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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Yeah, Should Have Seen That Coming: Saileen Bachelor Party Ficlet

Congrats to the soon to be Mrs. and Mr. Leahy💚💍!!!

Sam had the brilliant idea to have their bachelorette/bachelor parties on the same night. Two separate parties, at least a week before the wedding to avoid any last minute mishaps (learning from the mistakes of Dean and Cas' party last month). They had thought of everything, Sam even remembered to invite Adam this time. They were each going to have a perfect party with no unforseen issues, because they both deserved a night of fun.

Dean was granted the privilege of being Eileen's best man maid of honor, so he shut down his bar that night, and threw her an absolute rager. He even dragged the stripper pole back out at Eileen's request (though Dean thinks it was a shame Cas wasn't going to be there to use it) and set up a mechanical bull. So of course Cas was chosen to be Sam's best man, and for his party, Sam just wanted a normal, quiet night. Just board games, beer and burgers at the bunker (Crowley was pissed he got stuck at Sam's instead of Eileen's, but Garth was thrilled about the prospect of playing Monopoly). So that's exactly what Cas planned to give him. He makes sure he's got Sam's favorite beer, burgers from the place that makes his favorite vegan burgers, he's taken care of everything. And all Sam has to do is grab the board games from one of the storage rooms.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, considering Sam and Cas are involved?

Everything.

(read the rest under the cut)

They ended up on a hunt before the party even began. Sam had accidentally bumped into a shelf in the storage room, knocking over a cursed object, and then picked it up without thinking("Sam why did y- "It just looked like a piece of wood!" "It's not, its cursed it's called t-" "Well that doesn't help me now, Cas!"). And so it turned out, they unleashed an ancient curse that if they didn't break by midnight, the world would be "shroud in 5 billion years of darkness". But Sam won't let anyone call Eileen or Dean ("I just don't want to ruin her party!" "Sam the world could en-" "Yeah, but that happens all the time. How often do you get to have a bachelorette party?")

So it was up to Sam, Cas, Jack, Crowley, Garth, and Adam (Kevin was already halfway up the steps and on his way to Dean's bar before Sam even finished explaining what happened).

And a lot can go wrong over a few hours, especially if the threat of the end of world is looming over you.

In the past three hours, they managed to successfully tear apart the entire archives looking for lore, had Jack fly them to three different states to wake up three experts on the subject, fought and killed one of Crowley's old nemesis who had an ingredient they needed for a spell, were briefly transported to a different dimension, twice (Jack was able to get them home, but they had to go back because Garth forgot his phone). Then of course they summoned the wrong ancient god, then had to figure out how to kill them, before they eventually summoned the right one needed to break the curse.

At that point, after some encouragement (yelling) from everyone, Sam finally gave in and tried to facetime and text Eileen, finally allowing Cas to call Dean too.

But neither of them answered because Eileen was currently in the middle of an intense drinking contest between Rowena, Mary and Kevin (who arrived 2 hours ago and mentioned nothing about the curse), while Dean (totally sober mind you) learned he was amazing on the stripper pole, as Charlie, Kaia and Claire cheered him on, and Jo along with some of Eileen's hunter friends were trying out the mechanical bull.

So they were on their own, and quickly running out of time.

But unfortunately for them, the three hours of chaos was a complete waste, since they discovered a bit too late that lore was wrong. Because the weapon that was supposed to kill the God was clearly not working since it seemed to be chasing them around just fine, with a giant stake in it's neck. So they hurriedly decided splitting up would be the best course of action, and they scattered in all directions as they ran into the woods(where they had landed when Jack zapped them back) trying to confuse the God.

Which had been a complete mistake ("It can clone itself!" "Yes, thank you Sam, I hadn't noticed").

And currently, Crowley and Garth were both knocked out by some of the God's clones, and Jack was nowhere to be seen, leaving just Sam and Cas to fight with what they had (2 guns, an angel blade, and half a flask of holy water, so nothing)

Now there was only five minutes until midnight and the God had them surrounded, as it threw their useless guns and blades halfway across the forrest.

And only one thought rang through Sam's mind.

"Eileen is gonna kill me if the world ends before the wedding"

"Well if you hadn't touched th-"Cas started

"Thanks Cas, you really know how to make a guy feel better" Sam yelled back, swiflty cutting him off.

He glanced back up to see the God (who's name Sam had already forgotten) inching closer, holding them in place as they were readying themselves to smite them.

Sam took one last look at Cas and the reality of the situation finally set in. This was it.

All Sam wanted was one normal night, but now the world's ending again and he doesn't even know the name of the God ending it.

They were screwed. Now he'll never see Eileen again and they'll nev-

Suddenly a wooden stake was shoved through the back of the God's neck with a crunch, sending them crumbling to the ground. It burst into black flames, disappearing.

And standing above them in a, 6 inch heels, covered in glow stick bracelets, and a bride sash, was a very tipsy Eileen.

She and Dean helped pull them to their feet, and Sam could cry at the sight of her (and he did).

As soon as he was standing, Sam frantically began rambling and signing trying to explain and apologize all in one breath. But Eileen simply took hold of his hands, stopping him in his tracks.

"You were supposed to use sheep's blood, idiot" Eileen signed with a smirk.

Then she grabbed by the shoulders, yanking him down into a deep kiss.

"Wait how did-where did yo-"Sam started as he broke away. He quickly takes in his surroundings spotting Claire and Kaia helping Garth to his feet, Rowena trying to wake Crowley, and Charlie and Jo who are probably trying to convince Adam not to leave. He finds Dean, Cas and Jack off to the side huddled close together, while Dean probably tells his husband how much of a dumbass he is.

"Jack flew to the bar, and we read through your's and Cas' texts. We were able to piece it together from there, and apparently you guys can't read. Maybe leave the hunting to the pros?" Eileen teased, swaying slightly (okay maybe she was a little more than tipsy). Sam tightly wrapped his arms around her, keeping her steady, as a smile grew on his face.

"I don't deserve you" Sam sighs, cupping her cheek.

"Yeah, you don't" Eileen shrugged with a smirk growing on her lips.

"She's right, you really don't" Dean's voice cuts through as he, Cas and Jack make their way over. Cas punches him in the arm with a fond smile.

"Well, that certainly didn't go as I had planned" Cas huffed.

"Yeah, understatement of the year buddy. But when does it ever?" Sam laughs, feeling a bit of relief.

Then Sam has another brilliant idea, smiling as he turns back to Eileen.

"So my party....was ruined by an ancient God. Mind if we crash your's?"

And an hour later, Cas (much to Dean's delight) is now spinning around on the pole while Dean, Charlie and Jo cheers him on. Crowley, Rowena, Garth and Jack (with a shirley temple of course) are seated at the bar, talking about god knows what. Claire, Kaia, Kevin and surprisingly Adam have just returned from the parking lot, giggling a bit too much. And Sam is now seven shots in, messily making out with Eileen in one of the booths. Eventually they pull away, just sitting in a drunken daze as they stare at each other.

God he can't believe she's gonna marry him. He really is the luckiest man in the world.

And before Sam can relay this sentiment, Eileen downs her glass, signs "watch this", and runs to take a turn on the stripper pole to the thrumming bass.

With a laugh he surveys the bar, watching his family drink and laugh without a care in the world. He spots Eileen and Dean by the pole in the center of the room, heads thrown back in laughter, as Cas and Jack cheers them on. So Sam quickly slides out of the booth and makes his way over, plopping down inbetween Jack and Cas, watching his fiancé and brother dance to the beat like idiots. Heart swelling at the sight of his family.

And yeah maybe this isn't the night they had planned, but it was certainly a night they'd never forget.

(Especially since Cas had shirts made that said, "I survived Sam Winchester's bachelor party")

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#this is just crack literally its crack i had this little idea and it ran away from me #literally its just crack theres not much substance and its not funny but here you go anyway!!!#i have never written saileen before and like ive said in the past dialogue is NOT my forte so im sorry in advance if this bad #ITS TIME FOR A FUCKING WEDDING #THEYRE SO CUTE AND THEYRE GETTING MARRIED #cas IS sam's best man you literally cannot convince me otherwise #dean would literally go ALL out for eileen's party like literally anything she wanted because THEY are best friends #i just needed a sam and cas chaotic adventure bachelor party so here #the world almost ended because they were idiots and they dont even care asfhjadjagsg #saileen wedding #certified safe sam content #eileen leahy #sammy #saileen #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #saileen ficlet #bec writes #ficlet

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flamencodiva · 4 years

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Getting Back to You 2 - Forgive Me

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

A/N: Special thanks to - @crashdevlin @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @winchest09 @waywardbeanie @deanwanddamons @malfoysqueen14 @emoryhemsworth @janicho88 @jensengirl83 @whatareyousearchingfordean @katehuntington @anathewierdo and to all my friends who listen to me ramble about my writing. your words of encouragement mean the world to me! Without you I don’t think I could have found the courage to come back and share what I love most to do, WRITE.

A/N 2: SURPRISE! Decided to post it early so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Amaya placed her box on the bed. She had just finished moving into the Bunker permanently, taking room 20 for herself. Being right next to Sam made things easier when Dean was just down the hall.

"Is that all you got?"

Dean's voice made her jump towards him before a small wave of relief washed over her face.

"I mean, what more do I need, right?" she shrugged. "Almost everything I own is either in my duffle or in a storage unit."

"You could always move it here," Dean offered. "How does a nice night out at a bar sound?"

"It sounds good," she breathed. "Could use the time to get plastered before beating you at another bet."

"Oh, sweetheart," Dean licked his lips before crossing his arms. "That witch hunt was just a fluke. I'll win the next one, just you wait."

"Yeah, yeah," Amaya waved him off as she grabbed a few of her clothes and made her way to the bathroom they all had to share. "I'm going to shower and change. I'll meet you in half an hour?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Dean walked with her to the bathroom and placed his hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him.

"Yeah?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I figure," he cleared his throat, "we can eat someplace before we get down to drinking."

"Sure," she nodded her head. "Sam joining us?"

"I'm sure I can persuade him," Dean smiled.

With a laugh, Amaya walked inside and closed the door. Dean could hear the soft click of the lock before he turned around and made his way to Sam's room. Running a hand across his face, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The witch hunt seemed a little too easy for his liking. Lifting his fist, he was about to knock when Sam abruptly opened the door.

"No," was all his brother said.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," Dean argued.

"You were going to ask if I would come out with you and Amaya," Sam crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

Dean scoffed and gave his brother his best bitch face, "Was not. I mean, eventually, I would have, but I was going to ask if that witch hunt seemed a little too easy."

