Dean knew even before he opened his eyes, that he had a hangover by the way his head was pounding.
Blinking awake, Dean slowly started to realize two things. One, he was naked. He could feel his hard on and it was pressing against skin. Two, there was someone -a he - lying on top of him. Looking down, Dean saw he had his arms wrapped around a dark-haired guy whose head was just resting on Dean's chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. And if that wasn't enough, the man in question was also naked, his hips pressed down into Dean's side and the dude's leg was tangled with Dean's.
Dean didn't start freaking out until he got a better look at the guys face and realized it was Cas. Fucking, Cas! Cas, who was like family! Ok, so maybe not in the way Sam was family, but still!
How in the hell had Dean ended up in a bed - a soft one at that - naked with a freaking Angel of the Lord?! Or the better question was, did they actually do anything?
Dean's face flamed as he wiggled a little to see how his butt was feeling. To his complete horror, he winced as he felt a dull ache down there.
Son of a bitch! Dean was a bottom when he was drunk! Dean's face was full on flaming now, the tips of his ears were so hot they felt like they were sizzling.
"Dean you're insatiable," Castiel's voice caused Dean to almost jump out of his skin.
"Wha -" Dean squeaked as Cas, without even opening his eyes, reached under the blankets and started to stroke Dean's raging hard on. Damn morning wood!
Dean tried really hard to make himself, well, not hard, but it was really freaking difficult when Castiel's large soft and warm hands were stroking him in a way that had his hips bucking. Seriously, has the angel never done labor in his life? How could a man's hands be so soft?!
Damn his body was turning on him! Seriously, wasn't Cas new at the sex life thing? How the hell did he learn how to use his hand like that anyway?
"Oh god!" Dean nearly yelled as Castiel's hand moved down lower, shoving one finger into him.
Not being able to take it anymore and realizing his breathing was now hitching, Dean threw himself off the bed. Not very smooth, but at least it got him away having a finger up his ass. Seriously, Dean may have used to sleep with guys, back in high school, but after his father found out and nearly kicked him to the curb for it, Dean has never ever got back in bed with a guy. And he sure as hell was never a bottom!
Dean promised himself then and there never to drink another alcoholic beverage again, although he immediately got rid of that thought and thought instead that a few shots would be good right about now.
Cas poked his head over the side of the bed. His eyes were sparkling and his mouth twisted up in a smile. Dean tried to keep his eyes off Castiel's sexy after sex hair that was poking up all over the place. No, not sexy! C'mon, this was Cas!
"I know I'm good, but not that good," Cas rested his head on his arms as he watched Dean's face heat up. "So stop trying to flatter me."
"Cas man, what the fuck?" Dean felt like he didn't even recognize the man above him. Cas, flirting, eyes sparkling with amusement and he was naked? Who was he?
Cas just rolled his eyes at Dean's tone. "If you're not up for morning sex, just say so. Now get off the floor before I come down there and get you myself." Cas winked, actually winked! Then he disappeared and Dean heard rustling of the sheets.
"Babe? Can you pass me my pants? I think I left my wallet inside."
"Babe?" Dean whispered in confusion as he started to take in his surroundings.
They weren't in Bobby's guest room, they weren't in a motel room. Heck, Dean didn't know where they were. The room was a decent size, it smelled of apples and air freshener, it was clean and it had a homey feel to it. There was sunlight coming from two large windows that were covered by white curtains, one pulled back slightly and underneath the window was a new looking yellow, white and light blue plaid sofa that had two round white pillows on it. The room was decorated yellow, white and blue, all pastel looking.
Looking up at the night stand, Dean saw a brown leather wallet and a white vase with all kinds of different flowers in it. Dean didn't know whose house they broke into, but it must be a family that was living the apple pie life by how the room was looking. Cas was walking to one of the doors in the room. The double doors looked like they could be a closet, but Cas was walking towards the single door. When he opened it, Dean realized it was a bathroom, a very large one too.
"Did you find it?" Cas called out as Dean heard him taking a piss.
