DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural and I'm not gaining any money from this work of fiction.
A/n- This is my first Destiel FF. Please review and tell me how it is and how to improve on my work. Thanks. :)
Castiel was sitting on an armchair waiting, watching TV. He glanced at the clock once or twice, (alright many times) which now read 11 p.m. He sighed and switched off the TV. Dean was working overtime regularly these days. It didn't do Castiel any good, because, without Dean his days were quite boring. Of course, Castiel knew the reason why Dean was late everyday but it didn't mean that Castiel had to like it.
The door opened. "Hey angel, I'm home."
Castiel jumped off the chair and ran to the front door. "Hello Dean," he said giving Dean a kiss. "How's my favorite cop?"
"Mmm, baby. Your favorite cop is really tired. It would do him real good if he wonderful husband could give him dinner and prepare a warm bath?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Dean, whose idea of romance is dinner and a warm bath." Castiel said skeptically, raising one eyebrow.
"No, this is Patrick!" (A/n: - Couldn't resist! :P )
"You know, Dean. I always think that Bobby Singer was drunk when he promoted you to be Sheriff."
"Aw, don't you have confidence, in your 'hubby' that he is responsible for once?"
Castiel just rolled his eyes. Giving Dean another kiss he told him to change his clothes while he prepared the bath.
"I really don't know what I did to deserve you Mr. Castiel Winchester-Novak."
Castiel smiled and said softly, "You were you ."
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After having dinner, prepared by our dear Castiel of course, both of sat in the sofa and decided to watch Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone. Dean laid his head on Castiel's lap while Castiel wove his fingers through Dean's short hair.
"How was your day today at work?" ,Castiel asked.
"Not much action or anything, just Bobby's daughter Charlie joined the force."
"You mean the red head?"
"Yep. I made her Jo's assistant."
" Oh. How is Jo?"
"Sexy as ever."
"Hmph. Why don't you go marry her then?" Castiel mock frowned and turned his face away. Dean sat up with his eyes twinkling. He kissed the side of Castiel's neck and whispered in a husky voice, "What? And leave my angel? No way." Castiel tried to keep his face devoid of emotion but couldn't and burst out laughing. " You know it tickles when you do that Dean!" Castiel said, chuckling.
"Why do you think I do that?"
" Oh you, Devil!" Castiel said and threw one of the newspapers lying on the floor towards Dean. Dean laughed and tackled Castiel. They ended up as a mess of limbs on the floor. Castiel pushed himself away from Dean. Looking up at the clock, he saw that it was almost 2 a.m. Standing up, Castiel said that it was too late and they should go to bed. Dean agreed and soon they were in bedroom, with Dean snoring his head off. But Castiel couldn't sleep. Not because of Dean's snoring, he had long since got used to that, but because he remembered that the last time Dean had laughed so much was when Sam was still there.
Six months ago, which was about a year since their marriage, Dean's little brother, Sam Winchester, had disappeared. There had been no sign of him. No information whatsoever of where the young man might have gone to. During the first three months, Dean searched for his brother high and low. He wouldn't even come home at night. Castiel went every morning to the station to check on him, with a huge amount of food. But after three months, when Bobby had threatened to fire Dean if he didn't rest, Dean started his normal routine again, with exception of retuning home late every night, because he would never give up on his Sammy. His little brother, whom he raised because of their dead parents. Castiel understood this and never complained. He loved Sam like his own brother. He just wished that Sam would soon turn up on their doorstep with a huge smile on his face, as he used to. Because the thought of Sam being not there… being dead, was unbearable to them both. Castiel shook his head to get rid of those horrible thoughts and tried to go to sleep.
Little did he know his wish was going to come true.