"Yeah, sure," Sam shook his head. "When it comes to the hunt—" Sam rubbed his hand across his stubbled cheek, "I'm looking into the incantation the witches were chanting. So far, I've been able to translate part of it."

"So, what were you able to translate?" Dean moved aside as Sam walked out of his room and made his way to the kitchen.

"Not much," Sam grabbed the notepad from the kitchen table as his eyes looked over his writing. "What I've translated so far is," he gave a slight squint "’We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch.’"

Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother as he thought about the words, "’Let the souls switch?’ Which souls?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to keep looking into it," Sam grabbed a mug and poured himself a drink. "Dean, just wing it, or pick up a chick and have fun with Amaya like you always do."

"Sam," Dean sighed, "You know why I keep my distance. This life—" he ran a hand across his face, "this life is not easy, and the last thing I need is another stain on my soul. I don't need guilt when I can't protect her."

"She's not like your other loves, Dean," Sam pointed out. "She's a hunter. She was born a hunter. We’ve known her our whole lives. Dean, she's a legacy like us." Sam grabbed another folder he had out on the table and showed it to his brother, "Her grandfather was a Man of Letters just like ours."

"What?" Dean found the name of Amaya's grandfather highlighted by Sam, with a detailed explanation of his death.

"So just like our Dad," Sam sighed. "Amaya's dad lost his dad the same way. He was killed by Abaddon."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat at learning the information. He looked at Sam; he knew his brother was right. Amaya wasn't like Cassie or Lisa, she was a hunter; she knew the risks, knew what the job entailed. Then again, so was Jo, but unlike Amaya, he remembered Jo came in late into the hunting game. She may have been a hunter, but she hadn’t really lived the life long enough, and could he really see his best friend and rival get hurt in his arms? It was bad enough when he was keeping his distance, but in revealing his feelings he felt it would just make it worse. He was already worried about her, how much would that change if he let himself feel what he'd been bottling up? Besides, all three of his relationships had something in common: they’d all loved him, and he loved them. In some form or another, he brought bad luck upon the many women he loved.

"Hey," Amaya's voice cut through his thoughts as the sound of her heels echoed in the kitchen. "We ready to go?"

Dean felt his breath get caught in his throat at how she dressed. She stood in her skin tight jeans that hugged her legs with a tube top and fishnet shirt combo that showed off her toned stomach and her perfect breasts. Her leather jacket hung on her shoulders as she stood to almost Dean's height in her four-inch black heels.

"Uhhhh—" Dean lost the use of his voice as he looked at her. His jeans felt a little tighter as he imagined peeling off all of her clothes.

Sam walked up and slapped Dean upside the head, making the older man glare at his younger brother.

"Dean's ready to go," Sam took a sip of his drink. "I'm staying in to try and make sense of the spell that the witches were conjuring."

"Oh Sammy," She walked over to him and gave him a gentle pat on his cheek. "If you don't use it, you will lose it."

Dean chuckled, the sass coming from Amaya snapping him out of his daze.

"She's right, Sam," Dean rolled his shoulders and winked at Amaya. "You don't use what you got, it might just shrivel up, much like all the rabbit food you don't eat that ends up going bad."

"Hey," Sam frowned as he gave Amaya his bitch face. "Just because I don't go out with you two—" he pointed to his brother and Amaya, "doesn't mean I don't get any. I just know how to keep you two from finding out."

Dean cleared his throat and adjusted himself. With a roll of his shoulders, he walked up to his brother and Amaya.

"Well, let's leave Sammy here to keep hitting the books," Dean said as he put his hands in his pockets. He stopped himself from touching Amaya, scared that he would do something they would both regret.

"Lead the way Dean-o," she chuckled, giving his shoulder a slight punch before standing aside to let him walk first.

Back in the other Universe, Henry Winchester surveyed the damage done by Hecate. He looked at his grandsons, who were assessing the best course of action. With a deep breath, he walked over to them.

"It seems this was all planned out," Henry said as he placed his hands in the pockets of his suit as he walked towards the trio.

"We are sorry, sir," Amaya apologized immediately as she stood straight, ignoring the feel of the sticky liquid seeping through her clothes.

"Amaya," Dean's voice sounded surprised as he saw the large gash on her side. "Infirmary, now."

"I'm fine," she waved him off as Henry came closer to them.

"Amaya—" Dean began.

"Dije que estoy bien," she growled and looked at him. "If anyone should be in the infirmary, it's you. You have a large gash on your head and multiple lacerations on your arms and chest."

Dean had to smirk at what she noticed. They had been hunting since they were both sixteen, thrust together at the academy they were both now instructors in. Looking at his grandfather, Dean could tell the old man was not in the least bit angry. This was just another curveball in the hunting game.

"Both of you head down to the infirmary and have Eileen look after the pair of you," Henry ordered be for he turned his attention to Sam. "Is there anything from the video feed from before we stormed the warehouse that we can use to investigate?"

"I have my team looking into it," Sam said as he looked around. "So far, they were able to stay hidden from the camera angle. I have no idea how that happened."

"I need you to work on it while they recover," Henry sighed and looked between Amaya and Dean. "Speaking of recovering—" he used his cane to walk over to them. "You two, infirmary now! I am going to be grounding you from hunts until you heal completely."

"Yes sir," they echoed. Both of them giving each other a slight glare.

A few hours and a couple of stitches later, Dean and Amaya had made their way to their apartment, where a happy German Shepherd greeted them.

"Zep," Dean warned, "Down."

The dog gave a slight whine as he stopped his motions and laid down by the couch.

"That's our good boy, Zep," Amaya praised as she gave the dog a generous pat on his head.

"You going to tell me why you refused to head to the infirmary when I told you to?" Dean asked as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, looking at his fiancée.

"Easy," she said and gave him a slight shrug. "I was perfectly fine. I was more concerned with you and the fact that we are now dealing with a goddess."

"Amaya," Dean sighed as he made his way to her.

He held her hand in his before pulling her to him, her body between his legs as he sat on one of the bar stools. Setting the beer down, he used his now free hand to cup her face.

"Dean," she whispered as he brought her forehead against his.

"I know you are strong, but we have had one too many close calls between us," Dean admitted and lifted his head slightly as he placed feather kisses along her face, avoiding her lips.

"Tease," she whispered before his lips crashed into hers in a heated kiss.

The world seemed to stop around them as Dean pressed her body flush against his. He would give anything to stay with her, but Hecate's words resonated in his mind. She had warned him that he had time to be with Amaya, but how much time did he have left?

Dean moved his lips down her jaw towards her ear. He nipped at her earlobe, before moving down to kiss the sweet spot on her neck. It was the one Dean knew drove her wild. He smirked against her skin when she let out a low, lust-filled moan.

"I don't ever want to lose you, Amaya," Dean muttered against her skin as he pulled her blouse open. The buttons flew across the room.

"You're lucky I have about fifty of these," she moaned, raking her fingers through his hair as he kissed down to the valley between her breasts.

His face nestles deep between them as he left open mouth kisses along her skin. Reaching behind her, he undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her bosom from its constricting grip. Amaya sucked in a sharp breath as his lips sealed around her nipple, his tongue licking as his mouth sucked gently on it. Her fingers moved from his head to his shirt. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, she let her fingers caress his shoulder as it's removed from its owner and tossed on the floor.

"Always knew you were a boob man," Amaya teased as she pulled his face away from her chest, bringing her lips towards his in a searing kiss.

It didn't take long before Dean had Amaya wholly naked and on the island counter of their kitchen, his head between her legs, tongue lapping up at her juices. The sounds she was making were music to his ears. She was tart and sweet all at the same time as his lips surrounded her clit, sucking on her pulsating nub. Her fingers pulling at his hair just the way he liked it.

"Shit, babe," she moaned. "Your tongue feels so good. You are a damn god with it."

Dean smirked against her wet core as he moved to press his fingers into her. She was nice and warm, making his cock throb against his pants. He continued his ministrations, feasting on her pussy as she pulled at his short hairs. The taste of her driving him wild as he felt her walls flutter as her orgasm hit.

"Fuck," She cursed. Her legs quivered as Dean helped her ride through it.

Amaya hadn't come down from her euphoric high when he undid his belt and made quick work of removing his pants. Dean pumped himself a few times as he looked at her dripping cunt. The sight made him moan before he eased his tip into her.

"Shit, Amaya," he breathed and caressed her cheek before pulling her in for a kiss. "Your pussy feels so good."

"Dean," she whispered. Her fingernails scratching at his back as he thrust his hips. "Fuck," she gasped just as she felt the anticipation build-up.

"You going to cum again, Baby? Going to coat my cock with your cum?" he growled as he snaked his hand between them. His thumb found her clit drawing small circles on the sensitive nub.

"Dean," she moaned, her nails digging into his back as she fluttered around him.

Her legs shook as she orgasmed. Dean grunted and groaned as he snapped his hips, skin on skin echoing around the apartment. Zep looked at his owners, fucking on the counter, head tilted, watching as his owners moved as one. Meanwhile, Dean dug his fingers into Amaya's hips, leaving marks on her skin. She loved it when he marked her as it sent her over the edge again, just feeling his possessive nature, the sensation of him never wanting to let her go. At the same time, she pulled him close to her, her own fingers digging into his flesh, the fear of losing him surfacing in her thoughts. And yet, the sound he made as she rolled his hips brought her out of the negative haze. He felt perfect inside her, filled her just right.

Dean gave another groan as his hips met hers. His lips kissed along any skin he could reach, the smell of her lavender perfume calming him as the image of the ruble almost crushing her tried to push their way through. He couldn’t lose her, couldn’t even imagine what his life would be like without her. He could feel her walls clenching around him again and he gave one last grunt before he came, filling her to the brim with his seed. His mouth devoured hers as he stayed buried inside her until he began to soften.

"Fuck, baby," Dean chuckled. "We need to go on assignment more often."

Amaya playfully slapped his shoulder. "Going on assignment has nothing to do with our chemistry."

Dean helped her off the counter, placing her gently in front of him, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for another deep kiss.

"I love you, Amaya," he muttered against her lips. "If anything happens to me, you move on, okay?"

"Hey, where did this come from?" she pulled back to look into his green eyes.

"Just— just something that the goddess said," Dean looked down at the floor. "She mentioned that I need to spend my time with you wisely and—"

"Nothing is going to happen to you," Amaya held on to his face. "Sam will figure out what the witches were up to."

"This is something we've never dealt with before," Dean said as he cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "If anything were to happen, if you can't fix it— just let me go?"

"Fat chance," Amaya scoffed. "No way in hell I am ever giving up on getting you back, Dean. Now, let's forget about this, go to bed, and in the morning we teach the future hunters of tomorrow."

