First one shot of Post Series Series.
This basically deals with my Head Canon for how Supernatural ought to end. Spoilers for Season 8.
Basically, these will deal with
1. Dean and Cas being in love. After the show ends, Dean chooses Apple Pie life with Cas, with maybe a little bit of hunting on the side. Cas chooses to stay on Earth with Dean, though he still retains ties with heaven and therefore his angel powers. They get a house together in South Dakota (Bobby left Dean his land) and have fun.
2. Sam and Amelia are together. I like Amelia and Sam deserves some damn happiness. Amelia knows about the supernatural and Sam and Dean are still close. Naturally, both Sam and Amelia ship Destiel.
3. Somehow, they beat Crowley and Meg is Queen of Hell and still friends with Cas. Dean disapproves.
However! None of it has anything to do with this where Cas and Dean are deciding what Cas's human name should be now that he's a full time earth immigrant. Smut Fluff Ahoy!
"Cas, come in here!" Dean called, sitting alone at the kitchen table. Cas was there in an instant. It was a testament to how long they'd been together than Dean no longer even flinched when his lover appeared literally out of thin air. In fact, he smiled.
"What is it?" Cas tilted his head to the side.
"I was thinking we need to get you an identity." Dean said, glancing down at his mail that prompted the thought. Cas looked even more confused, if that was possible.
"I have an identity." He said.
Dean shook his head. "No, I mean a human identity. If you're gonna stay on earth, you're gonna need some ID; Social security, that kind of thing."
"Why?" Cas tilted his head and Dean had to smile.
" 'Cause, um you're gonna want to y'know; exist here." Dean struggled to explain it. "You need an identity for jobs and driver's licenses and shit. We can't really tell people you're an angel."
"Oh." Cas nodded.
"Don't worry." Dean put a hand on his shoulder. "Faking an identity is easy. Hell, I used to have a good twenty five just for day work."
"Thirty six." Castiel corrected.
"Yeah." Dean nodded. "So who do you wanna be?"
"Could we not just keep my name?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, Cas, but you need a last name." He ran his finger through his hair struggling again to explain why. "It's just... it's something people have."
Cas blinked and Dean could tell he thought it was silly requirement for an identity. Still, he would defer to Dean's expert human advice. They were silent for a moment as Cas considered his options for a surname.
"Winchester." He said finally.
Dean felt himself go red. Just when he thought his angel couldn't surprise him anymore. "Cas, that's my name."
"Do you object to my using it?" Castiel asked, staring at him.
"No." Dean shook his head. He was actually surprised by how much he didn't object. He wondered if Cas entirely understood the implications of what he was asking. Dean did and it was at the top of his "Never-Thought-It-Would-Happen" list. The more he thought about it though, the righter the whole thing felt. "No... actually, that's probably better. Just in case."
Cas smiled softly, causing Dean's knees to go weak. He reached out, gently ruffling Cas's hair. His angel leaned into his touch. "Cas Winchester." Dean murmured. The name felt good on his lips.
"I like it when you say my name." Cas whispered, watching him through hooded eye lids. Dean leaned forward and kissed him. Cas responded eagerly, pulled Dean closer to him. They tumbled to the floor without caring. Dean straddled him, running his fingers over Cas's face.
"Castiel Winchester..." He whispered, enjoying the shiver of pleasure rippling through Cas's body beneath him. "Mr. Cas Winchester."
Cas lifted himself onto his elbows, kissing Dean deeply. Dean could never quite get used to how warm Cas was. Kissing him was like kissing the sun, if the sun was soft and sweat, with a small scratch of stubble. Dean groaned softly beneath Cas's tongue. His angel drew back, remembering that humans needed to breathe. They stayed close though, Cas's arms over Dean's shoulders Dean's hands gripping his hips, their foreheads pressed together. Dean was panting already, cursing his human frailty. Castiel smiled lecherously, a secret smile that made Dean go hard in about a second. Castiel noticed of course, Dean's throbbing member was pressed right against his crotch. Dean could feel him respond and Cas's cock, rising against his with only a couple layers of fabric to separate them, made him harder than Dean had previously thought possible. Apparently, Castiel had a similar impression.
"Bedroom?" He asked; his breath hot on Dean's face. Dean shook his head, sliding his hand beneath Cas's t-shirt.
"Fuck no, Cas Winchester. This is our house. We don't have neighbors for five miles. We basically just got married. I wanna fuck you right here on the kitchen floor, okay?"
Castiel nodded, grinning again. Dean dragged the t-shirt over Cas's head and tossed it into the corner. He pulled off his own while Cas set to work on Dean's jeans, frowning in deep concentration as he undid Dean's fly. Dean gripped his hips as Cas thrust them forward. He was wearing Dean's jeans, just barely too big for him. Sliding the denim easily over his narrow hips, Dean knew he should really get Cas some clothes of his own, some that actually fit. He knew he should but he was a creature of impulse and seeing Cas in his clothes turned him on in ways he couldn't have even imagined. Everything about Cas; his clothes, the way he'd tilt his head when he was confused, his perpetually chapped lips and now even his name, all of it turned him on so much Dean couldn't believe this was the first time he'd fucked ever him on the kitchen floor.
"Dean." Cas said urgently and Dean realized he'd gotten distracted. He made up for it quickly, licking his neck and working his way down to Cas's nipples. Cas shivered beneath him, reaching down to stroke Dean's cock. The hunter moaned, his hips shaking. Cas lifted himself into Dean's body, stroking him faster and faster.
