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Title: New Neighbors
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: SPN
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,550+
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: None
Summary: Castiel and his son move in next door to the Winchesters. Sam invites Castiel to dinner. Castiel completely misunderstands the situation.
Author's Notes: Another story I wrote on Twitter, posted here in its entirety. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] logicallunacy for collecting this.






"New guy next door," Sam says, throwing his book bag on the couch.

"Is he hot?" Dean asks from the sink.

"Why don't you ask his kid?"

"Kid?" Dean asks, nose wrinkling.

"Yeah. A boy. Looks about six or seven. Looks like a clone of the dad. No woman though."

Dean grins. "So there's hope."

Sam just shakes his head.

***********

Dean answers the door. And then looks down. A tiny boy with a mop of dark brown hair and huge blue eyes stares up at him.

"Hello. My name is Ethan Novak. Would you like a plate of cookies?"

He holds up a dish of chocolate chip cookies that actually look pretty awesome.

"Excuse me?"

A movement catches his eye. The dad stands at the edge of his walk and Sam was right. The two look exactly the same. Although Dean's reaction to the older version is drastically different. He grins and winks at the dad, who cocks his head and frowns in deep confusion.

"It's a welcome to the neighborhood gift," the boy says, drawing Dean's attention away from the hot dad.

"I already lived here," Dean points out. "You're the new guys."

The boy perfectly imitates his father's head-tilt and confused look. It's actually kinda creepy.

"Yes."

"Uh, sure. I'll take some cookies." Dean picks up the plate. If nothing else, the dad'll have to come back for the plate. "Thanks, kid."

"You're welcome!" The boy calls out cheerfully and then tears off through the yard back to his father, who nods at Dean.

Dean smiles to himself and stuffs a cookie in his mouth. New neighbors are awesome.

***********

Ethan frowns at the cooked carrots his father tips onto his plate, but doesn't complain. That would just earn him a lecture about the nutritional value of carrots and then he'd still have to eat them.

"Daddy," he says as he carefully scoops mashed potatoes onto his fork.

"Yes?"

"Did you have fun at work today?"

Castiel finishes serving the food and seats himself to Ethan's left.

"I believe so," he answers. "I met several more of my colleagues. One of the lab assistants invited me to lunch. It was nice."

"A boy lab assistant?" Ethan asks with forced casualness. He can tell it doesn't escape Castiel's attention because his father pauses in cutting his pork chop to peer closely at Ethan.

"No, a female lab assistant."

"Oh," Ethans says, disappointed.

"It was not a romantic assignation, Ethan," Castiel says sternly. "It would be inappropriate to date my own assistant."

Ethan sighs. He'd been hoping when they moved away from Chicago that Castiel might start looking for someone to date. It's not like Ethan needs him to pay all his attention to him anymore. He's already seven! And it's been that long since stupid icky Peter left the family. It's time for Castiel to move on.

But he can already tell his father won't start looking. He'll settle into his lab like he did in Chicago and he'll only come out to do things with Ethan.

"Daddy, you need to get out more," Ethan says just as sternly.

"Thank you for your concern, Ethan," Castiel says, but luckily, he doesn't sound mad. More fatigued. Ethan presses his luck.

"You need to be with people your own age," he says in a reasonable tone. "You wouldn't expect me to only hang out with adults, right?"

"In fact, I do," Castiel says, pointing meaningfully to Ethan's untouched carrots. "I'm taking you out of school and putting you to work at the lab."

"Dad..."

"Just eat your dinner, Ethan."

Ethan does, but as he silently eats, he begins to plan.

**********

The first order of business is to take an inventory of the available men that Ethan knows.

Unfortunately, since they are new to Lawrence, this list is not long.

There's Mr. Shurley, his teacher at school. But judging from the way he sneaks looks at Miss Rosen at lunch, Ethan thinks maybe he doesn't like boys for dating. There's a bunch of other male teachers and staff members, but Ethan doesn't even know their names yet.

Another option is Kyle the mail man, but he doesn't smile. Ever. And his father really should find someone who smiles because Castiel doesn't often enough.