Dean took in a deep breath, gazing deeply into her eyes. He could feel himself taking in all her features: the shape of her face, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how her hair framed her face. He pulled her in for another heated kiss. Their tongues clashed as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to feel aroused again.

"Babe," she muttered against his lips.

"Can't help it, Sweetheart," he teased with a smirk "I'm hot for teacher."

The sound of her laughter filled the apartment, followed by Dean's soft chuckle. The night was spent with laughs and moans echoing in their home. Before long, both hunters were asleep in each other's arms.

Dean awoke sometime later, not able to sleep anymore. Amaya's soft snores filled the room. Looking down at her, he gently moved her hair out of her face. He smiled a bit when she leaned into his touch. He remembered when he first met Amaya. Her grandfather had brought her to the academy, she was thirteen at the time. Dean had decided that she was probably a snooty spoiled princess, but in the end, Amaya had him on his back as she straddled him, blade at his throat. It was one of his fondest memories. After that, he had tried to always one-up Amaya, but every time he found himself on his back, it made him want her even more. She was independent, smart, and always called him out on his shit. Glancing at the clock, he sighed when he realized he woke up before their alarm. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he gently moved away from her, careful not to wake Amaya. He could hear Zep whining as he made his way to the kitchen to start brewing their coffee. As he set the timer for the coffee to brew, he looked over at Zep, who lay by the sliding glass door to be let out to their tiny backyard.

"Okay, okay," Dean groaned and gave a small smile as he gave Zep a pat on the head before letting the dog out to do his business.

Leaning against the open door frame, he watched as Zep moved around the small plot of land to find the right spot to mark. He never noticed Amaya had woken up. With Zep coming in, Dean turned to see Amaya holding out his favorite mug filled with coffee.

"I see you woke up before the alarm today," she breathed before she caressed his cheek before planting a kiss on his lips.

"What can I say," he acknowledged and gave a soft shrug. "I was anxious to get back in the classroom."

"Eso lo llamo mierda," Amaya scoffed. ( I call that bullshit.)

"What?" Dean mocked as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love my classes. The kids are into learning all the strategies for a good hunt. They’re working on what to look for when hunting a ghost. I think they're ready to move on to poltergeists."

"Really?" she probed while she raised an eyebrow at her fiancé. "Well, My advanced lore kids are already moving up to Demons and Latin incantations," she let her fingers dance across his chest.

"Well, you do have the students that tested into research," Dean reminded her before capturing her lips with his.

"Si seguimos, vamos a estar tarde," she whispered. (If we keep going, we're going to be late.)

Dean groaned. He hated it when she was right.

"Me voy a vestir," he sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. "I also have wrestling try-outs to oversee this afternoon." (I’m going to get dressed.)

"Just don't pop your stitches coach," She chuckled and gave him a playful slap on his ass as he walked back to the room to get dressed for work.

Back in the original universe, Dean looked over at Amaya as he drove them to the local dive bar. He glanced every now and then towards her. The way she bobbed her head to the music made him smile. He was finding it harder and harder to find an excuse to stay away from her. If he pulled away too much, he was risking hurting her as a friend, but if he didn't hold himself back, he’d slip up, and she could be cursed with dying all because he was in love with her.

"So," she broke the deafening silence. "How are we doing this?"

"Doing what?" Dean questioned as he shifted in his seat, driving with one hand on the wheel while the other was casually resting on the open window frame.

"Well," Amaya began and rolled her shoulders, trying to relieve the tension in them. "Que vamos hacer? (What are we doing?) Are we going to hook up with different people? Are we going to hustle some frat boys at pool? I mean, what's the game plan?"

"I was thinking just," Dean trailed off a bit and licked his lips, "drinking and hanging out."

Amaya raised her eyebrow at him, "Okay, what is going on? You usually want to have the hottest girl at the bar hanging all over you."

Dean parked the car and turned to her. He didn't have a chance to continue before she was out of the car waiting for him. Getting out, he jogged slightly towards her.

"What can I say," he sighed and gave a slight shrug. "What if, just for tonight, we stress relief together. No strings."

"No strings?" Amaya asked and opened the door to the bar and made her way to the counter. She sat on the barstool and ordered herself two red-headed slut shots for herself and whiskey for Dean. "I can handle that."

"I know it's—wait, what?!" Dean snapped his head in her direction as she knocked back her shot. "You-you are okay with what I suggested?"

"Yeah, porque no?" Amaya shrugged. "I mean, what do we have to lose, right? I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Who better to make me feel good than the meat man," she smirked.

"Oh, fuck, Amaya! You are not going to let that go are you," Dean knocked his own shot back before slamming the glass on the bar top. It was something that Dean had let slip out on a drunken tirade, he had heard it from someone and figured it described him perfectly. After all, he was a guy who did love eating meat, and then Amaya had to look up the term on Urban Dictionary and laugh at how he used it. "How about we play some pool, hustle some money and then have some," Dean licked his lips before leaning in and stealing a kiss from Amaya, "fun."

Amaya bit her bottom lip when he pulled away. Her brown eyes gazed into his green ones. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had always dreamed of this but never acted on it. She knew the risks, but she had to keep her feelings in check.

"Bueno, que estas esperando?" (Well, what are you waiting for?) She downed her second shot and looked at him. "If we're going to do this, you need to learn to relax. Besides, it's not the first time we've fucked, remember?" she let her fingers dance along with his shirt. "Gringo, let's see how much money we can make."

Dean let out a chuckle, reminiscing about the time they had a few drinks after a celebrated wolf hunt. Three drinks turned into a make-out session in the alley, followed by stumbling into her room, then a glorious night of fucking until the sun came up. When he woke up, she was gone and left a note that said thanks for the help and stress relief.

Dean shook out his thoughts as she pulled away and walked towards the pool tables, her hips swaying. Dean tilted his head, watching her leave. He licked his lips, wondering what it would be like to have her ass bouncing on his cock. Shaking the thought out of his head, he made his way to her as they picked out the best suckers to hustle. It didn't take long to find some frat boys who were too tipsy for their own good.

"Hey Mama," one of them said, "Why don't you ditch this guy and hang out with us?"

"We can really make you see stars. Besides, you're Latina, right?" The other one interjected. "I'm sure we can make a mean salsa in the bedroom."

Amaya bit her cheek from lashing out and giggled stiffly. "Ay Gringo," she shook her head. "Dudo que vas a poder a hacerme ver estrellas." (I doubt you can make me see stars.) Amaya walked up to one of them, her knife concealed before placing it on his crotch. "The only guy making me see stars or as you put it, helping me make a mean salsa in the bedroom…" she tilted her head, "is the guy I'm with. Entendiste?" (Understand?)

The frat boy nodded while his friend seemed to swallow a lump in his throat. With that settled, Dean and Amaya wiped the floor with the frat boys making off with at least $5,000. With a laugh, Amaya and Dean made their way to the Impala. Dean pressed her up against the passenger door. His fingers found their way under her fishnet top, squeezing her hip.

Amaya moaned into his kiss, "Papi," (Daddy) she whispered. "You gonna make me feel good, Winchester?"

"Oh, it's a promise, Campos," Dean said as he gave her a devilish grin.

The drive back to the Bunker was filled with teasing and moans. Dean's cock was rock hard as Amaya teased him. Amaya's panties soaked through her pants as Dean teased her with what he was going to do to her. The minute the car was parked in the garage, Amaya climbed onto Dean's lap straddling him.

"Amaya," he breathed. "We should move this to my room."

"Y que? (And what?) Give up a chance to make out like teenagers in a sexy car?" she grinned before nipping at his earlobe. "Tienes miedo?"

"M--Mi-eh-dough?" Dean raised an eyebrow at her.

"You scared?" Amaya clarified with a roll of her eyes.

Dean scoffed as he removed her leather jacket from her shoulders, revealing her fishnet top with her tube top under it. "I'm not… are you not wearing a bra?"

"Wow," Amaya chuckled. "That's one way to distract you." she smiled before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

"Fuck, Maya," Dean placed his hands on either side of her face. "You are as sexy as fuck."

"Tell me something I don't know," she sassed.

With a sly smile, she rolled her hips, pressing up against his erection. She could feel Dean take in a sharp breath before pulling away from her, pupils lust blown as he tried to control himself.

"I really want to take you to my room Maya, please?" He found himself begging.

"En Español," she teased.

"Campos, don't ruin the mood!" Dean growled as he reached into her shirt, squeezing her breast. His thumb rolling over her erect nipple.

"Español, Winchester," she reiterated, grabbing at his short hair, giving it a tug, earning a strangled moan from the hunter.

"Pour Fa-vour," he groaned.

"Nice accent," she teased. "Since you asked so nicely and even said please."

As quick as lightning, she had gotten off his lap and out of the car. Dean stayed shocked for a minute before jumping out after her. By the time he reached room eleven, he had found her in just her panties lying on his bed, legs sprawled. Her fingers played with her clit through her panties. Dean stood there, mouth slightly open at the sight of her fingering herself, her moans, music to his ears.

"Que esperas, gringo?" (What are you waiting for, whiteboy?) she smiled as she ran a hand along her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers.

"Fuck Amaya," Dean pulled off his jacket and flannel in one swoop.

His hand worked on his belt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. By then, Amaya had shimmied out of her underwear, giving him a good view of her glistening heat. Dean had let out a low growl before licking his lips and striding towards her. His head buried between her legs as he flattened his tongue against her opening.

"Fuck, Dean!" she hissed when he began sucking on her clit. "You really know how to drive a girl loca."

Dean chuckled against her entrance before plunging his tongue into her dripping hole along with his fingers, curling them as she squirmed against him. He let out a moan when Amaya ran her fingers through his hair, giving it a short tug.

"Someone loves their hair pulled," Amaya moaned as his fingers curled and pressed on her g-spot. "Papi, dame lo todo."

"Want me to give you everything, huh?" Dean chuckled. "I'll give it to you… Mami."

Amaya gasps as he continued his ministrations. The coil in her belly snapping as she came on his mouth and fingers. Dean lapping up at her juices, making her moan and scream some more as he made her cum a second time. Amaya had just started to come down from her high when Dean thrust into her waiting cunt.

Their bodies moving as one as they swallowed each other's moans and screams in a heated kiss. They both chased their release, holding and nipping at one another as Dean's thrusts stilled as he spilled into her. Amaya's thighs shook with her own orgasm as she pulled Dean close to her body. Dean groaned as he fell next to her, holding her tight.

"That was nice," he chuckled.

"Yeah," Amaya sighed. "Sleep time."

"Night, Maya," Dean kissed the top of her head.

"Night, Gringo," she whispered.