Dean pushed him back into the floor and leaned back to survey him. Cas writhed beneath him, his eyes pleading with Dean to keep touching him. Dean smiled down at him, spreading his legs wider. Cas's hand shot to Dean's hips resting against the curve of his body as Dean licked the edge of his fingers. He slide them carefully into Cas, making his angel moan, his hips rocking.
"Cas Winchester." Dean repeated huskily. Keeping his fingers inside him, spreading Cas carefully to welcome him, Dean bent forward kissing Cas's stomach, his abs, every scar and bruise from millennia of battle. Dean knew these scars; they were the permanent ones made by angel blades or holy fire or the flames of hell, the rare weapons that could permanently mark a creature like Cas. Dean also knew that Cas had obtained most of those scars for Dean specifically. The sacrifice over whelmed him and the look of love in Castiel's impossibly blue eyes nearly broke him. Dean's kisses finally reached his cock and Cas buckled the moment the hunter's lips touched it. Dean licked up and down his shaft, teasing the tip with his tongue. A small spurt of precum jettisoned into his mouth and Dean swallowed eagerly. He took Cas in entirely, bobbing up and down on his cock.
Cas let loose a strangled cry that morphed quickly into Dean's name as his body shock with the orgasm. Dean swallowed deeply, forcing back his gag reflex and Cas thrust unintentionally forward. He was begging. "Please, Dean! Please! Say my name."
Dean slide back from his cock, slurping back the last of Cas's cum and licking his lips. "Cas Winchester." He said, grinning, sliding his wet fingers out of Cas's ass. Cas didn't need lube, though Dean still liked to use some just in case. It was all the way up in the bedroom now and he was damned if he could wait another second.
"I want you, Cas Winchester." Dean growled, positioning himself on his knees. He slid his cock inside of Cas, back and forth. Cas's legs circled around him, pulling Dean in deeper. Dean lurched forward, the force of Castiel's need consuming him. He barely had time to brace himself against the floor before his own orgasm erupted. "Cas! Cas, fuck!"
Dean couldn't move. He couldn't think of anything beyond sheer satisfaction and warmth. He breathed out, ragged and harsh, wondering how he didn't just collapse right there. He was still inside Cas, could still feel his angel warm and tight around him. It was the best feeling. It was home.
Cas reached up and pushed his fingers through Dean's hair. He looked so damned happy and content that Dean had to grin back.
"Dean Winchester." Cas whispered as Dean slide reluctantly out of him. He lay down next, his arm draped over Cas's chest.
"I love you, Cas."
Dean buried his face into Castiel's hair. He didn't know exactly how long they'd lain there together after they collapsed, exhausted and ecstatic on the kitchen floor, but it felt like hours. Not that Dean was complaining. In fact if he spent the rest of his life down there, his arms wrapped around Cas's chest, drenched in sweat, listening to his angel's breath and the steady drum of his heartbeat, Dean would never complain again.
Mine. Dean thought, snuggling in closer. He wondered if Castiel was asleep. He insisted, always, that angels didn't need to sleep but Dean had seen him exhausted before. It didn't happen often but anytime Dean could cause Cas to pass out it was a good day.
"Dean?" Cas whispered, turning over in his arms. Dean smiled. Okay, so maybe his cock wasn't amazing enough to render an Angel of The Lord catatonic but at least he got to see those bright blue eyes staring back at him. The look in Cas's eyes was so… content, so filled with love that Dean had to kiss him.
"What?" Dean supposed it wasn't technically pillow talk if there weren't any pillows.
"What you said before, about how I should take your name 'just in case'; what did you mean?"
"Oh." Dean said, wishing he hadn't said anything. He didn't like cluing Cas in to the worse parts of humanity. "Just that… South Dakota's not exactly the most liberal place in the world. If one of us got hurt and you take my last name, there's a better chance they'd let you in the hospital room."
"They would try to keep me from you?" Cas asked, looking suddenly frightened and confused.
"Yeah, it sucks." Dean said. "The state doesn't recognize same sex couples. They might not let us see each other or…" He really didn't want to think of the possibility of Cas being hurt enough to go to the hospital any more than he had to. "Look, if you take my name, then we can just say we're brothers and it won't matter, alright?"
"It does matter." Cas insisted, gripping Dean tightly by the shoulder, his hand exactly meeting up with the hand print mark where Cas had pulled him from Hell. His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but Dean could feel the wrath echoing through his words. "If they tried to keep me from you, they would fail, Dean. I would-" He didn't finish his sentence but Dean had a feeling the word Smite was on his lips. He had quick flashback to a news video during those awful weeks when Cas proclaimed himself the new God.
"Hey," He whispered. "Hey, cool the wrath, okay? Nothing's gonna happen."
Castiel calmed when Dean kissed him but his eyes still held some fear. "I would not forsake you, Dean. Not again. I will not."
"'Course not." Dean said. He brushed Cas's hair gently, trying to get back to a place where Cas was okay. He didn't honestly know how though. Cas seemed to respond to his touch though and Dean didn't mind either. Cas leaned into him, his grip on Dean's shoulder loosening, Dean hugged him gently, holding him steady until Cas's breathing returned to normal.
"Castiel Winchester." Dean whispered again, enjoying the sound of the name. "My Angel: Cas Winchester."
Cas looked up at him and smiled, soft and calm again. "I like that identity."
Dean did too.
Hey, South Park Scenarios, what do you think of current South Dakota laws regarding the rights of homosexuals?
They're stupid!
Hope you liked it and that it wasn't too preachy at the end there. Reviews are appreciated!