There's also the men at Castiel's work place. Apparently the lab assistants are out of the question. His boss probably is not a good idea either. The other scientists might be an option, but so far, the only one Castiel has mentioned is named Victor who is married with three children.

Which leaves the men who live on their street. Of the seven men Ethan's seen, three are married and two are too old.

Ethan thought the last two were already together, but he overheard one of them saying something to the other about their dad. The discovery of their real relationship shoots them to the top of Ethan's list.

He begins to spy on the brothers. Neither one of them gives an indication of what kind of people they might date or already be dating, but after a week of peeking at them from behind the living room curtain while Castiel gives him suspicious looks every so often, Ethan learns a lot about the two men. The taller one is a lawyer and the other does something at the baseball field in Kansas City. The lawyer works all the time and his brother never turns off his light to go to sleep until the lawyer returns home from work. Baseball brother cooks meat on their grill a lot while listening to loud rock music and is apparently obsessed with his big black car. Lawyer guy wears suits and lectures his brother about world issues.

It's the last discovery that makes Ethan choose the taller brother. Dad likes watching the news and keeping up with the world, so maybe they can talk about all that boring stuff together. Plus, Ethan doesn't remember Peter at all, but he saw a picture of him once and he looked pretty tall. So maybe his father likes tall guys. Ethan hopes so anyway as he steels his nerves and crosses the yard to the brothers' home.

He knocks on the door.

Baseball brother answers.

"Oh hey, cookie midget," he says.

Ethan frowns at him.

"My name is Ethan."

"Right. Ethan. You want your plate or something?"

"Oh. No, you may keep it," Ethan says politely. "I was hoping I could speak with your brother. Is he home?"

Baseball brother seems very amused by something, which frustrates Ethan. Adults are always looking at him like that and he doesn't know why.

"Sammy? What do you want with him?"

"It's personal," Ethan says sternly.

Baseball brother snorts.

"Sorry, kid, Sam can't come out and play."

"Would you please just tell him I'd like to meet him?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll just leave him a note that the second grader next door has business with him," he says.

Ethan narrows his eyes at the man, but before he can start scolding him, the man lifts his hands in a placating manner.

"Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll tell Sam you stopped by."

"Thank you," he says, nodding at the man and then turning back to his own house. He smiles to himself. Now he has a name, Sam, and the beginning of a relationship. This is going to take longer than he thought, but it's fine.

Daddy's totally worth it.

**********

"Hey, the kid next door wants to talk to you."

Sam pauses in the middle of removing his coat in favor of staring at Dean.

"I'm sorry?"

"The new kid next door," Dean repeats. The smile on his face is that slight curving one he gets when he's so amused he can barely function, but doesn't want to give it away. "He stopped in to see you. Sounded pretty serious."

"Okay, are you talking about the child?" Sam asks, holding his hand at hip level to indicate the kid's small stature. "Not the dad?"

"No, unfortunately Hot Dad is still a mystery," Dean says with true regret. "I'm going to have to start coming up with an excuse to go over there."

"The kid...wants to see me...? About what?"

"I don't know, man. He got kinda hacked off when I asked him about it too."

Sam shrugs his coat back on. This situation is just too weird to leave until after dinner. He can't possibly imagine what a seven year old kid would want with him. Sam's not even sure he's ever talked to a seven year old. Not since he was one anyway.

"Okay, well, clearly I have to go over there immediately."

"Yeah," Dean agrees. "Try and figure out if Hot Dad bats for both teams, will ya?"

"How am I...you know what? Never mind," Sam says. "I'll be back."

He walks across the yard and knocks on the Novaks' front door. Seconds later, it's answered by Hot Dad himself. Sam may not be interested in men for romance, but he can see what Dean likes about the guy. He's handsome without being pretty and he's got that kind of wiry frame Dean likes so much. And his eyes are downright compelling.

"Yes?"

"Um."

God, this is awkward. For all he knows, this guy is going to assume he's a messed up pervert coming over here to ask about his son. Although it's probably best the dad answered, so he can decide what to do about the situation. With that calming thought in mind, Sam takes a deep breath and reminds himself he's a lawyer. He's faced stranger situations before.

