he asked quietly to Dean. He'd thought Dean was keeping it a secret until he was ready. Even then. He thought he'd tell Sam before he told Gabriel.

Sam stiffened. He'd heard Castiel speak. It was faint, but he'd heard it. "W-What?" he whispered, afraid to turn around and look at Dean. "I-Is that true?" he asked over his shoulder, looking away from everyone in the room. He felt isolated. Years, years, he'd spent, telling Dean he'd be okay. That it was okay to be different and this whole time he could talk? He felt sick. His own brother didn't trust him enough to hear him speak.

Dean looked up at Castiel pleadingly. Asking him to be his voice. Sam wouldn't look at him. He couldn't speak aloud. Not like this. He bit his lip painfully, tears forming in his eyes. Castiel nodded in understanding, stroking a hand over Dean's face carefully, trying to keep them both calm.

"Y-Yes," Castiel said, voice quiet and soft. "But h-he's only just started talking. H-He's been trying really hard. F-For you." Dean nodded, letting Castiel know he'd said the right thing. He snuggled up to Castiel, burying the side of his face against Castiel's chest to hide his tears if his brother ever decided to turn around and face him.

Gabriel remained quiet, feeling guilty for being so harsh on Dean. He didn't know. He'd thought it'd been years... not months. He gave Sam a soft look, trying to be supportive as they found out the truth. Sam ignored Gabriel for now. He'd understand. He needed to tend to his brother first. "Dean?" he asked softly, turning around to kneel beside the two men on the floor curled up in one another.

Dean bit his lip, sniffling quietly as he turned to face his brother. He was still holding onto Castiel tightly, afraid he might get hit again. He shook his head a few times trying to get a sound out but it was hard. He was under pressure. He couldn't do it on demand.

Thankfully, Sam seemed to understand. "It's okay, Dean. I'm not mad. I still love you. No matter what," he said softly before standing up to get some ice from the kitchen for Dean's face. Gabriel followed him, leaving Castiel and Dean alone. He was still upset Dean never said anything. They were brothers. If Dean was to trust anyone. It should be him. Still. He had Castiel. At least he could trust someone with this. He was glad it was him. He knew Castiel was good for him.

Dean sobbed openly then. Two of the most important people in his life had told him they loved him. He didn't want to see them get hurt because of that. He loved them both... but he doubted he'd ever be able to say it aloud. Not properly anyway. Castiel was running a gentle hand through his hair, trying to keep Dean calm. "I'm sorry it happened like this, Dean," he whispered quietly into his hair. "But we still all love you and we're here for you. Okay?"

Dean managed a small nod and Castiel kissed his forehead tenderly, making Dean whimper a little under the intensity of Castiel's love and affection. A moment later, Gabriel returned with a pack of ice wrapped in a towel. His way of apologizing for hitting him. Dean looked hesitant but took the icepack carefully.

"Sorry about that, kiddo," Gabriel said softly. "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions. I just got mad, y'know? Thought you were trying to play us." He stepped away, going back to Sam who'd entered the room too. Dean nodded softly, letting Castiel take the ice from his hand and place it gently against his cheek. He hissed and winced slightly to which Castiel murmured his apologies into his ear.

"Did you really mean that?" Gabriel asked Sam quietly, drawing his fiancé's attention away from their brothers. "Mean what? Sam asked, voice soft and just as quiet so they didn't disturb Castiel and Dean. "You know what. The whole bridezilla thing," Gabriel said, sounding hurt.

Sam sighed, meeting Gabriel's eyes. "I was upset. Yeah, you can get a little... obsessive, but that's just one of the things I love about you, Gabe. You're passionate about stuff. It's what makes you... you. Please don't be mad at me. I just... this is a lot to take in."

Gabriel sighed, smirking at Sam. "I could never stay mad at you, babe," he murmured, hugging Sam. Everything forgiven. "Mmm, come on. Let's eat. No point putting this food to waste." Sam nodded in agreement, pulling away from Gabriel with a quick peck to his forehead. They sat at the table, not pressuring Castiel or Dean to join them. They would when they were ready.

It only took a few more minutes before Dean carefully stood up and took a seat opposite his brother. Castiel placed the icepack back in the kitchen before it melted and made a mess and joined Dean, sitting beside him. It may not have been the family dinner Castiel had been expecting but it ended the same way. Four brothers laughing, enjoying each other's company and bonding... as a family.

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