Dean made sure that Amaya was sleeping before looking down at her. Closing his eyes, he made his decision. Dean had to keep her safe, even if it meant breaking her heart just a bit. Moving the stray hairs out of her face, he leaned in and gave her one last kiss on her temple.

"Forgive me, Maya. I just can't have you put in danger because of me," holding her close, he drifted off to sleep none the wiser at what the witches spell had in store for him.

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if only for a moment

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Destiel | Gen | 3.8k | 5x20 Coda | Fix-It Of Sorts

It’s nice out here, is his first thought, elbows on the railing as he stares out into the horizon.

Standing at the bridge where their journey started, the sound of rushing water below them and carefree birds above them, the feeling of Sam’s familiar warmth beside him, Dean could almost say that he was content.

Almost.

He knows there’s something missing, and he knows that Sam knows it, too. His little brother keeps shooting him these glances, paired with furrowed brows and that sad, puppy-eyes that never had an effect on him (and Dean doesn’t even acknowledge the lie).

Dean doesn’t point it out when they eventually get back into the car, driving back to Harvelle’s Roadhouse where Dean started. Bobby’s not there anymore, and the bar isn’t lively, but that doesn’t stop Sam and Dean from sitting outside and cracking open a beer, where Dean stares up at the orange-pink-purple sky.

“Were you happy?” Dean eventually asks, taking a sip of his crappy beer. The flavor is tinged with nostalgia and emotions, and the memories of all the times he did this with his brother comes to mind—the two of them sat on the Impala’s hood, taking a moment to enjoy the quiet bubble that they made.

Sam huffs out a laugh and dusks his head, his hair getting in his face. “Yes,” he says. “And no.”

Dean leans back against the chair and waits, staring at his baby brother (because even though Sam’s a giant, towering over him even up in Heaven, he’s always going to be Dean’s baby brother).

“It was a good life,” Sam says after a while, tearing the label off the beer bottle. “I found married Eileen, and we had a son. I didn’t have to worry about dying every day, and I didn’t have to run myself into the ground to save the world.” He lifts his head and there’s a sad little smile on his face. “But I didn’t have you.”

“Sam…” Dean breathes. He watches his brother for a moment and then runs a hand down his face before pushing himself up off the creaking chair. When Sam looks up at him, eyes shining and confused, he gestures for him to get up.

Sam gets up without question, always so trusting of Dean no matter what’s happening, and Dean stares up into his little brother’s eyes, seeing the years of sorrow and grief weighing him down.

“Hey, Sammy,” he says quietly, and spreads his arms the way he used to when they were kids, and little Sammy needed a hug. “I’m here.”

And Sam practically dives into them, wrapping his arms around Dean and clinging to him. Dean says nothing as squeezes him, rubbing circles into Sam’s back with his thumb. His eyes burn when he feels wet tears drip onto his neck, when he feels the way Sam’s body shakes with barely-restrained sobs, but he doesn’t let go of him, he won’t let go of him. Not then, not now, and not ever.

“S’okay, Sammy,” he murmurs, repeating the words that he said countless times before. “Just let it all out, Sammy. I’m here, I’m here…”

Sam’s crying tapers off eventually, and he pulls back, wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. Dean lets him do it and takes a moment to wipe at his own, letting out a breath. The sky is starting to darken, the moon slowly rising and the stars making their appearance.

“We’re gonna be together again,” Dean says, nodding to himself. He squints in the direction where Bobby said his parents were and nods again. “I think I’d like to live in the bunker again,” he says. “I’m sure our rooms will look the same, and you’re free to stay with me whenever you’d like.”

“Heaven’s different now,” Sam murmurs. His eyes are red-rimmed, but he looks calmer, happier. “I think I’d like that.”

“Apparently, Jack had a hand in this,” Dean replies, gesturing to the field in front of him. A proud smile flickers onto his face because yep, his kid did all this. “Broke the walls down and everything. We can go wherever we want, and visit whoever we like.”

“Jack, huh?” And there’s a note of pride in Sam’s voice as well. Good. “Knew he had it in him.”

“We did good,” Dean comments, clapping his brother on the back. “We did real good with that one.”

Sam laughs and scratches the side of his nose. “I guess we did,” he says. He tips his head back, looking up at the star-lit sky. “Wonder if he’s around here, somewhere.”

“Probably,” Dean muses. “He’ll stop by and visit us when he’s free, I’m sure. Kid can’t stray too far from his Dads.”

Sam snorts. “I’m more like the Uncle,” he replies. “You and—” His face falls, mouth twisting. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Pain, sharp and familiar, wells up in his chest. Dean has the sudden urge to lurch forward in panic, clutching at it, but he just barely manages to resist. He settles for clenching his fist at his side, fighting with the emotions for a bit, and then he exhales, and relaxes, recalling Bobby’s earlier words.

“I think Jack got him out,” he says, glancing at him. “Bobby said that Cas helped him out here, and I doubt that Jack would wanna let his other Dad rot in the Empty.” His breath mists out in front of him when he exhales, and he doesn’t voice the thought haunting him.

But I haven’t seen him, and I wish I could.

“That’s good, then,” Sam replies, sounding hesitant, a hint of a question lurking in his words—will you look for him?

Dean shakes his head, and then he shrugs; I don’t know yet.

He figures that Cas is busy doing Angelic things for Jack, probably enjoying life outside of the Empty, probably spreading his wings and flying over the world that he loves. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s avoiding Dean—the remnants of their final time lingering in his head like it does in Dean’s head, the echo of his voice loud in the silence:

I love you.

They stand together, silent, contemplating, while Dean’s mind is a mess of thoughts. He swallows hard and blinks rapidly when his eyes start burning again.

I didn’t say anything, Dean wants to say. I couldn’t stop the Empty from taking him, I couldn’t properly react to his confession, I couldn’t save him from being stuck in there for eternity.

I didn’t say it back, Sammy. Why didn’t I say it back?

“He’ll be around,” Dean says instead, voice rough. He takes a seat again and reaches for his still-cold beer, staring at the Impala so Sam won’t see the tears in his eyes. “We’ll see him soon enough.”

Sam doesn’t say anything, but he does scoot his chair closer and shifts his foot until their boots are touching, and that’s enough. That’s more than enough for now.

❧ ❧ ❧

He’s at Harvelle’s Roadhouse when everything slots into place, manning the bar while Ellen and Jo go off to visit Bill, and Ash somewhere on the tech side of Heaven. Dean didn’t really pay attention to that whole explanation, just waved him off and said he’d stay. Sam’s with Eileen, who finally made it up here, while Bobby’s with Karen. No other person has decided to stroll into this place while he’s been here, so Dean grabbed a beer and took a seat on one of the stools, listening to the music drifting from the jukebox.

The door opens with a wooden creak, and Dean lifts his beer in greeting, not looking in that direction. He’s gotta be a good host. “What can I get for ya?” he drawls, already leaning over the counter to grab another, just in case. “We’ve got everything you’d want in here.”

There’s a beat, the sound of something rustling; clothes, maybe (or feathers, his traitorous mind whispers), and then—

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean’s head snaps toward the door, the bottle slipping from his fingers, but there’s no shattering. He knows that the bottle will be in the spot it originally was in, looking as pristine as before. “Cas,” he breathes, eyes wide. “Is it really you?”

The Angel stands a few feet away from him, tan trench coat draped across his shoulders, blue tie on backwards, messy black hair still imperfect, and blue eyes piercing his soul (quite literally, now). He stands tall, observing him with a cocked head, but Dean can see his nerves in the way he fidgets ever so slightly, in the way he slips his hands into the pockets of his coat.

“Yes,” he says, and his familiar rough voice threatens to undo Dean. “It’s me.”

Dean should go over there and hug him, but he’s frozen, heart stuttering in his chest. All that pain, all that grief, washes over him, threatening to drag him under the waves and drown him. He swallows around the lump in his throat and stares down at the counter, blinking away the wetness in his eyes.

(He’s been crying too much, these days.)

“W-What—” Dean starts. Stops. Swallows again. It’s hard to speak right now, hard to put thoughts into words, and he feels like a kid, small and hurting, but with a big responsibility on his shoulders. He clears his throat and tries again. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” Cas says, stepping further into the bar. He stops, inches away, and hums, giving a small shake of his head. “No, that’s not right. I wanted to see you.”

And you couldn’t have seen me sooner, when I died? Dean wonders. He realizes that he said it out loud when he sees the stricken look on Cas’s face. His mouth clicks shut and he slides back onto the stool, directing his stare to the floor.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas says quietly. “I wanted to visit you right away, but I was just…” He trails off and then releases a huff. Frustration lurks beneath his words when he continues, “I suppose I was afraid of seeing you, afraid of what you’d say. Perhaps you’d be angry with me for not saving you, for allowing Sam to live a life with his brother.”

“I was mad,” Dean admits, and shakes his head. “But not at you, Cas. I was mad at the world, I guess, and I was mad at myself.” He lets out a short, sad laugh. “I mean, for the first time in a long time, I was happy with life—no plans for us, no world-ending events that we needed to stop, just a typical monster hunt. And it wasn’t even the monster that got me! Just a stupid rusty nail and my stupid mistake.” Another laugh, this one humorless. “A typical human death for Dean Winchester.”

“You deserved to go out the way Sam did,” Cas says. “Old and gray, with your children and grandchildren beside you.”

Dean barks out a real laugh, shaking his head. “M’not like Sammy,” he replies with a wry smile. “That apple pie life? It ain’t for me, it never was. I tried it, remember? And then I screwed up by going back to being a Hunter.” He shrugs. “That’s what I was always meant to do, Cas. Save people, hunt things, and all that.” Dean wets his lips and glances at Cas, quickly adding, “Besides, I doubt I’d find the right person. Not the way Sam did.”

“You would have,” Cas insists. “Eventually, you would have gotten there.”

Dean takes a long sip of beer in an attempt to give himself some liquid courage, feeling almost light-headed from nerves. He lets out a breath and says, finally, “If I tried, then it wouldn’t matter to me, because they wouldn’t be you.”

He hears Cas’s sharp inhale, but receives no response. Dean’s heart pounds in his ears, loud enough to drown out the soft, slow song that’s playing in the bar. He wants to continue, but his throat seems to close up before he can make a sound, and he stews in silence, chewing on his bottom lip.

“I can’t say it,” Dean eventually blurts out. He fiddles with the label on the beer bottle, staring at the condensation slowly dripping down the neck. “I really want to, Cas, but I just can’t. I don’t have good experiences with it, and I’m afraid I’ll mess it all up.”

“Dean,” Cas says gently. “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to,” Dean says. He looks up at the Angel, who’s gazing at him with his head cocked in that bird-like way of his. “I’m just asking if you’ll be patient with me, s’all.”