Dean blinked, not knowing what to think about the bizarre situation and an angel taking a piss. Dean had no idea angel needed to do things like that when they didn't even eat or drink in the first place. Actually, Cas wasn't even supposed to be sleeping like he had been. Dean thought angels didn't sleep!
"Babe?" Cas called out, Dean barely registering him as he reached down to gather up his own clothes, or clothes that he thought was his and putting them on.
Cas walked back into the room, glaring at Dean just as Dean was zipping up his pants. "You could answer back you know and didn't we already talk about putting on the same clothes you wore the night before?" Cas didn't even seem to be bothered by any of this, nor acting awkward and weird that they freaking had sex last night!
Dean was ready to grab a silver knife, salt and holy water to test Cas out. One of them had to be crazy!
Cas moved forward and dropped to his knees, stopping Dean from speaking as he had intended. "Now let's get these off of you so you can put on new, clean clothes and only after you shower," he spoke as he started unbuttoning Dean's jeans.
Dean flushed all over again, caught between groaning at the thought of Cas giving him a blowjob and horrified that his body was reacting to the sight of Cas on his knees in front of him.
"Just - Stop, I'll do it myself," Dean said, his voice sounding gruff as he stepped away from Cas.
Cas smiled as he stood up and kissed Dean on the cheek, but before Dean could react, Cas was moving away. "I managed to get off work for the day like we talked about, so I'll have breakfast ready by the time you get out. Unless," Cas paused, now standing in the doorway only wearing a white t-shirt and black boxers. "You want me to join you in the shower? I mean unlike you, I didn't pass out before taking a shower, but you know we could always get dirty before actually cleaning up," and then Cas winked at him again that morning, doing funny things to Dean's head.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Dean finally felt like everything was becoming clear. The angel was obviously possessed or under a curse and the sooner Dean called Sam, the better. He'd have Sam come over and they'd both figure out what the hell was wrong with Cas and why he thought of himself as a wife to Dean after only having drunken sex. Or at the very least Sam could tell him what Dean had possibly said to Cas while drunk to make him beleive they were a couple or something insane like that. They had to all have been hanging out at a bar or something together last night. Maybe Sam was also stuck in a situation, waking up right now with a killer hangover and next to a stranger.
"Oh, um, no," Dean coughed, feeling uncomfortable as Cas watched him. "I think I'll just skip a shower."
Cas scrunched up his nose in a way that Dean thought looked cute, but would never admit to thinking. "Don't be disgusting Dean, I shot a load up your ass, you need to clean up, you kinky bastard."
Dean's mouth dropped opened at Castiel's crude words.
"Look Cas, about last night," Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "I think I had one too many to drink and things may have gotten out of hand."
Cas raised an eyebrow at that. "Dean you had a beer a dinner, nothing else and if you're just embarrassed about wanting to be tied down, it's nothing to be ashamed of. If you didn't like it we won't do it again and -"
"No, just no! Stop talking Cas," Dean held up his hand and made his way towards the bathroom. "You win, I'm taking a damn shower." And with that Dean shut and locked the door, deciding that he really did need a shower.
The whole time in the shower Dean had to fight back the urge to stroke himself as hot images of Cas tying Dean up and fucking him.
This was Cas! Cas! Dean's mind and body was just not getting it! Cas wasn't a fuck buddy!
Dean finished up in the bathroom quickly, making sure before he got out his warm shower that he turned it on freezing cold to get rid of his hard on.
The whole house smelled so delicious as Dean entered the bedroom and he knew Cas was downstairs cooking up a feast, or at least that's what it smelled like.
Looking around, Dean found that somehow his clothing, mixed with new clothing his size were on one side of the closet and clothes that were Castiel's size were on the other side. Grabbing clothing and shoes familiar to him, and wondering what the holy fuck was going on, Dean searched around the room.
Finding a cellphone, Dean typed Sam's number, but the number wasn't working. Cussing, Dean searched through the phone, wondering if it belonged to Cas. The contacts had familiar and unfamiliar names, but Dean found Sam's name and clicked on it.
Sam answered on the third ring. "Hey man, what's up?"
"Sam," Dean whispered, looking behind him to make sure Cas wasn't there. "Something seriously messed up is going on. Where are you?"