"My brother tells me your son came over to ask me something?"

"He did?"

"Uh, yeah. Didn't say what though. Just that he wanted to see me?"

Understanding lights in Hot Dad's eyes and he slumps a little.

"I'm sorry, Mr...?"

"Winchester," Sam says, sticking out his hand. "Sam, please."

"Sam," he says. "I'm Castiel and again, I'm sorry. I think my son is being somewhat of a busybody."

"A busybody?"

"He's concerned I can't find a suitable partner for myself," Castiel explains.

"Partner," Sam repeats slowly. Then the light bulb goes on. "Oh!"

"Yes," Castiel confirms. Sam thinks he's unaffected by this whole mess until he catches Castiel's mouth tighten ever so slightly. "I do apologize."

"No, hey, it's okay. You know, he was probably just trying to help," Sam says helplessly. "So...yeah. Don't, uh...don't worry about it."

He turns to leave when the obvious hits him in the face. Hot Dad likes guys. Hot Dad is single. A smile tugs at Sam's lips. Dean is about to love him a whole lot more. Spinning again, Sam's motion catches Castiel's attention.

"Do you want to come to dinner at my house?"

"Dinner?" Castiel asks, apparently surprised.

"Sure. You know, just...thought it might be nice," Sam says excitedly. It's perfect. He can get Castiel and Dean into the same room with little effort and then let Dean go to work.

Castiel gives him an odd calculating look. His hesitation makes Sam's palms itch. What's the big deal about dinner? Should he invite the kid too? Sam very nearly does when Castiel finally nods.

"Alright," he agrees.

Sam grins. "Great! How about Friday night? Around seven?"

For a split second, Castiel looks almost panicked and then his features smooth out.

"I'll be there," he confirms.

"Cool. I'll see you then!"

Sam practically skips across the yard and totally misses the way Castiel stares after him with a troubled expression on his face.

*********

"Your plan worked," Castiel informs his son when he picks Ethan up from his violin lesson. "Sam Winchester asked me on a date."

Castiel allows Ethan a moment of shameless fist-pumping celebration. "Yes, thank you. Now if you interfere in my love life again, you're grounded for a year."

Ethan grins. "Okay!"

**********

Truth be told, Castiel isn't sure he wants to go on this date.

Not that there is anything particularly repellent about Sam Winchester. In fact, he seems like a decent person and he's good-looking. Not overwhelmingly so, but the last time Castiel had been bowled over by his attraction to someone, it hadn't ended well. He thinks perhaps it's not a bad idea to date a person who doesn't knock his thoughts off course so easily.

It's just, Castiel is not sure he even wants to date anymore.

He might be a little lonely right now, but it takes time to make new friends after moving. Eventually, Castiel will get to know his colleagues and then he'll have the adult company that has Ethan so worried. Honestly, he'll have everything he needs. Friends, a job, his faith and his child.

Castiel already tried the relationship thing and while it doesn't hurt anymore, he's much less willing to give someone a chance to leave him now that Ethan is old enough to remember it as well.

The only reason he doesn't cancel the date is because he doesn't want to hurt Sam's feelings or disappoint Ethan. He decides to have the date and then tell Sam he'd like to stay friends. That way, he can say he tried and no one will be too upset.

"Are you going to wear that?" Ethan asks from Castiel's bedroom doorway on Friday night.

Castiel looks down at his sweater and tan slacks.

"Yes. Why?"

Ethan shrugs. "It's not very cool."

"I'm a chemist, Ethan," Castiel says patiently. "I'm not cool."

His son heaves a put-upon sigh.

"Yeah, I guess he should know that right away."

Castiel agrees, but he changes his sweater just in case. The babysitter arrives on time and after giving her instructions, Castiel is presumably ready to go. Unexpected nerves knot in his stomach. It's not as if he'd been entirely celibate since Ethan was born, but it really had been a long time since he dated.

"Don't make that face," Ethan advises him.

"What face?"

"I don't know...like you're gonna get beat up. You look really scared," Ethan informs him. Castiel tries to school his features.

"Better?"

