Dean was famous. YouTube was his throne and the masses loved him. The Winchester enterprise was his pride and joy, though Sam didn't really talk to him that much anymore, Dean knew he was supportive. And obviously his husband was supportive. Cas, Castiel Novak, was his biggest secret. They were never seen in public together and nobody but their closest friends and family knew they were married. And it wasn't that they were scared of it being public, or the obvious hate he'd receive for being a married bisexual, Cas just didn't want the constant fans and stuff. Besides, Cas was a High school Theology teacher. Imagine the students, constantly asking about Dean Dean Dean. They'd discussed it thoroughly. Dean was open about his bisexuality online and that he was taken, but not to whom or the status of the relationship. If it were to get out that they were married, it wouldn't be that bad, but they just preferred it didn't. It was easier.
The camera's red light blinked signaling that it was on and Dean began his whole introduction and such.
"Hey guys, nice to see you again. I'm Dean. Today we'll be playing "Never Have I Ever" with my brother Sam! Say hello Sammy."
"Aloha. I'm the notorious Sam."
"Basically I'll read a statement that you guys have sent in and we'll hold up the sign if we have, or flip to that we've never. We can also tell a few stories, but I dunno how much we'll get out of this one," Dean said gesturing to Sam. "Alright, lets get right into it, Never have I ever gotten a ticket…"
Sam's hand held up a sign that read "I never" while Dean's sign read "I have."
"OOOhhhh you have to tell them the story!" Sam squealed!
"Okay well…" And they went on just like that for about fifteen more minutes. Trading stories and inside jokes. Finally they finished up, Sam went home and Cas stepped trough the door back from a long day at the local HS.
"Hey Hon! I'm home!" Cas called through the expansive house. Dean's Online enterprise earned quite a bit and even though Cas made the low low salary of a mere HS teacher, they could afford the near mansion. Furnished with elegant modern furniture and sleek updated appliances the house had become home almost two years ago after they'd both simultaneously gotten down on one knee and proposed. It was so romantic, and Cas reminisced about it every day when he passed the spot on his way to and from work, a quaint little coffee shop near the HS. Teens hung out there for lunch and after school all the time. However Dean had proposed about two months before his channel really took off, so almost nobody recognized him afterwards. A barista always gave Cas the "look". The look people gave you when they knew something, but couldn't say it out loud.
"HEY!" Dean blurted as he rounded the corner and entered the high ceilinged entryway. HE kissed Cas on the lips before grabbing his bag and lunch and carrrying them off to the kitchen. "How was work?"
"Oh I confiscated two phones today. One was actually watching one of your videos, umm… the Ice Bucket Challenge?"
"Really, thats old."Dean responded, "I've got a full afternoon of editing… IIIII looovvveee youu!"
"Awww. I love you too.. Oh what's for dinner?"
"Mmm. Chinese takeout and frozen pizza?" Dean offered.
"You had me at Mmmm." Cas paused a moment, pulling out papers to grade and a red ink pen he found on the counter, "I saw Sam heading down the driveway. Did you film with him today?"
"Yeah. Just a 'Never Have I Ever'. Why?"
"Oh no reason. How is he?"
"Sammy's good. He actually invited us to dinner on Sunday. Has some big news." Dean added.
"Probably a promotion. He's always getting promotions. Damn lawyers."
"I dunno. He invited Dad, Jess's parents, Your's if you'd like, and some of his college buddies. Seem's like more than a promotion."
"Odd. I'll ask my dad, but my mom is out of town all next week."
"Damn, well Sam'll have to do without her. Oh he also invited Charlie, you met her, Bobby, and some other friends we've met in our travels."
"What were you doing on your travels?"
"We hunted a bit, mostly sight seeing, we went all over. Eventually we landed in Kansas, I met you, Sam settled down with Jessica and we all moved to California for my career and Sam's. The rest is history."
"Yeah I guess. What were you hunting?"
"Ghosts." Dean said matter'o'factly. But at Cas's look added, "I'm pulling your leg. We hunted deer, birds, even did a bit of coon hunting in Indiana."
"Oh. Well then."
"Why does it matter. Everything before you was a haze of motels and chics."
"Yeah," said Cas. He never really liked travel and the fact that Dean spent his entire life on the road after his mom died always upset him, or unsettled was a better word. Even after Sam went to college, Dean still traveled with his Dad until Sam joined him, leaving Jess in California, until they finished four years later and Dean settled with Cas. Then, not wanting to travel without Dean, Sam finally stopped his crazy long road trip and settled with Jess in one spot. Their lives were hectic.
