This has been inspired by a writing competition I read about. I decided to try the plot out as a Destiel story and I've already learned that this is going to be way too long to work as a competition entry. Oh well, I can still develop a story and then severely shorten it and of course change a few things.

Anyway, this is not a Miss Marple crossover, although that would be hilarious. I just kind of see the setting of the Miss Marple movies when writing this :) I hope you'll enjoy the story.

"Come, I can't wait for you to meet my family," Dean urged Castiel to move faster. He had been reluctant at first to introduce his boyfriend to his family but they had been a couple for six months now and Castiel was rightly expecting to meet Dean's family. After all he had introduced Dean to his family after only a month and it had been only a minor disaster, mostly due to Gabriel's penchant of pranking everyone who didn't know him.

And Castiel hadn't been the only one pressuring Dean to have the family dinner they were now going to. Dean's brother Sam had been dying to meet Castiel ever since he'd heard about their relationship and after John had gotten over the fact that his eldest son was, and had always secretly been, gay, he had also been curious to see what kind of man could steal his son's heart.

After some trouble with finding the perfect time they had settled for the start of Sam's summer break from college and had decided to have a family dinner on Sam's first night home from school. Now they had arrived at the Winchester's house and Dean was nervous and wanted to get the initial awkwardness, that was certain to occur, over with, but Castiel was taking his time getting out of the car, to admire the little cobblestone mansion John Winchester had worked very hard far as a young man.

"I'm coming Dean," Castiel said with a smile, his amazing blue eyes twinkling as he watched his boyfriend almost squirm with anxiety over this meeting. But the dark-haired man wanted to savor every moment of this visit; he had waited so long for it. Slowly he walked up the path to the mansion's front door, ignoring Dean's attempts to make him go faster by pulling on his hand.

When they reached the door he turned around to let his gaze sweep over the grounds. The shiny black Impala looked a little out of place here but then so did Dean in his old, worn leather jacket. Though Dean and the car were the perfect match and that mattered more than whether he looked like he belonged in this place.

"Okay, let's go inside," Castiel finally said and Dean sighed in relief as he pushed open the door to reveal a rather dark hall.

"Hello?" he called into the house. "Anyone home? Sam? Dad?"

"Dean?" a voice called from somewhere deep inside the house and then there were hurried steps heading in their direction, soon revealing a young man quickly coming down the sweeping staircase.

"Sam. I didn't expect you to be here yet," Dean said as soon as Sam stood in front of him and they had awkwardly hugged as a greeting.

"Apparently neither did Dad. I can't find him anywhere, he must have gone out. Anyway, I'm Sam and you must be Castiel. I have heard a lot about you," Sam said, turning to face Castiel and holding out his hand to the smaller man.

"Hello Sam. It's nice to finally meet you. I doubt that you have heard a lot about me though," Castiel replied.

"Yes, you're right," Sam admitted and ignored Dean rolling his eyes at them. "That's why I couldn't wait to meet you."

"So, what now?" Dean asked to break an uncomfortable moment of silence that followed Sam's statement. "I say we get a drink and wait for Dad to come back."

The other two nodded in agreement and the three men moved towards the dining room when they heard a door opening in the back of the house. Immediately they changed direction and entered the kitchen where they met a tough looking woman carrying a huge amount of groceries inside. They quickly helped her with her burden and then Sam and Dean happily greeted the woman.

"Ellen. It's so good to see you," Dean said as he and Sam both hugged her. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, your father asked me to help with the cooking, since all he is capable of is opening a can and heating it on the stove. If I didn't cook for him every now and then he'd never eat real food. And of course I couldn't pass up an opportunity to see you boys," Ellen explained, smiling fondly at them, stopping when she noticed Castiel standing quietly a few steps away.

"Hello there. I'm Ellen, a family friend. And you are?"

"My name is Castiel. It's nice to meet you Ellen," Castiel replied and took the offered hand.

"He's Dean's boyfriend," Sam outed them with a smirk, earning a glare from his brother.

"Boyfriend," Ellen said looking at the two of them curiously. "Well, I can't say I've never wondered about you, Dean Winchester. But Jo will be so disappointed. She's never given up hope."

"Who's Jo?" Castiel asked.

"She Ellen's daughter. She's like a sister to Sam and me," Dean replied and moved closer to Cas, putting an arm around his waist.

"Yeah. She always got in trouble because of the two of you," Ellen said and Sam and Dean both chuckled at the memories. "Anyway, we can talk about that later. Where is your father? I haven't seen him all day and he was supposed to help me with the groceries."

"He wasn't here when I got here, but I haven't been here long. Maybe something came up and he had to leave? Maybe he left a note somewhere. I'll check his study, I haven't been there yet," Sam decided and left the kitchen.

A minute later there was a muffled scream from the front of the house and the three in the kitchen exchanged brief concerned looks before hurrying towards the origin of the sound. Outside John Winchester's study they met Sam who was white in the face and holding on to the doorframe for support.

"Sam, what's….?" Dean started to ask but then he saw for himself what was wrong. There was blood on the floor of the study. A lot of blood. And the lifeless body of John Winchester, buried underneath a heavy bookshelf that had apparently fallen on top of him and struck him dead.

"Oh my god," he breathed, instinctively looking to Cas for comfort, and Ellen, who had peaked inside the room over his shoulder screamed, drowning out any other reaction by one of the guys.

They managed to close the door and retreat into the living room, where they all sat down, while Sam, who had somehow regained his ability to speak coherently, called the police. Then he handed out whiskey to all of them and they sipped their drinks while they waited for the police to arrive.