"Now you just look sick. C'mon, Daddy, it's fine," Ethan says, falling against Castiel and wrapping his arms around his dad's waist. "If you don't like him, it's okay."

For some reason, hearing Ethan say that makes the pain in Castiel's stomach ease.

"Have fun," Ethan calls from the door and then Castiel is off.

He pauses on the Winchesters' front porch for one last deep calming breath and then he knocks.

Sam's brother answers.

Castiel saw him briefly from the sidewalk, of course, but the sun had been bright and he hadn't gotten a very good at him. If he had, Castiel thinks he might not have come over at all.

Talk about thoughts being knocked off course.

"Hey," Sam's brother says.

Castiel just stares at him. Silently. For a very long time. This can't possibly be happening to him. It feels worse than when he met Peter. Logic fails him and all Castiel can process is a strong possessive feeling growing in his chest. It's practically formless, just a sensation of want that is unlike anything Castiel has ever felt.

"Uh, hi? Dude, are you okay?"

Castiel shakes his head.

"Yes," he lies quietly.

The man's eyes change at the sound of Castiel's voice and god, it's been a very long time since he's seen that sort of heated look. It makes the feeling grow worse, nearly unbearable and this night will be a disaster. Castiel should just turn around and go home now because he can't possibly survive an evening of trying to think about Sam when Sam's brother is standing here and looking at him like he's giving Castiel permission to act on that feeling.

"Right, well. I'm Dean," he says, offering his hand.

Castiel takes Dean's hand and holds it. Just holds it so he can feel their palms pressed together. Whatever else Dean was going to say clearly slides away from his mind. He sways into Castiel's space.

Then Sam shows up.

"Castiel! Hello!"

Castiel reluctantly drops Dean's hand.

"Hello, Sam. I was just meeting your brother," he says, pleased his tone remains even.

"Good!"

Sam seems genuinely happy. A hint of guilt curls into Castiel's chest.

"C'mon in. The food's almost ready. I hope you like steak. Dean made them. But we have plenty of salad and stuff if you're a vegetarian."

"Dean made it?" Castiel asks. Dean cooked for his brother's date? And come to think of it, where is Dean going to go while they eat? Or perhaps he has an engagement of his own. The idea displeases Castiel greatly.

"Yeah, it's pretty much the only thing he can make," Sam teases.

"Shut up, that's not true," Dean protests.

"Right, you can also make hamburgers. So you have beef covered pretty well."

Castiel listens to the brothers bicker as they all three walk into the dining room. That's when he sees the three places at the dinner table and his confusion begins to turn to suspicion.

"Is Dean joining us?" he asks.

The brothers halt and both give him odd looks.

"Uh, yeah," Sam says slowly. "I thought...you knew that?"

"I don't understand," Castiel says bluntly.

"Well, I was hoping...I mean, I just thought you could get to know each other," Sam stammers. "I mean, I thought we could all sort of get to know each other...see if anything happened..."

Castiel looks from Dean to Sam and back again, trying to understand what Sam is telling him. It doesn't seem possible, but then again, before Castiel knew they were brothers, he thought the two young men living next to him were partners. Is it possible that his first impression wasn't so wrong after all?

The very worst thing is that while Castiel is disturbed by the idea of brothers having sex, he's still slightly more upset about the concept of sharing Dean.

Either way, he's very much not interested.

"I should go," he says.

"What?" Sam asks, clearly shocked.

"I'm sorry." Castiel edges towards the door. "This isn't what I thought this was. If you'll excuse me," he says before ducking out the door and making good his escape.

And if it's a lot harder to leave Dean than he expected, considering the situation, Castiel will just have to ignore the feeling.

**********

When Castiel walked back in the front door less than fifteen minutes later with deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, Ethan just sighs.

"What happened, Daddy?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." He turns to Manda. "I do apologize. If you'd like to go home, of course I'll pay you for the full time."

Manda's expression is confused and perhaps a little worried as if she's not sure if she should leave Ethan with a potentially distraught Castiel. But his dad doesn't look depressed. He looks...startled.

"Manda, can I please talk with my father alone for a moment?"

"Um, I'll just go finish up our dinner and stick around for a bit, Mr. Novak. If that's okay..."