“Of course,” Cas replies, face softening. He edges closer to the bar and rests a hand on Dean’s arm, and Dean feels electricity shoot down his spine. Even through the layers of his clothes, it still feels like that. “Dean, you don’t need to say it to keep my affection for you. I have loved you for what felt like eons, and that won’t go away because you can’t say it back just yet.”

Heat creeps up to Dean’s cheeks (he can still blush in Heaven??), and he resists the urge to avert his gaze. “Well, when you put it that way…” he mumbles.

“Besides,” Cas adds. “You might not be able to say it, but your soul is quite open with your feelings for me. Especially up here in Heaven.”

“And what does that mean?” Dean asks warily. “You’re peeking at my feelings? That’s a little rude, Cas.”

Cas rolls his eyes, a very human gesture that Dean’s surprised to see (he suspects that Cas learned it from Sam since he was prone to do that once every single day). “It’s unintentional, I assure you,” Cas says. “There were times when I couldn’t help but glimpse at your soul, particularly when the day was hard, and it soothed me more than it should.”

His hand slides up to Dean’s shoulder, where the handprint once lay, and Dean feels an all-too-familiar tingle—the time when he’d curl his hand around his bicep, staring at his reflection in various motel bathrooms, and reminding himself that it wasn’t a dream. “What do you mean?” he asks, voice a little husky.

“Your soul is beautiful,” Cas says simply, but there’s a touch of reverence to his words, wonder. “I’ve known that since I first saw you.”

“In the barn?”

The corner of his lips quirk. “That was not our first meeting,” Cas says. “You may have forgotten, but I remember the moment I found Dean Winchester’s soul after storming the gates of Hell.” He takes a seat on the stool beside Dean, but his hand remains on his bicep. “You shined so brightly,” he murmurs, sounding distant and airy, as if lost in the memory. “Despite what Hell had done, you still shined brighter than the rest of the souls trapped down there, and you were a beacon that led me to you.”

“My soul?” Dean asks incredulously. He looks down at himself, not seeing anything different.

“You cannot perceive it the way that I do,” Cas informs him. “My ‘angel vision,’ as you would say, allows me to do so without any difficulty.”

Dean swallows, and now he has to look away from the intensity of Cas’s blue eyes. “And how does that relate to you being able to see my soul-feelings?” he asks. “I don’t think I was feeling anything nice in Hell.”

“That came after,” Cas replies softly. “Dean, your soul is filled with love—for Sam, for your car, for the world, for all the people that came into your life. You, Dean Winchester, are a being made from love, and you were made to love. Your soul grows brighter around the people you care for, and it dims when they’re away.” There’s a small smile on his face when Dean looks up at him, and the affection threatens to undo him. “Your soul is beautiful,” Cas says again. “And I know you return my feelings because of it.”

“What—” Dean pauses, wets his lips, and tries again, “What does it do when I’m around you?”

“It outshines everyone in the room,” Cas answers, and now he’s even closer. This time, Dean feels a nervous, fluttery feeling in his stomach. “You radiate so many positive feelings when I’m near, Dean, and your soul reaches for my Grace.”

“Why does it do that?” Dean wonders.

He’s surprised to see Castiel looking so nervous, all of a sudden. “When I raised you from Hell,” he speaks slowly. “I put you back together myself. I purged the demon touch from your soul and healed all the wounds that were inflicted upon you, and I used my own grace to stitch the pieces together until you were pure, whole, and new.”

“Your…” Dean touches his chest with wide eyes. “I have your Grace in me?” He doesn’t know how he feels about the idea yet, but he can’t deny that there’s a part of him that’s pleased over having a piece of Cas with him.

“I—yes. You have some of my Grace in your soul, and I used to wonder if your soul was just reacting that way in an attempt to unite with me, seeking more Grace.” Cas shakes his head. “But that wasn’t the case, Dean. The feelings became apparent, and I realized that it was not seeking to merge with my Grace. Your soul wanted to be with my Grace, yes, but for a different reason—similar to the way a soul reaches for another soul when they care for them so deeply.” And then, Cas smiles, soft and happy as he says, “The way soulmates do.”

“The way soulmates do,” Dean repeats, dazed. “And you believe that we’re—” His mouth snaps shut and he swallows, something akin to hope rising in his chest.

“Dean,” Cas says, voice low and serious. “What I feel for you is something that I’ve never felt before, not for another human, nor an Angel. I love humanity, and my brethren, and I even love the small family that we made in that bunker, but it’s not the same as what I feel for you.”

“Cas…” Dean breathes.

And Castiel straightens, and Dean sees the shadow of wings curving towards him, flickering in and out of existence until they’re suddenly there, sleek black feathers that take his breath away. “Dean,” he says in a soft, tender voice, similar to the way he said it in those quiet moments that they had, just the two of them in a shared space. “I believe it to be true.”

“You do?” Dean asks quietly.

“Yes,” Cas replies. “I grew to love you not because we were destined to be through Cupid’s arrow, but because you’re you. ” He pauses, licks his lips, and then his wings are gone; Dean misses them already. “Destiny never mattered when it came to us,” he adds. “You taught me that, Dean, and I will always believe that to be true. We found each other in spite of everything that the world threw at us, and we became soulmates on our own.”

“Cas,” Dean whispers, and he doesn’t dare try to hide his longing. It feels like it’s all he can say right now, all he can think, and if he was alive, he knows that his heart would beat to the sound of his name—Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas.

“Dean,” Cas murmurs, and there’s that touch of reverence to his voice again, like Dean’s name is the only thing he should know, like Dean’s the only one that deserves his prayers. “Dean.”

And Dean leans in, ears catching the sound of Cas’s hitched breath, eyes catching the way his pupils dilate. “Will you say it again?” he asks, hand trembling just so. “Please?”

“I love you,” Castiel, the Angel who rebelled for humanity, the Angel who fell for him, says. “I love you, Dean Winchester. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself. I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll love you until the end of time itself.”

Dean kisses him.

It’s not like what those movies make it out to be when you kiss the love of your life, no. There are no fireworks exploding in his head, no sparks traveling through his body. There’s just a sense of rightness flooding through him, a warmth blooming his chest, and the feeling of coming home.

Cas hand clutches his bicep, still resting over where his handprint used to be, and he tilts his head as he kisses back. Dean presses closer to him, closer to the warmth emanating from the Angel, and distantly thinks that maybe it’s what Cas means—his soul reaching for his Grace, desperate to be together.

Dean’s breathing raggedly by the time they break, and Cas isn’t any better. They stare into each other’s eyes, and Dean feels a rush of affection for Cas, so strong and overwhelming that he has to tip his head forward onto the Angel’s shoulder and clutch him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he chokes out.

Cas returns the embrace. “There’s no place I’d rather be than by your side,” he says.

❧ ❧ ❧

And it’s when they’re under the star-lit sky, walking home after having dinner with the Winchester family, days, weeks, months after the reunion, that Dean finally makes his confession.

The moon shines down on them, the cool breeze tickles his cheeks, and the night birds sing their songs. Cas’s hand is warm in his, their fingers threaded together, and their silence is comfortable, soothing.

Dean lets out a breath and then glances at Cas, smiling at the content look he sees on his face. Affection rushes through him and when Dean opens his mouth to call Cas’ name, maybe ask him if they want to stop by somewhere and get some pie, what comes out is a soft, confident,

“I love you.”

Cas looks over at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and Dean’s certain he’s wearing a similar expression. He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, but now that he’s thinking about it, he’s okay with saying those words to Cas right now. It’s not like they needed a romantic dinner or something—it was a moment with just them, nothing more, nothing less.

A smile tugs at his lips again when Cas’s face softens, and then they stop walking to face each other. Cas presses their foreheads together and hums, as he’s prone to do whenever he’s pleased by something.

“Will you say it again?” Cas murmurs. “Please?”

And Dean doesn’t hesitate. “I love you,” he repeats, no waver, only warmth. “I love you, Castiel—Cas. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He pairs each declaration with a kiss, until he’s got his arms wrapped around Cas, melting into the kiss that carries all of the love they share.

He wouldn’t have Heaven any other way.

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punk-is-notdead · 7 years

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Fic title: Friends With Benefits? Yeah, Right..., by tfw_cas

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dean Winchester Castiel Sam Winchester Eileen Leahy Bobby Singer Jody Mills Gabriel (Supernatural) Claire Novak Kevin Tran Ellen Harvelle Jo Harvelle Friends to Lovers Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time and second third fourth fifth time I actually lost count Clueless Dean Winchester Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love Everyone Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester Gabriel is a Little Shit Hand Jobs Blow Jobs Shower Sex Anal Sex Phone Sex Masturbation Wall Sex Smut Fluff Fluff and Smut Accidental Cuddling Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Castiel Takes Initiative Frottage Idiots in Love

Summary: Dean and Cas have been friends for twenty years. After a drunken night of sex, to avoid those pesky feelings, Dean suggests something different. Over the next two weeks he learns that things don't always work out how you expect them to.

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Written for the Destiel & Cockles Sentence Monthly Challenge

When Dean’s mind began to drag him back into the land of the living, the first thing he became aware of was that there was someone else in bed with him. Unfortunately, he had been so wasted last night that he had no recollection of anything after about 10 pm. He had been with Cas at a bar, having a great time, and they were doing shots, then... nothing. Crap. There was no way Dean was going to remember her name - this could get really awkward. Also, he was feeling really bad that he had left Cas to get home on his own. He was going to have to do some serious apologising later, even though it wasn't the first time Dean had abandoned Cas when he had gotten lucky.

The woman next to him started to stir, and he prepared to give her one of his dazzling smiles, which he hoped would distract her from realising that he had no memory of her. As she turned around however, Dean noticed a very familiar messy head of hair, which most definitely did not belong to a woman. Cas?

Suddenly the memories came flooding back; they left the bar, holding each other up because Cas had been barely able to walk. He had stumbled and collided with Dean, who had fallen against the wall, laughing stupidly.

“Dean... Dean, are you okay? Didn wan hurt you.” Cas had crowded into his space, with a look of concern on his face, but then something between them changed and Cas’ mouth was there, and he had pressed it against Dean's, and Dean had grabbed hold of his face and kissed him back with everything he had. It was kind of messy, but - oh god - Cas had felt so good, and then they were grinding on each other against that wall, and Dean couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to. Which he absolutely did not.

Then Cas had yanked Dean's pants open, grabbed hold of his cock, and stroked it over and over, and Dean couldn't remember ever enjoying a hand job so much. He cried out as he spilled over Cas’ hand, then tried to return the favour but Cas informed him that there was no need, as he had already come in his pants while they were grinding. Dean had found that all kinds of hot.