"Hey i better get editing. Can you order the food really quickly?"
"Yeah hon." Cas absentmindedly ordered takeout and then got to work on grading some essays on Theology. Tomorrow was Friday. He could last one more day of HS torture until a three day weekend finally.
Cas went into school that next day tired from grading essays all night. He was barely awake when he poured himself a cup of black coffee and set to work at 7:30am creating a lesson plan for his final class. The espresso jolted his system and he finally truly opened his eyes around 7:50am.
Students began trickling into his classroom moments later. At 8am the bell rang and a few more rushed in before the late bell at 8:10. A moment passed and one or two students sprinted into the classroom in a whirl of panic at being late. Mr. Novak, as he was during school hours, decided to take pity on the last stragglers and marked everyone present with no tardies.
He recounted the homework from last night and allowed one or two students to go out to their lockers and grab their math homework or something they forgot to do before dragging up a few more essays he could grade in the extra 10 minutes.
A bell rang out through the school again and the students gathered their things and headed to their first class. A minute or so later the students with lockers closest to his room stumbled into class, followed by a few more, and then a flood of HS age children. He gave them a minute maybe to get out their things before powering up his projector and pulling up some slides for class. Almost an hour later another bell rang, and on this went for six more hours. In Mr. Novak's final class, the seniors, the students quickly jotted down their notes and were allowed the extra 20 minutes to work on homework. He was tiptoeing around the classroom where students sat in huddles whispering gossip or reading a book until he came upon a group of giggling girls in the back of class muttering about speeding tickets. He approached them and heard his husband's familiar deep voice chattering on about his first speeding ticket he ever received, with the occasional interjection from his brother. HE approached the huddle and saw that one girl had out her phone streaming his husband's latest hit, "Never Have I Ever."
"I wonder what kind of car he drives?" Muttered one particularly interested girl to which she got a round of giggles and shh's as Mr. Novak approached.
"Do not ever get Dean Winchester started on his car. He will never shut up," he advised. Mr. Novak plucked the phone from the girl's hand and swept back to his desk before any complaints could be filed. He realized though as he sat back down that of course the girls in the back of class would of had no idea that he knew Dean, let alone was married to him. They all stared at him dumbfounded until the bell rang and everyone returned to their homeroom.
As they left the room he heard one of them whisper to the others, "Has Mr. Novak met Dean Winchester?!" To which he though to himself, oh i've done more than meet him.
Cas slammed his car door shut and heaved a heavy bag full of ungraded essays to the front door before sprinting back to the car to grab his lunch bag. He muscled to door open and was nearly knocked over by the smell of delicious burgers on an indoor grill. Dean made the most delicious burgers Cas had ever eaten and that was saying something. Cas loved burgers.
"Hun I'm home!" Cas called through the house.
"Im in the kitchen baby," Dean shouted back.
"I can smell that," Cas replied walking into the kitchen and plopping down at their breakfast bar. The stove inches away and the small camp style grill sitting atop. sliced tomatoes, cheese, lettuce, and some condiments were set out on the counter to the side of him and candles were lit on the table with a fancy table cloth and silverware. "What's with the fancy dinner? Not that I'm complaining."
"I wanted to cook and make it special." Dean responded perfectly.
"Any burger you make is special, even without candles and silverware."
"The silverware is for show." Dean interjected. " How was your day?"
"Oh good. It got pretty repetitive. I did confiscate a phone streaming your latest. You looked dashing."
"Thank you. Cas." Dean said in response.
"So what did my husband do?" Cas asked.
"Well. I slept in."
"Lucky."
"I called Sam and got some details about the dinner."
"Important."
"I ate our mac'n'cheese supply"
"No!"
"Yes. I then decided we will not have takeout five nights in a row and started grilling some heavenly goodness for my heavenly goodness."
"Yaasss! Burgers!"
"Then after dinner I took my dashing husband and kissed him until he finally…"
"Ah-ah-ah. No spoilers! I haven't had dinner yet!"
"Well lucky for you it's ready."
They ate dinner and then, as Dean promised, he kissed Cas until Cas lead them to their bedroom and they did unspeakable things… all night long. No grading took place in that house on Friday.