Cas and Sam both gasped and jumped away from each other. They both stood up, staring at John with wide eyes.

John stepped closer to his son and his boyfriend, making them both start to back up in fear. "I can deal with one fag of a son, but not two," he growled.

Neither Sam or Cas responded to him. Cas, who was standing in front of Sam, reached behind him and grabbed Sam's shirt, tightly, but not too tightly.

John looked between the two. "Just a couple of fags," he hissed. "He turned you into this, didn't he, Sam?"

"Fuck you," Cas said boldly, but still kept backing up, the only thing on his mind being protect Sam.

John backed the two of them into the kitchen. Cas noticed a knife on the counter out the corner of his eyes, but he didn't realize John had noticed it too.

When Cas lunged for it, John did as well. They both tried to fight over the knife, but it ended up clanging to the floor, the sound seeming a lot louder than normal.

Sam stepped on the knife and slid it away from the two. He looked up just in time to see John punch Cas across the face. "CAS!"

John was about to hit Cas again, when he remembered Sam. He shoved Cas away, making him fall to the floor, his head barely missing the corner of the counter, before walking up to Sam, making him shrink back in fear. "Oh, Sammy. You are a disgusting little fag, you know that? You're a little bitch of a son," he said as he raised his fist and brought it down on Sam's face.

Sam yelped in pain from the blow. He started to walk backwards again, but soon found himself backed into a corner in the kitchen. "Dad-"

"Shut the fuck up. I never knew what your mother saw in you. She said you had 'potential' and would do good things with your life," John laughed darkly. "She was wrong. So wrong. You'll never amount to anything Sam. Nothing at all. Why don't you go try to kill yourself again? This time I'll make sure Dean doesn't find you." He raised his fist and was about to bring it down on Sam's face again, when he felt a sudden intense pain in his back, making him scream.

Sam looked behind his dad and saw Cas behind him. He watched as Cas realized that John was still standing, (and alive) and pulled a knife out of his back. Cas stabbed him in his back again and again and again. Until he was sure that he was dead.

He watched as John's body fell to the floor, the knife still in his back. He looked at Cas, who was breathing heavily and trembling. "C-Cas..."

"I-I killed him..." Cas whispered out, looking up at Sam with wide eyes.

Gulping, Sam grabbed a towel from the counter. "Cas, listen to me. You need to run."

"W-what?" Cas asked, stepping back. "N-No! I can't leave!"

"Cas, my dad knew people! He talked so low of me that no one would believe when you say that you killed him, so-"

"Sam, no-"

"So just to keep you safe-"

"N-No-!"

"I'll take the blame."

"NO! Sam! Y-You can't! I WON'T LET YOU!" Cas yelled, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"YES YOU WILL!" Sam grabbed his face. "Listen to me; you are going to leave and run. Just run. I don't know where you would go, but take your car and go."

"Come with me! I don't want to leave you!"

"Cas, this will turn into a manhunt if I leave. I can't let that happen. You know I love you, Cas. I always will." Sam pressed his lips against Cas' for a second before pulling away.

Cas' tears started to fall from his eyes, the thought of leaving his boyfriend behind hurting everything on him, mentally and physically.

"Let me see," Sam gently took his wrists and flipped them over, looking at his hands. "No blood." He looked over Cas, making sure he was clean. "Ok...ok...you're clean. Baby...I love you, alright? I'll always be with you. Maybe one day we'll continue where we left off, but now, you gotta go."

"Sam...I love you so much," Cas whispered, making Sam smiled a little.

"I know you do baby." They kissed again before Sam pulled away and let him go, and stepped back. "Now run, baby, run."

Cas looked into Sam's eyes one more time, before hurrying out the kitchen. Sam listened and heard the door open then close, then heard Cas' car start. After a couple of seconds, he noticed the sound fading away and he resisted the urge to cry. "I love you Cas," he whispered before he wiped the fingerprints off of the knife in John's back and replaced it with his.

When he finished wiping almost every trace of Cas out the house, he picked up the house phone and dialed 911.

"911 what's you emergency?"

"...I just killed my dad."

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