Then they started kissing again, and it went on for a really long time, and Cas had said he was going to go home, but Dean had insisted that he was coming back with him. It's possible that they might have had more sex in Dean’s bed, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

He lay still as he wondered what the hell all this meant for their friendship. They had been best friends for… oh, twenty years or so. Ever since the weird, dorky kid had shown up in their science class, and demanded that the teacher teach them about bees, Dean had found him completely irresistible. Their friendship had grown ever closer over the years, and it seemed that they were unable to go for more than a few days without seeing each other, for nights out, or sometimes nights in to watch movies, play games etc. Didn't mean anything, right? They were buddies... pals, and nothing more. Except they were in bed together, naked - well, Dean was naked anyway, but he didn't want to find out if Cas was - after having had sex together.

Cas turned over and smiled contentedly at Dean, who couldn't help but smile back. They gazed into each other's eyes for heated moments, until Dean felt a hand sliding up his thigh. Then he opened his mouth and said one of the stupidest things he had ever said in his life.

“Hey Cas, buddy. Last night was awesome… ya know, but let's not make a big deal out of it.”

“I don't understand Dean. What are you saying?” Cas’ voice was even deeper and rougher in the mornings, and it was very distracting.

“Well, um… I mean, it's not like we're gonna get all serious on each other just cos we had sex, is it? Hell, it wouldn't even mean anything if we did it once a week.”

Cas’ face was a mixture of confusion and sadness, and Dean felt like he had kicked a puppy, but he really did not want anything to mess up their relationship friendship. He valued Cas above everything else. Cas sat up and was silent for a long while; eventually speaking before the silence became unbearable.

“So, what you’re saying is that the sex doesn't have to be a one-off... we could do it again if we wanted, without feelings being involved. A friends with benefits type of deal.”

“Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying.”

“How would that work? Would it be a regular thing, like every Tuesday, or would one of us contact the other to find out if they were free?” Trust Cas to be all practical about this. The loveable dork.

“I guess we could pick a day, yeah. Then the rest of the week we’d be free to hook up with whoever we want.”

Cas’ expression darkened for a moment, and Dean thought he saw a hint of jealousy in those eyes. He chose to ignore it.

“Wednesday is movie night, Friday is burger night, Saturday we go to a bar, Sunday... family. That leaves us with Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.” Cas’ eagerness to sort out a day for them to have sex was hilarious, slightly unsettling, and completely endearing.

“Okay Cas… Tuesday?”

“Yes, that will work well. And on Mondays and Thursdays we can have sex with other people.”

“Yeah…” Why did Dean not like the sound of that when it was Cas saying it? For some reason it didn't sit well. Dean decided not to think about it.

“What if one of us doesn't feel like having sex on our chosen day?”

Cas’ question was perfectly reasonable, but Dean had got so excited about their regular future sex, and all that they could try, that he found the mere thought of this scenario upsetting. However, he had to accept that this was a possibility.

“Then we just tell the other one. No biggie.” Dean hoped he was coming across as nonchalant.

“I have two more questions. First, are we going to tell anyone else about our arrangement? I'm guessing from the look on your face that the answer is no.” Well, at least Cas wasn't stupid. “My second question is where? Where do we do this?” Again, with the practicalities.

“I dunno about you, but I vote for here. My bed has memory foam. Is your bed as comfortable as this, Cas?”

“No, this is the best choice. Okay then, I believe we have a deal.” Cas smiled and extended his hand so that they could shake on it.

Their eyes locked again, in an intense stare. Dean really wanted to lean forward and kiss Cas, and it was obvious that the dark haired sex god was thinking the same thing. That would clearly be going against the spirit of their agreement, though, so Dean looked away, and spoke somewhat reluctantly.

“I guess we should get ready for the family thing.”

“Yes. Is it okay if I use your shower? I seem to be a little sticky.” Oh, dear god. Did Cas have any idea what saying things like that did to Dean?

“Yeah, but make it quick. I need a shower too.” Cas looked at him, and Dean could see that his pupils were dilated. His eyes glanced down to Dean’s lips, and he unconsciously licked his own.

“We could… could always do it together.”

Well, we are in a hurry. “Sure, good thinking. It’ll make it quicker. I’ll go and turn it on, so that the water's hot enough. Come in when you're ready.” Dean jumped out of bed, and walked to the bathroom, feeling Cas’ eyes on him the whole way.

As he turned the shower on, he was struck by thoughts of ‘what are you doing?’ and ‘gonna see Cas’ naked body’. He drowned these voices out by sticking his head under the water. Moments later he felt the heat from Cas’ body, as he too stepped under the spray. He tried to move over, to give the other man more room, but for the first time, Dean noticed just how small his shower was. Blinking the water out of his eyes, he found his friend’s face just inches from his. Deciding to ignore all logic, Dean surged forward and captured those gorgeous lips with his own. Cas moaned into his mouth, as they found themselves once again pressed up against a wall.

Lining their hips up, Dean reached between them and took both of their cocks in his hand. He gave one tiny thrust, and stopped, trying to adjust to the intensity of the sensation.

“Dean, d-don’t stop. Please, don't… ohhhh god.”

Dean began to speed his hand up over them both, and it felt glorious. They started kissing again; only pulling away for air when he was about to come.

“Cas, yes… I, fuck!” Dean cried out as his release spilled over his hand and Cas’ dick.

“Dean. DeanDeanyes.” The last words all became one as Cas’ orgasm hit him hard. Panting, he grabbed at Dean’s arms, trying to hold on to something. The only thing Dean could think of to stop the other man from falling was to pin him up against the wall and kiss him some more.

They stayed like this for longer than necessary, because Dean did not know what to do. They had made an agreement not half an hour ago, and they had already broken it. What kind of weak-willed monster was he?

He had to move once the water began to turn cold though, and as he pulled away from Cas he could see how utterly wrecked the other man looked, with his slightly kiss-swollen lips, and wild hair.

“S-sorry, Cas.” Dean pulled away further so that Cas had more room to get washed.

“Why are you apologising Dean?” Suddenly, he wasn’t sure what the apology was for.

“Well… we made an agreement, and I broke it.”

“You broke it? Dean Winchester broke it?”

“Yeah, I-” Before Dean could finish speaking Cas had pulled him into a hug, and was burying his face in his neck.

“Dean, we both broke it, and besides, it was nice. Do not apologise.”

“Oh, okay Cas.. we really should get ready though.” As they finished washing, then got dried and dressed Dean tried to get his head around the crazy events of the last few hours. It had been kind of a whirlwind, but Cas’ assessment that what they had just done was nice was the understatement of the century; it had been mind-blowingly awesome.

When they were ready they smiled shyly at each other, and hesitated at the door for a few moments, before walking back to the bar to find Dean’s beloved baby; his ‘67 Chevy Impala. They drove to Sam and Eileen's house to meet up with their strange and wonderful family. Sam; Dean’s giant of a younger brother, Eileen; his wonderful wife, Gabe; Cas’ annoying older brother, Bobby; Dean and Sam’s surrogate uncle, and Jody, Claire, Charlie and Kevin, who were not related in anyway, but as Bobby always says ‘family don’t end in blood’.

Dean and Cas went into the house, and could hear the usual chaotic chatter coming from the kitchen. As they walked into the room all eyes turned to them, and the voices fell silent.

“Dude, you’re late.” Sam pointed accusingly at his brother.

“Yeah, we… we got held up. Sorry.” Dean sat down, and Cas sat next to him.

“They were too busy doing unspeakable things to each other.” Gabe was always saying stuff like that, but the fact that this time it was true made Dean see red. Just as he was about to unleash an angry tirade on him though, Eileen stepped in to save the day; she might not be able to hear, but she was shit-hot at lip reading.

“Gabriel!” She scolded him frustratedly. “What Dean and Cas get up to in private is nobody else's business. Now, eat up everyone.” She shot a warning look at Gabe, who wisely decided to keep quiet.

Dean wanted to challenge the whole ‘what they get up to in private’ thing, but considering the activities they had actually been indulging in, he thought it best to keep his damn mouth shut for once.

Dinner passed very pleasantly, with a lot of chit-chat and laughter. More than once Dean found his sole attention focused on Cas; whether talking to him, or just watching him. He was definitely not gazing admiringly at him, that's for sure.

“You two are so gross.” Claire rolled her eyes at them, in disgust.

“What are you on about?” Dean snapped a little at Claire’s insinuation.

“Staring at each other all the time… always touching. Can't you just stop while we're trying to eat?”

Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times, as he tried to find a response. Luckily, Eileen intervened again, before Dean could deny it so vehemently that it might piss Cas off.

“We have two types of pie for dessert - pecan or apple.”

“Did I ever tell you how lucky you are Sammy?” Dean hugged his sister-in-law, as she struggled to serve dessert.

“Yeah, every time she gives you pie.”

“Bitch.” Dean chuckled as he threw the ‘insult’.

“Jerk.” Sam's retort had everyone groaning - apart from Cas, who watched them affectionately.

“Idjits.” Bobby's gruff voice caused much laughter around the table.

After the pie had been consumed - Dean having had a piece of both - they said their farewells, and left to go home. Dean was suddenly reluctant to say goodbye to his friend, but he couldn't think of a reason not to. He drove Cas home, and as they pulled up outside Dean really wanted to kiss him goodnight. No, stop that. We have an agreement.

Cas seemed to take an age getting out of the car, and he looked just as unhappy about it as Dean.

“Goodnight Dean. I will see you on Tuesday for our… uhm. Night.” He poked his head through the window as he spoke, and Dean could see the stunning blue of his irises. My god, the man’s beautiful.

“Yeah, see ya Cas.” Dean pulled away before he could make a fool of himself, and spent the rest of the evening not thinking about his friend and all the sex they’d had that weekend.

On Monday evening Dean found a pressing need to call Cas, and check some information about bees with him. The fact that this confirmed Cas was not out picking up other people was just an added bonus.

On Tuesday evening Cas arrived at Dean's apartment, with a bag in his hand and a twinkle in his eye. Dean had been nervous as hell all day, but his friend looked as cool as a cucumber. So, now what? They stood, looking nervously at each other for a few seconds, until Dean strode over to Cas, took his face in his hands and kissed him with a soft brush of the lips.

“Heya Cas.” He found that they were doing that staring thing again.

“Hello Dean.” Cas kissed him again, hard and passionate, as he ran his hands through Dean's hair. Dean was surprised to discover that Cas had pushed him backwards, and had him pinned against the wall. What the fuck was it with them and walls? Cas rolled his hips against Dean's, who was entirely at his mercy. Man, was that hot.

As he continued the hip rolls, Cas started to kiss down Dean's neck, stopping at the top of his shirt collar. He took hold of the bottom of Dean's t-shirt, but stopped before pulling it off; watching, and waiting for permission.

