(Author's Note: This is part seven to my original fic, Virgin Graces. I find myself unable to stop writing this story, so I'm glad all you dedicated readers are happy to have more! :) For all you new readers, Virgin Graces, Desecrating the Impala, Deceiving Sam, Birds and Bees, True Vessels, Strong Words, and now Foreign and Domestic all include dirty, explicit smut and a good dose of humor. If you have not read the first five parts, you might wanna a look at them, just so you know what is going on. But you may, by all means, be fine starting here. Either way, please enjoy the story!)
Dean glanced up to see Sam walking back toward the Impala. His little brother was nibbling on some crackers from a vending machine. They had stopped off at a fill up joint, on the way to their next case. The sun had gone down, and Dean was standing in front of the bright headlights of his car.
"Sammy," he said, as soon as Sam was close enough, "can I talk to you?"
"Sure," he said, striding up to lean on the hood with Dean as he glanced around, "uh,...where's Cas? And how did you detach him from your hip?"
Dean sighed. "Well, that's sorta what I need to talk to you about. Remember this morning, when Mr. Sugar Rush was in the car?"
"You mean Gabe?" Sam asked.
Dean squinted at his little brother. Since when did Sam use a shortened version of that pompous archangel's name? And in such a friendly tone? Sam gulped, seeing Dean's suspicious stare.
"...riel?" he added quickly.
Dean stared at Sam for a moment longer, noticing embarrassment on his face, before continuing.
"Yeah. Him. He let the word 'honeymoon' slip out when he was jabbing, and Cas asked me what it was. So, I told him a minute ago. And, as soon as I did," Dean sighed, "...he flew off to find us a place."
Sam's eyebrows raised. Dean felt bad. He had never planned to leave his brother this much. Then again, he didn't plan to fall hopelessly in love with a holy tax accountant, either...
"Uh,,...okay, I guess," Sam said, looking uncomfortable.
"Look, Sam," Dean said, feeling terrible, "I told him we could have a small one. If you could just give us, maybe, sixteen hours, that would be great. I promise I'm not gonna skip out on you -"
"Dean," Sam interrupted, seeming confused, "it's fine with me. You're a grown man. Why are you asking my permission?"
"Because, you're still my brother, Sammy," Dean said, "You're still just as important to me as you always were. I don't want you to think I'm going to abandon you now that I'm with Cas."
Sam smiled thoughtfully, shaking his head a little.
"It's fine, Dean," he said quietly, "you can go consummate your holy union. I'll still be here when you get back."
Dean took another breath, feeling a small bit of the weight lift off his shoulders. He was glad Sammy was so damn understanding. It made being with Cas a whole lot easier.
"So, what strange habitat will you be fornicating in tonight?" his little brother asked, tearing open a candy bar.
"God, I don't know," Dean replied honestly, "I just hope -"
Dean stopped short upon feeling a breeze behind him. He turned to see Cas's giant blue eyes staring back at him. There was obvious excitement in the angel's face. A smile kept flickering across his lips. Dean couldn't help but feel a little feverish, seeing how eager Cas was acting.
"Hello, Dean," he said, "I'm ready to take you, now."
Dean gulped. He was instantly ready to have Cas take him, and in more ways than one...He turned back to look at his brother. Sam chuckled a bit, probably seeing the look of excitement on Dean's face.
"We'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Dean said, trying to set rules for himself to follow.
"Just go," Sam said, shoving Dean.
He felt Cas grab his arm. Dean looked up to his wide baby blues with his heart racing, not knowing what the hell he'd set up.
"Close your eyes, Dean," Cas requested, biting down a smile.
Dean hesitated before closing his eyes tight. He had imagined that Cas planned to have this in someplace outrageous; like in a gigantic bird nest, or on the church steps in Vatican City, or one of the moons of Jupiter...Dean tried to come to terms with the possibility of having to get naked in one of these weird places. He really didn't know where the hell they were going. All he could do was trust that Cas had picked a good spot. He hoped to God that there was at least a bed.
"You may look now," he heard Cas's voice whisper.
Dean gulped, noticing the noise of the highway had disappeared to leave peaceful silence. The man slowly opened one eye, still fearing he would see something usual...but instead, the very first thing he saw was a gigantic, fluffy white bed. Dean opened his other eye to take in the whole sight.
