"I think now would be a good time to mention something – No, no that's wrong!" Dean frowned as he began scribbling out the last words he wrote. He had spent all day trying to figure out how to tell his family, Sam and Jack, about him and Castiel. He hadn't come up with one single good speech, yet. He set down his pen and walked over to the cupboard. He knew it was the most common place to hide something, but he couldn't think of anywhere else in his little room in the Bunker. His room was quite small, but perfect for him. He had his bed in the corner at the back, across from that his cupboard, and in another corner next to his cupboard stood his desk.
He reached in and took out a loose floorboard. Inside was a tiny wooden box with gold patterns on the sides. "Ah, you're still there, good. I don't want to bring you out just yet." He put the board back and closed the cupboard doors. He sat back down and started to write with a big smile on his face.
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Sam was busy making a sandwich when Dean walked in with a big grin plastered to his face. Sam looked up from his sandwich and said, "What's up?" "Oh nothing." Dean cleared his throat and spoke again, "Just, uh, wanted to talk to you and Jack about, er – something, later." Dean looked relieved to get that out. Sam looked at again, leaning against the counter, "What about, Dean?" He asked with a worried look on his face. "Just something, uh you'll see." Then he hurried out the kitchen. "O...k." Sam looked quizzically after him. Sam was starting to worry, Dean never acted like this. Pictures of demons and phantoms and Michael swam before him. He couldn't be possessed by Micheal again, could he? He would have to wait find out.
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Jack was out on a mission with Castiel. He had been so excited to go on another mission, but now his hopes were going out. They had been sitting in Dean's car in an empty street for about 4 hours waiting for any suspicious supernatural activity. Apparently there was supposed to be ghosts haunting a house nearby. "Do you think Dean was lying to us?" Jack said, turning in the passenger seat to face Castiel. His face was pulled in a serious look, "I'm not sure why he would send us out on a chicken chase." He went back to staring out the window. "I think it's called a goose chase." Jack said, now looking out the window too. Just as he was about to suggest they leave, the air got colder and the street lights started to flicker. Jack had a grin on his face and turned to see Castiel looking at him too. They got out and headed to the house that has their lights flickering like mad. Castiel held an iron pipe and a bag of salt, Jack had an instruction list on 'how to get rid of ghosts — by Dean'
They quickly discovered how the ghost was being held here and spent another hour salting and burning the bones of the spirit. Just then Castiel got a call from someone, "Sam wants you home, something's up with Dean." He said, putting his phone away. "Ok, what's wrong?" Jack asked concerned. "He's probably just nervous for his speech." Castiel shrugged and walked to the car. "Speech?" Jack was now very confused. "You'll find out when we get there." Castiel tried to hide a grin.