“Yeah, Cas.” Dean breathed, as his friend pulled the garment up and over his head.

Cas continued his kissing movements downwards, until he reached the left nipple. He took it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Dean arched his back - as much as he could, given that he was trapped - and Cas gave a little chuckle. After a few more flicks of the tongue, Cas moved over to the other nipple. By the time he was done Dean was a panting mess; very grateful that Cas was holding him up so firmly, because otherwise he would be a puddle on the floor. Moving down some more, he kissed and licked his way over Dean’s ribs and hip bones, then dropped to his knees, opened Dean’s pants, and pulled them and his boxers down. Dean didn’t know how he was doing it, but he realised that Cas was still holding him up; this was his last coherent thought before Cas took him into the wet, velvety heat of his mouth. Pulling off slightly, he licked up the shaft, then swirled his tongue around the head.

“Jesus, Cas… fuuuuck.” Dean could only watch, as his friend pushed him towards the edge.

Cas was swallowing almost all of him, as he moved backwards and forwards rhythmically, and it was very little time before Dean came; shooting his release into Cas’ mouth. His legs felt like jelly as Cas got back up, smiling serenely.

“Fuck, Cas. Where the fuck…?” Dean couldn’t finish his sentence, so Cas just kissed him. He could taste his come on Cas’ lips and tongue, but he had very little time to savour this before Cas flipped him around so that he was facing the wall. What the hell? Cas ran his finger down Dean’s crack, and started to circle the hole. He leaned forward and whispered in Dean’s ear.

“Dean, I would really like to fuck you. Can I fuck you, please?”

“Y-yeah. But could we do it on the bed? I don’t think my legs will hold out much longer.”

“Of course Dean.” Cas backed off a little, but not so far that Dean might fall, and pulled his pants and boxers back up for him.

Dean turned back around, and they walked into the bedroom together. He really wanted to undress Cas, but before he could even try the other man had pushed him onto the bed, and was lying on top of him. Jeez, he’s keen. They found each other’s mouths, and kissed for a very long time; Cas’ hands running through Dean’s hair and Dean’s hands exploring the skin underneath Cas’ shirt. As Dean was beginning to wonder if this was just going to be an intense make-out session, Cas seemed to remember why they were on the bed. He started that hip rolling thing again, and Dean could feel how hard he was through their clothing.

“I need my bag.” Cas climbed off Dean and the bed, and went to retrieve the bag, which Dean had completely forgotten about. What the hell is in it? He reappeared, looking a little embarrassed, and Dean felt he had to ask.

“What you got in there, Cas?”

He held the bag out to Dean, who laughed out loud at the sight of what looked like a hundred condoms, and two bottles of lube.

“Er, I’m not sure you’ve got enough there Cas.” Dean teased, once he had stopped laughing.

Cas’ expression darkened, and his voice got impossibly lower. “Let’s see how many we can use, Dean.”

Well, okay then. Slowly, Dean slid his pants down his legs, to give Cas a little show, then pushed them off and threw them onto the floor. Once he had removed his socks, he was wearing nothing but his underwear.

“Your turn, gorgeous.” He looked up at Cas expectantly; unconsciously licking his lips in anticipation.

“You haven’t finished, Dean.” Cas pointed at his underwear.

This seemed very unfair; Dean was expected to be completely naked, while Cas was fully dressed. However, the more he thought about it, the hotter he found it. He took his boxers off, faster than strictly necessary, and waited to see what Cas was going to do next.

He watched Cas as he slipped his shoes off, and pull out one of the bottles of lube and one condom from the bag. He lay down next to Dean and ran his hands all over his body; caressing, stroking, rubbing. He gently spread Dean’s legs, coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube, and found his hole again. He slowly pushed one of the digits inside, stopping occasionally to allow Dean to adjust to the feeling.

“How does that feel Dean?” Cas was staring into Dean’s eyes, looking for any sign of distress or discomfort.

“Different… but in a good way. Ahhhh, fuck.” Dean cried out and arched off the bed as Cas found something inside him with his finger.

“You like that? That’s your prostate.”

“Yes... oh god, yes. P-please do it again.” Cas hit that spot again, as he added another finger, and Dean thought he might come for a second time, before Cas even got to fuck him.

“Please Cas, I’m gonna-” Cas realised how close Dean was, and stopped hitting his prostate as he added another finger and finished preparing him.

When he was satisfied that Dean was ready, he opened his pants and pulled them and his underwear down enough to let his cock spring free. He opened the condom and rolled it on, added some more lube, then lined himself up with Dean’s waiting hole. They gazed at each other for a few moments - did they do that often? - before Cas slowly pushed in. Once he had bottomed out, he stayed still, as they both adjusted, then Dean moved his hips and that spurred Cas into action.

At first he was gentle; moving in and out slowly, but he gradually started to speed up, snapping his hips forwards faster and faster. Dean was losing himself in the feel of the other man, but Cas suddenly grabbed hold of his ass and changed the angle a little. With the next thrust he nailed Dean’s prostate, and the sounds he made at this were obviously what Cas was looking for. To help with this angle Dean wrapped his legs around Cas’ back, and pushed his heels forward with each thrust. As his movements became more erratic, Cas took hold of Dean’s cock and gave it a few long strokes, which was all he needed to fall over the edge. As his orgasm hit, great white stripes of come landed on his stomach, and he felt Cas reach his moment of ecstasy. as his hole clenched around him.

As they both tried to breathe normally again, Cas found Dean’s mouth and they kissed long and slow. As they kissed, Dean realised two things; 1) Cas really liked being in control during sex, and 2) Dean REALLY liked Cas being in control. Also, the sex was fucking awesome, and they could do it without any feelings being involved. It was just sex, right?

Cas lifted himself onto his elbows and gave Dean one of his soul-piercing stares; affection written all over his face. “Dean, I-”

“Yeah Cas, I know. That was fucking amazing.” Dean cut him off before he could say anything inconvenient.

“Yes, it was.” Cas spoke so quietly it was barely audible. He pulled out of Dean and they both winced, then he pulled off the condom and tied it off. He went off to the bathroom to dispose of it, and to get a washcloth, but when he returned he had a strange expression on his face.

Dean really wanted Cas to lie down with him, so they could hold each other, but an awful thought struck him - what if Cas hadn't got undressed because he wanted to leave as soon as the sex was over? Shit. Dean tried not to panic as Cas cleaned him up, but he didn't know what to say.

When Cas had finished, he put the washcloth down, then spoke very softly. “What do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to leave now that the sex is over?”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “No. No, Cas… I’d really like you to stay.”

Cas smiled one of the most beautiful smiles Dean had ever seen on the man, and his heart soared, for some reason. Cas quickly removed his clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor, then lay down beside Dean so that they were face to face. He pulled Dean into his arms and they held each other, contentedly. They found each other's mouths again, and melted into a tender kiss, making out for what felt like hours. Dean found himself dropping off to sleep a couple of times, and woke up to find Cas soothing his back, or his hair. God, this was nice - the sex was amazing, but this… Dean would need poetry to describe it.

In the morning Dean woke to find that he was alone, but he was delighted to see a little note on his nightstand.

Dean

Sorry I had to leave, but I will see you tonight for the movie. Please look after my bag for me.

Cas

Dean thought that Cas leaving his bag there meant that he wasn't planning on having sex with anyone else, and that made him stupidly happy. He spent the rest of the day in a state of euphoria; barely able to contain his excitement at seeing Cas again so soon. Of course, as soon as Cas arrived, it all came crashing down; the dark haired sex god walked in as if everything was as it had always been, and set up the movie and popcorn as usual.

Dammit. It's not sex night. “Hey Cas.” Dean knew that his voice sounded a little unsure, but he couldn't help it.

“Hello Dean. We are watching The Return of the King tonight, aren't we?”

“Oh. Er… yeah.” Dean watched his friend settle down on the sofa, and wondered how in hell he was going to be able to act as if this was just a normal Wednesday. Cas, on the other hand, seemed totally at ease, and that made it even worse somehow.

By the time they were halfway through the movie, Dean thought he might actually be about to die from the tension. The two foot gap between them felt like a gaping chasm, and he hated it. He couldn't focus on what was happening on the screen; instead he spent most of the time glancing at his friend, hoping to see a sign of… something. Dean had no idea what it was he was looking for, but he never found it.

At the end of the movie, Cas turned to him. “Dean, you do not look well. I think I should go, while you get some rest.”

Despite knowing that all he needed was a hug, and maybe a kiss, from the other man, Dean reluctantly agreed, and as he watched Cas leave he felt a pain in his chest he didn't recognise. He had a horrible night's sleep, knowing that they wouldn't see each other again until Friday.

On Thursday evening, Dean had every intention of calling Cas, with a ‘very important’ question, but before he could even think about it, Cas was calling him.

“Hello Dean. I wanted to check that you were okay. I was worried about you.” Cas’ voice was laced with worry, and this made Dean feel a whole lot better.

They chatted for a while, then Dean suddenly felt hungry for the first time since yesterday. As soon as he ended the call, he went to the kitchen and made himself an omelette with plenty of crispy bacon, and ate happily. That night's sleep was much easier

.Friday night meant a trip to Harvelle’s roadhouse, and the best burgers in town. Dean and Cas met in the parking lot, as always, and Dean had to resist the urge to hug his friend. The lack of physical contact was agonising, but with extreme willpower he overcame it, and they went inside. They were met by Jo, their waitress, who showed them to their favourite booth.

“Hiya guys, table for two?” Jo winked as she said this, because it was always a table for two.

“Nah, there's seven of us.” Dean chuckled at his joke, and Cas laughed along with him.

As they sat down their knees brushed under the table, and Dean thought that this might be torture. As it turned out, though, the evening was really good; mostly because Cas kept the touches to a minimum. At one point Ellen, the owner and Jo’s mom, came out to hug Dean and scold him for something. She was, after all, the closest thing to a mother-figure Dean had.

“I hope this boy’s treatin’ you right.” She spoke fondly to Cas, who smiled back at her.

“Always.”

“Good.” Ellen gave Dean a playful slap on the back, as she returned to the kitchen.

Sitting himself back down, Dean realised what Ellen had just said. Did everyone think they were in a relationship? He didn't dwell on it too much though, after seeing how happy Cas looked. The burgers were excellent, and so was the beer, and they left completely satisfied. Saying goodbye hurt, but Dean had to suck it up, and as he went home alone he thought of the good parts of the evening, rather than them parting.