"Dean what's wrong? And I'm at home." Sam started to panic, noting the tone of voice Dean was using. Sam knew Dean well enough to know what he sounded like when he was in danger or needed help.
"Home? Well I'm in a freaking unknown house that looks like it belongs in a magazine. I woke up this morning with no memory of last night and Cas, man, he's acting crazy!"
There was a pause before Sam answered. "Um, it sounds like you just had too much to drink last night."
"Yeah I know, but dude, I'm telling you, Cas is acting really freaking strange. He's making me breakfast right now and -"
"Wait, what?" Sam laughed on the other end, causing Dean to scowl. "Since when was that a bad thing?"
"Cas doesn't cook!"
"What are you talking about Dean, he cooks all the time. Matter of fact, I'm about to come over now to get me a plate of what he's making. I hope he made enough for two more!" And with that the line went dead.
"Sam? Sam! Son of a bitch," Dean slammed the phone down on the dresser.
"Dean!" Dean heard Cas call for him, sounding far away.
With a sigh, Dean made his way out into the hallway, noting that there were two doors that looked like they were room and a skinny door that looked like it was a closet. Making his way down the white carpeted stairs, Dean started to notice the picture frames hanging up on the walls. There was a picture of Sam and Dean, one the Dean has never seen or knew he took before. The next of Sam, Dean and Cas. They all looked brotherly and Cas looked serious, more like the angel Dean knew and not this wack-o version of the angel now. Then the last three got weird as they were of only Dean and Cas, but of them looking a little too close. Dean smiling at Cas as Cas looked at the camera with a small smile and blushing. Dean and Cas staring into each others eyes, holding hands and appearing to be at a park, sitting on a blanket. The last one made Dean actually stop and stare. It was of Dean on one knee, a silver ring pinched between his fingers, holding it up to a shocked Cas as an offering.
Ad if in slow motion, Dean looked down at his hand to find a silver and gold twisted band on his finger. Married...to Cas?
He must have been extremely drunk for a lot longer than one night and someone must have spiked his drink for him to find a ring and propose to Cas, making someone else take a picture of the moment!
This all seemed like something the Trickster would do. Dean wouldn't put it passed the archangel, if, you know, he was still alive.
Before walking into the open kitchen, with Cas standing there placing food on a large plate, Dean walked the other way, going passed the front door and into the living room, going around the rooms to explore.
It turned out that the house looked like it belonged in a magazine. It wasn't overly big, but it was spacey and looking out the windows, Dean could tell they were in the suburbs. The house wasn't one of those where you felt paranoid to walk on the carpet or afraid to even sit anywhere for fear of messing something up. Dean instantly felt comfortable in it, but weirded out too as there were a few pictures here and there of Dean and Cas that Dean didn't remember taking. There were pictures of Sam, a woman with black curly hair and brown eyes and a child with them. Dean froze, as he saw this picture and then another picture with Dean holding the blonde headed little girl. Taking the picture out of the frame and turning it over, Dean saw that in his own hand writing that he had written, "Me and Mary" and then a date on it.
"Dean! Are you out of your shower yet?" He heard Cas calling out. "Food's ready!"
Dean placed back the photo, about to go and demand answers from Cas when there was a knock at the door.
Dean walked towards it and heard it already being opened by Cas. "Hiya Sam!" Cas sounded happy as he answered the door. "I didn't know you were coming over, where's Amelia?"
Dean came into view now, to see the very giant Sam coming inside, hand in hand with a small little blonde girl with green eyes. The same one in the pictures.
"Working," Sam simply said.
Cas reached down and scooped up the Mary girl. She squealed in delight and Dean had to look away as he felt his heart melt at the sight of Cas and a kid. Looking over he saw Sam smirking at him.
"When are you two going to have kids of your own?" Sam asked, looking from Cas to Dean as he said this like it was the most normal thing to say.
Dean was starting to think he was dreaming. Sam was obviously married to this Amelia chick and they had a little girl whom they named after their dead mother, Mary. And Cas and Dean...they were married and living together in this house.
Dean saw black spots dance across his vision and his head felt like it was going to explode. God it hurt, it hurt like a son of a bitch.