Castiel nods. Ethan waits until she's out of the room before tugging his father to the sofa and pushing him to sit. Once he does, Ethan climbs into his lap and slides his arms around Castiel's waist.

"Was he weird, Daddy?"

Castiel wraps Ethan up in a tight hug and sighs against the top of his head, his breath spreading warmth down over Ethan's neck.

"He was," Castiel confirms.

Ethan frowns. He wants to ask what Sam did that was weird, but he thinks Castiel probably won't tell him. It's probably something "too grown-up". Maybe Sam tried to kiss him. He feels anger begin to stir in his belly. Just what had that guy done to his daddy anyway?

Whatever it is, Sam Winchester's not going to get away with it.

**********

"Oh god. Look, cookie midget-"

"Ethan. Could you please give this to Sam Winchester?"

Dean takes the note and watches with raised eyebrows as the kid turns and marches back across to his own yard and into his house, slamming the door. He looks at the paper and despite the turmoil he'd been feeling since Castiel ran out of their kitchen, Dean chuckles. The kid is undoubtedly crazy, but at least he's funny.

"Who was that?" Sam asks from behind his mountain of paperwork.

"Cookie midget. Here." He places the paper on top of Sam's stack of files. "Read this."

Dear Mr. Winchester,

I don't know what happened last night, but my dad has been upset about it all day and I think you should come over and say sorry. You should say sorry when you hurt someone's feelings . Or else they might have to sue for emotional distress.

Sincerely,

Ethan Novak


"Oh my god, he's threatening to sue me!" Sam exclaims.

Dean loses it, laughing so hard he has to catch himself against the kitchen counter.

"Shut up," Sam snaps. "C'mon." He stands and snaps up his jacket.

"Where you going?"

"I'm not getting sued by a second grader! We're going over there and we're straightening this out. Now."

Normally, after a rejection as brutal and unexpected as the one Castiel delivered to him, Dean wouldn't want to see the man ever again. But the hilarity of a seven year old threatening legal action against his brother the lawyer effectively overcomes the humiliation.

"Are you sure you want to go over there without your own lawyer present?"

"I hate you so much."

**********

Sam pounds on the Novak's front door.

This is ridiculous. The two Novaks obviously don't talk to each other. If Castiel didn't want to date Dean, he could have found a better way to telegraph that message than running away before dinner. And somehow his child got the impression that this whole mess was Sam's fault.

They are going to get this whole thing straightened out right now before Ethan actually tries to hire a lawyer.

Castiel opens the door. His eyes widen with surprise and flick from Sam's face to Dean's. Sam could swear he sees a flare of interest when they land on Dean's face, but then his expression shutters. Behind him, he hears Dean make a very quiet noise of frustration.

"Yes?"

Sam wordlessly thrusts the note into Castiel's chest. They wait as Castiel reads it, his eyes widening even further at the message.

"Oh." He looks up. "I assure you, I didn't ask my son to do this."

"Yeah, I didn't think you did, but I think we should talk," Sam says.

Castiel looks like he wants to protest, but obviously sees the problem with letting his son harass the neighbors without dealing with him. He sighs and steps back, allowing them into his living room. Sam is not entirely surprised to see the space is extremely neat. The room is sparsely decorated, but the leather furniture all matches and the whole set-up has a magazine cover feel to it.

"Alright, I don't know what Ethan thinks, but I get the feeling he's just going to stay mad at us and make things awkward if you don't tell him the truth," Sam says.

Castiel stiffens.

"I'd rather not put that in his mind," he says icily.

"I'm sorry, but doesn't he know you're gay?" Dean pipes up, glaring at him.

"Of course, he does."

"Oh so, what? Telling him Sam wanted you to date me was just that sickening?"

Sam exchanges a shocked look with Dean. Okay, so maybe Dean can be a little rough around the edges, but he's a pretty attractive guy and he's nice enough, so Sam can't even begin to imagine what would be so horrifying about dating him. If Castiel was just not attracted to him, that'd be one thing. But he's shifting uncomfortably in his chair like the idea seriously repulses him.