On Saturday they went to a bar, and although it was supposed to be an excuse to pick up women, neither of them left each other's side all night. At one point a woman came up to them and tried to flirt with Cas, but he made it very obvious that he wasn't interested, before Dean could get too jealous. Everyone else seemed to give them a wide berth; sensing that they were perfectly happy on their own. Dean got drunk enough to not remember them saying goodbye, which helped.

On Sunday Dean picked Cas up on the way to Sam and Eileen's, and they arrived in good time for dinner. Charlie was the first person to greet them.

“Dean. Cas. What's up, bitches?”

They heard Gabe pipe up from the kitchen. “They've been banging each other's brains out… Ow, Jody, that was vicious.”

“Manners, boy.” Jody’s voice was firm and decisive.

Dean was totally going to punch the irritating midget’s lights out one of these days. For now, though, he had a dilemma; did he sit away from Cas to make a point, or do what he wanted and sit next to his boyfriend? After an internal battle, desire ultimately won out, and Dean made sure to sit next to Cas. Screw Gabe.

Eileen's dinner kicked-ass, and everyone was happy and full by the end. Gabe kept his smug comments to a minimum, and Kevin entertained everyone with his impression of Yoda. The kid was pretty funny; even Bobby was laughing.

Dropping Cas off home was as sad as ever, but at least Dean knew it would only be two days before they saw each other again.

Monday evening saw the now regular phone call, although Dean didn't even try to come up with an excuse this time. They talked for about half an hour, then Dean spent the rest of the night thinking about tomorrow.

By the time Cas was due to arrive on Tuesday, Dean was actually pacing the floor inside the front door. He could hardly contain his nervous excitement, and at the sound of the door opening - yes, of course Cas had a key - he leaped on the poor unsuspecting man, almost knocking him over in the process.

“Dean?” Cas sounded alarmed.

“Cas… I-” Dean grabbed him by the hand, pulled him into the bedroom and yanked him down onto the bed. Unable to explain himself, he clung on to Cas, hoping that he would understand his craving for this closeness. It seemed that he did, and he wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him as close as physically possible, and tangling their legs together. They stayed like this for what felt like hours; holding each other, and kissing occasionally. Dean ran his hands through Cas’ gorgeous hair, while Cas tugged gently at Dean's hair.

Dean was so confused about what he wanted; he thought it was sex, and often it was, but sometimes he just needed touching. He eventually fell asleep like this, and when he woke in the morning there was another note from Cas.

Dean

I really enjoyed last night. See you this evening.

Cas

Dean's head was beginning to hurt with the mixture of emotions, and he went to work with such a jumble of thoughts. Work distracted him enough to get through the day, and when Cas got to his place in the evening he was much calmer. The atmosphere between them felt a little odd, but they started the movie and settled down to watch.

The bowl of popcorn was on Cas’ lap, and when Dean tried to take some without looking his hand landed on Cas’ upper thigh instead. The sensible thing would have been to withdraw his hand, but he left it there, and started to softly rub his thumb backwards and forwards. He moved his hand higher, and rubbed his thumb harder, until he heard Cas’ breath hitch. He looked over at the other man; his eyes were closed, and he was biting his bottom lip. He lifted his hand, then placed it on Cas’ crotch, causing his eyes to fly open. They gazed at each other with undisguised desire, then Dean knelt up on the sofa and shuffled forward until he was close enough to climb onto Cas’ lap.

“Cas.” That word was all he could manage before they were both left breathless by the most passionate kiss they had shared yet.

Dean ground down hard onto Cas, who then held him in place to get more friction between them. As this momentum built up though, it was suddenly not enough; Dean needed Cas inside him. He stood up and all but ran to the bedroom, leaving a slightly dazed Cas sitting on the sofa. Dean returned with a bottle of lube and a condom, and once he had placed them down he hurriedly removed his clothes. When he was naked, he straddled Cas again; he knew he should feel vulnerable, as Cas was fully clothed, but he didn't. He looked deeply into the other man's eyes.

“Cas. I want you to open me up so I can ride you.” The way his eyes widened at this request showed that he was fully on board with Dean's suggestion.

Cas reached for the bottle, and poured some lube onto his fingers, then reached around behind Dean - who had got himself into a kind of crouching position - and slowly started to work him open. It wasn't the best angle for either of them, but he was able to get three fingers in, quite easily.

“That's enough Cas, I’m ready.” Dean panted as Cas withdrew his fingers. He opened Cas’ pants to release him, then rolled the condom onto his very hard cock. He placed his hands on the back of the sofa, and after lining himself up, he gradually sank down onto Cas, feeling every inch as it filled him up.

“Oh fuck, Cas… that feels so good.” Dean stayed still for a few moments after he bottomed out, but it seemed that Cas was having trouble keeping still; he was making tiny little thrusts.

“D-Dean, we need to… move.”

Dean smiled, before lifting himself up, then sliding back down. The noise Cas made at this was amazing, but it seemed to have temporarily short-circuited his brain, as he sat transfixed. It wasn't until Dean had slid up and down a few more times that he started to move; he snapped his hips up sharply to meet Dean's downward movement, and Dean saw stars as Cas hit his prostate.

“Fuuuuuuck. Yes… do that again.”

They started to find a rhythm between them, and as they moved together they kissed, long and slow. Cas hit Dean’s prostate with almost every thrust, and when he felt his release start to build he took hold of his cock and stroked it. Cas pushed his hand away, as he made a kind of growling noise.

“Mine. This belongs to me.” Oh. This possessive side of Cas made Dean all tingly, and that, together with Cas’ expert touch, pushed Dean towards his orgasm. It made Dean ridiculously happy that they came at the same time, and the warm, white liquid spilled out as they rode out the waves of ecstasy together.

Dean was overcome with a feeling of pure bliss, and he could have happily stayed like this forever. This soon became uncomfortable though, and he pulled off Cas, removed the condom, and went to get a washcloth. When he came back the other man hadn't moved, and Dean cleaned him up gently and lovingly. When he had finished he stood back up and pulled his boxers on.

“Can I hold you, Cas?” Dean's voice was earnest, and Cas beamed up at him.

“Yes Dean, I would like that.” They managed to position themselves so that Cas was lying behind Dean on the sofa, and Cas wrapped him in his warm embrace. They fell asleep like this, and, as always, Cas was gone when Dean awoke. He had left another note.

Dean

Last night was wonderful.

Cas

Yeah, it really was. Dean had no idea what any of this meant; he wanted to hold Cas on sex night, and fuck on movie night, which was all kinds of messed up. Maybe they would just have to go with it, and see where it took them.

That evening Dean rang Cas, as he now did whenever they were apart, and they talked for about ten minutes, about nothing much. Just before hanging up Dean said, “see you tomorrow, Cas.”

“Dean, you forgot. I have to go to a conference in the morning. I won't be back until Sunday.”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I did forget.”

“I will come to Sam and Eileen's straight from the airport on Sunday, so I will meet you there.”

“Okay Cas. Well, have a good time.”

“Thank you Dean. I am sure I will.”

The line went dead, and with a heavy heart Dean said to no-one “don't have sex with anyone else.”

Burger night on Friday didn't happen - there's no point in eating out on your own, right? Dean also did not go to a bar on Saturday; he just didn't feel like it. By ten o’clock he had drunk enough beer to convince himself to call Cas, who picked up immediately.

“Hey Cas, what's happening?” Dean slurred slightly as he spoke.

“Hello Dean. Are you drunk?”

“Yeah, a bit. Are you at a bar, Cas.”

“Dean, are you checking up on me?”

“Nah, I just really miss you.” Dean's voice got quieter and more truthful as he said this.

“I miss you too. I wish I was holding you, and kissing you.”

“Yeah, me too.” Dean knew that they were skating along a very thin line here, but he suddenly didn't care.

“I want to run my hands through your hair, and down over your body until I reach your pants. Then I would undo them slowly, and take your cock in my hand.”

Fuck. “Yeah, Cas. Then what?”

“Then I would lie you down, and take you into my mouth, and suck you until you come down my throat. I would lick it all up, until you couldn't stand it anymore.”

Dean had started frantically jacking himself off as he listened to the filthy things Cas wanted to do to him, and his orgasm was quick and sudden.

“Fucking hell Cas.” All he could hear on the other end was little whimpers and moans as Cas chased his own release.

“Yeah Cas, come for me, gorgeous. I wanna hear you.”

“Deeeeeean, fuck.” As Cas cried out, Dean missed him even more.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Cas.”

“Yes Dean, see you tomorrow. I love you.”

Cas hung up, and Dean was left gaping at his phone. What the hell? Did Cas just say he loved him? Why wasn't he freaking out? Did he love Cas back? What did this mean?

He spent the rest of the night and the following morning going over and over what Cas had said; trying to sort out his own feelings, which were complicated, to say the least.

When he arrived at Sam and Eileen's, Dean was disappointed to see that Cas wasn't there yet. He sat nervously waiting; glancing at the door every few minutes, hoping to see him. Everyone else at the table obviously realised that Dean wasn't in the mood to talk, and mostly left him alone.

When Cas finally arrived about an hour late, Dean sat frozen to the spot, unable to move. Cas said hello to everyone in the room, but Dean didn't respond; he felt like he was watching the scene from outside. As Cas sat next to him, he turned to Dean and smiled that beautiful smile. This snapped Dean out of his trance, and he knew what he had to do. He leaned forward, took Cas’ face in his hands, and kissed him. He poured every ounce of feeling he had into that kiss, and he could feel Cas responding enthusiastically as his hands found their way into Dean's hair.

He could hear Claire making gagging sounds, and Gabe whistling - as well as some squealing from somewhere - but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was Cas. When Sam started coughing, however, Dean realised that they should probably stop. Pulling back a little, he gazed lovingly into Cas’ eyes.

“I love you too Cas.”

“I know.” Dean didn't know whether he wanted to punch Cas or kiss him for that glorious use of a pop-culture reference, and the smug look on his face.

“How long have you known, Cas?”

“Oh, about twenty years.”

“Wait… are you telling me that we've been in love since we met?”

“Well, I know I have.”

Damn. Just think of all those wasted years. Dean quickly decided that they needed to make up for lost time.

“I’m really sorry everyone, but we're not feeling very well. We have to go, but we'll see you next Sunday.”

As Dean and Cas went to leave Sam started to protest, but Eileen stopped him with a firm hand on his arm.

“Let them go, Sam. They need some time alone.”

The last thing they heard as they went out the door was Gabe saying “I always knew.”

They got into the Impala, and Dean turned to his… boyfriend? “I’m sorry for being an idiot, Cas.”

“No, don't apologise. We're here now.” The love Dean was feeling from Cas made everything okay, somehow.

Now, could they get to Dean's place without breaking the speed limit? There were some memories that Dean would very much like to add to his memory foam.

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