The room was lit only with lots of burning candles. It was a large room, with nice trim and a glossy hard-wood floor. Old paintings were hung on all the walls and lace curtains were strung around the windows. A glass chandelier hung above their heads, though it gave off no light. The walls were probably white, but the candlelight made them look golden yellow. The massive, soft-looking bed was directly in front of them, the puffy comforter rolled down invitingly. Dean counted at least eight pillows bunched up at the headboard. He gulped, seeing a few bottles of lube, and honey, on one of the bedside tables.
This looked like the perfect place for a romantic sex-fest.
"Cas," Dean breathed, still looking around in awe, "good job, baby."
He was genuinely surprised that Cas had picked and prepared such a good place. He'd even remembered to get lube. Dean turned to see a proud smile burst across the angel's face.
"You truly approve, Dean?" he asked.
Dean nodded, glancing around some more. The candles flickered with a small breeze. Dean felt it coming from behind him. He slowly turned, as he heard the faint sounds of a wind chimes. Behind them, two glass doors stood wide open, presenting a balcony with a beautiful view. Dean stepped toward it, looking out into the night scene. The large balcony was high up, looking down on a giant field with a road that stretched outward. Big trees lined the thick dirt path; the hanging branches swaying in the gentle wind.
Dean glanced down the balcony walkway, trying to figure out why this seemed so familiar. Nice rooms. Gigantic balcony. Gorgeous view of a long road lined with trees. He felt like he'd seen this before...on TV or a postcard, maybe..?
"Cas," Dean said, reaching out to clutch the railing of the balcony, "where are we?"
The angel came up to stand beside him. He raised his hand to slowly place it on top of Dean's, the ring on his finger glistening in the moonlight.
"Louisiana," Cas answered.
Of course. They were in one of those old Victorian houses; the ones near swamp lands that were always said to be haunted. Dean looked behind him at the wall of windows and doors. This particular house seemed to be in good condition. He was about to ask Cas if there were any ghosts, when Cas spoke first.
"It's almost time," he said, his blue eyes lighting up.
"Time for what?" Dean asked, lost.
Cas raised his free hand and pointed toward the left. Out in the distance was the glow of a small town. Dean squinted, trying to see what Cas was trying to point at. After a moment of hard staring, he saw a few squiggled lines of sparks jet upward. Dean jumped, as giant, colorful explosions suddenly lit up the sky, the loud booms echoing across the field to them.
A smile flashed over Dean's face as he realized it was a firework show. Man, he loved those. He and Sam used to sneak off and buy roman candles all the time when they were kids. The cascading lights made him feel, if only for a moment, like his childhood wasn't always an endless stretch of lonely road – like there had been some actual good in his life. Did Cas know it would make him feel this way?
Dean turned back to look at Cas beside him. Those precious blue eyes stared back with child-like admiration, as his face shined with different colors from the explosions. Maybe this was the whole reason he picked this place; because he knew there was going to be a firework show nearby.
Dean leaned down to capture Cas's mouth with his own. He pulled him close against him while 'booms' continued to fill the air. A strong sense of fortune seemed to fill him up. He finally had something that he thought he would never get to have – a damn happy life; one with an angel that would belong to him forever...one who, also, happened to be the most perfect lover on the face of the earth. Just tasting Cas's mouth made him want to go at it. He felt relieved when he remembered they were going to get to...all night long...
"Cas," Dean said, pulling back to speak, "the fireworks are awesome,...but, I really wanna ride your ass like there's no tomorrow."
Cas smirked, stepping sideways to tug Dean back into the candlelit room.
"My ass is all yours, Dean," he replied.
(Author's Note: I have a couple of people to thank, for the helpful ideas: 67impala, you mentioned in your review that they should have a nice, comfy bed in a nice haunted house. So, I owe the inspiration for the lovely use of the plantation house and it's comfy bed to you. Thanks, and I hope you like it! :) And, airam06, thank you for suggesting fireworks. I rewatched episode 5x16, just to see Dean's face light up again. I hope you liked it. :) If anyone else has any ideas, please feel free to toss them out. I'll credit you for them. The next few chapters are gonna be – you guessed it – full of hot sexytimes. And, remember Gabriel's cherries? :) Oh yeah, they will be making an appearance. Thank you all for your flattering and beautiful reviews! You're spoiling me. :) Chapter two is on the way.)