"If it were just Dean, then it wouldn't be a problem," he says.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks.

He sees something like realization spread over Dean's face.

"Hang on a second," he says. "Did you think..." Turning to Sam, Dean lifts an eyebrow at him. "Dude, did you make it clear you weren't asking for yourself?"

"Of course..." But then Sam trails off as he tries to remember. Had he made it clear? Or did he just ask Castiel over without much explanation? The second he discovered Castiel was gay?

"Shit."

Dean smacks the back of Sam's head and since he deserves it, Sam just winces and doesn't say anything.

"Look, Cas, the only dick Sam cares about is his own," Dean explains.

The nickname appears to startle Castiel, but once he gets what Dean's saying, his surprise is washed away in favor of what looks like deep embarrassment.

"You're not gay?"

Sam shakes his head.

"You didn't ask me on a date?"

Another shake.

"You don't wish to...share me?"

"What the fuck?" Dean blurts. "Is that why you ran away?"

"What was I to think?" Castiel defends himself.

"Not that!"

"Dean would never share with me," Sam adds helpfully. It's the only thing he can think to say. This situation is even more ridiculous than he thought.

"You wouldn't?"

And now Castiel's interest is entirely blatant. Sam rubs his forehead and stands.

"Okay, you know what? I'm leaving. Castiel, I don't want to date you. I asked you to dinner so you could meet Dean. Who is gay and called you 'Hot Dad' until he learned your real name. Please tell your son I didn't make you cry or whatever, okay?"

He waits long enough for Castiel to nod quietly and then Sam walks out the door.

What a freak show.

***********

"So...if it had just been me?"

Castiel smiles at Dean's question. "I believe I'd still be there."

***********

Three Years Later

"Dean?"

A low groan answers Ethan's question and the lump under the covers snuggles down further into the bed. Ethan hops up beside it and shakes it.

"Dean, wake up."

"Go 'way, cookie midget," Dean grumbles.

"Daddy said to wake you up," Ethan announces. Dean listens better to Castiel than anyone else in their lives. Uncle Sam privately says it's because Dean is 'whipped' by Castiel.

"So he sent you to do his dirty work?" Dean asks, lifting the edge of the blanket just enough to glare out at Ethan.

"He's making pancakes."

Dean pulls back the blankets a little more.

"Pancakes?"

"With blueberries."

Dean groans again, but this time he sounds pretty happy.

"He said it's for special for today."

That manages to make Dean sit up and let the blankets fall away. He eyes Ethan carefully for a minute before patting the bed beside him, inviting Ethan to squeeze in close beside him.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Dean asks as he throws an arm around Ethan's shoulders.

Ethan nods. "You're like my dad anyway, so you might as well actually be my dad."

He knows Dean worries about being a good father, but really, there's no reason for it. He's a different kind of parent to Castiel, but if they were exactly the same, that'd be pointless. Dean's actually better attuned to Ethan's emotional state than Castiel. Probably because he practically raised Uncle Sam. But he sucks at discipline, which Ethan likes. Between the two of them, Dean and Castiel sort of fill in the spaces left by the other.

Plus, Castiel's been raising Ethan alone since Peter left them when Ethan was only two months old. He deserves the help.

"It's going to be better when it's all legal," Ethan says reasonably.

"Yeah."

He looks up at Dean and smiles, suddenly feeling shy around Dean for the first time in a very long time.

"I want you to be my dad," he adds.

A grin breaks across Dean's face and he hugs Ethan tightly.

"Yeah, I want that too."

Ethan lets the hug go on for a few minutes before pushing Dean away. "C'mon! Dad's going to come beat you up if you don't get out of bed."

"I'd like to see him try," Dean growls.

So would Ethan. Castiel could so take Dean down.

But he doesn't say that. He just snorts and runs downstairs to start his breakfast. When Dean finally joins them later, Ethan watches the way Castiel's expression changes. From concentrating on not burning pancakes to something a little like awe. Like he can't believe Dean's actually here, living with them. Staying with them because he loves them as much as they love him.

"Hey," Dean says softly.

"Good morning," Castiel says.

Ethan grins.

He really likes this family.
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