"Dean?" Cas asked and his voice sounded so far away.
Blinking rapidly, Dean came back to himself. Sam and Cas were looking at him in concern and Mary was now hugging his leg, looking up at him with a toothy smile.
"You ok Uncle Dean?" She asked in the sweetest little voice ever.
Dean could only nod.
Sam's voice melted in a smile. "Sorry Dean, didn't know bringing up having kids of your own would cause you to faint like a little girl."
Mary looked back at her father in confusion. "I never fainted Daddy."
Sam bit his lip. "If Amelia heard me saying anything like that, she'd give me her evil death glare," Sam said with a shudder. "I really should watch what I say," he said with a shrug.
"Um, Sam, could I talk to you alone?" Dean asked, ignoring the way Cas now looked like he was pouting, probably from Dean's reaction to having kids.
Cas held out a hand. "Come on Mary, let's get some food, okay?"
"Dude you sure you're ok?" Sam asked when they were alone.
Dean shook his head. "No, not at all."
Noticing the freaked out look in his brother's eyes, Sam stepped closer, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. "What is it? You're not having another gay crisis are you?"
Dean scowled, not even bothering to answer that. "Sam, I don't remember any of this," Dean gestured around him. "I don't remember being with Cas, moving in with him, you having a kid."
Sam opened his mouth to talk, but shut it again, looking very confused. "Dean what are you saying?"
"I'm saying one minute we're setting up for a hunt, you and me getting a motel room and then...nothing. I thought when I woke up, naked...with Cas and a headache that I just got drunk last night and banged an Angel of the Lord. Is he, is Cas even an angel? Are we in an alternative universe right now?" Dean felt like he couldn't breathe, what if a monster had gotten to him and was just making him believe this was all real but in fact he was being sucked dry somewhere in an abandoned warehouse.
Sam sighed. "Dean, I know what's wrong."
"You do?" Dean asked, glad to finally have answers.
"Three years ago Cas made you promise to give up hunting when you ended up in a coma thanks to practically getting your head bashed during a hunt. When you woke up you had no memory of you and Cas dating, you hadn't been married at the time, but you had been dating each other. It took you three months to remember and after that, every once in a while you forget. But don't worry man," Sam squeezed Dean's shoulder. "The memory loss never lasts long."
Dean nodded, it all made sense now, but still, not hunting, that didn't feel right.
"Do you still hunt?" Dean had to ask.
"Are you crazy? Amelia would have my balls if I even thought about it, beside, no way would I do that to Mary, always gone like that."
"Like Dad?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing how Sam felt about the man. Sam shrugged, stepping back.
"Hey, don't tell Cas about this ok?"
"Why?" Dean frowned, for some reason no liking the idea of keeping this from Cas.
"Well, ever since getting his grace taken away from the other douche angels, every time you get hurts, he's reminded that he'd just another helpless human like us and it depresses him. Don't get me wrong, Cas is a strong dude, but not being able to just heal you up kills him."
"But what do I do? How do I hide this from him? He'll know! I don't even know my way around the house."
Sam shrugged, "You two act the same around each other as you did before, just more open with each other. More touchy feel-y too," Sam said with a disgusted look. "I've learned my lesson about just walking into your house. Seriously, I'd be afraid to have my child sitting at your kitchen table now if it weren't for Cas being a clean freak."
Dean couldn't help but smirk at that. Ok, so maybe this wasn't so bad. Dean could do this. He's always had more than friendly feelings for Cas, he'd admit now. And he's had sex with guys before so it's not like he didn't know how to do it.
But oh yeah, he was a bottom anyway. Ugh. Too bad for Sam that he had to walk in on that.
"So Sammy, when you walked in was I on top or bottom?" Dean couldn't help but ask, not only wanting to freak and disgust his bother with mental images, but also wanting to know if Cas and him switched it up every once in a while.
"Neither," Sam looked ill as he seemed to remember something. "But by the foreplay going on, you, Dean, macho man, are a bottom."
Dean was afraid he'd say that.
Hopefully I'll have the second part to this chapter (Dean and Cas still married) uploaded soon!