All right, this is my story that I wrote for English. Of course, it's spiced up a bit, because it's not exactly like I could've submitted porn. Anyway, enjoy!
"Hello, Dean." Castiel's voice rang through the semi-detached urban house. Work at the library had been stressful, stretching him to his limits. Yesterday, he'd been transferred to the young people's department and today he had to deal with six children making too much ruckus and inattentive parents refusing to tame their wildebeests.
Dean rose from his lay on the couch and greeted Cas with a kiss. "We have something to discuss, Cas." Dean said.
Cas lowered his eyes so he was staring at the beige tiled floor of their house. He raised his head enough to show the other man that his pinks were turning a rosy shade of pink. "Dean, I already told you, the bunnies need me." Tears were forming at the edge of Cas' eyes and were threatening to spill out. He let out a ragged breath and Dean stroked Cas' cheek, wiping away the lone tear that had already left his eye.
"Cas, I'm not talking about the bunnies. Well, yes, we do need to talk about the seventeen bunnies you brought home Wednesday, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about." Cas furrowed his brow, trying to determine what Dean could possibly be going on about. "I don't understand what you mean." Dean rolled his eyes.
He always had problems picking up social cues. Initially, it had drawn Dean to Cas in a sweet and innocent way. After dating the man for 4 years, he realized that it was just flat out annoying.
Dean led the confused Castiel up the stairs to the master bedroom and sat him down on the king sized bed. Cas furrowed his brow deeper, and Dean kneeled in front of him, placing his hands on Cas' thighs and looking deep into his eyes.
"Cas, I think it's time we got married." He lightly ran his hands up and down Cas' thighs in hopes of calming him down and reassuring him that there was nothing to be confused about. Cas let out a small sigh and ran one hand through his shaggy, dark brown hair and used the other to stop Dean's motions on his thighs. "You'll have to explain to me your idea," Cas blinked slowly and gazed into Dean's emerald green eyes, "You know how little I know of human culture."
Dean rolled his eyes and gave Cas a small smile. Trying to explain what marriage was to him would be like trying to teach a fish to climb a tree. Human nature has always baffled Castiel, and Dean did his best to explain to him what was going on, why the woman they interviewed slapped him for bringing up her affair, why he can't wear holiday sweaters in the middle of June, or why he shouldn't watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer fourteen times in a row. Living with Cas was basically living with a child experiencing the world for the first time, although Cas had better control of his emotions than any human Dean has ever met. "Cas, a marriage is when two people who love each other very much..."
Cas interrupted him, nodding his head vigorously. "I do love you very much, Dean."
"...And want to spend the rest of their lives together. They apply for a marriage license and then they can do everything together..."
Cas was beaming with a fire of joy in his eyes. "Until death do them part, correct?"
Dean let out a soft laugh; unaware Castiel even remotely knew what marriage was. "That's right, Cas, until death do them part." He stood, towering over Cas, and pulled him off the bed and onto his feet. His arm snaked around the shorter man's waist and pulled him close. "So, what do you say? Want to get married?" Dean smirked and swayed slightly, swaying Cas along with him.
Castiel's smile broadened, and he let his hands rest on Dean's shoulders. "You know me, always happy to be with the Winchesters." He let out a small, content sigh and rests his head in the crook of the other man's neck, letting the warmth from the other man soak into him. They swayed a bit longer, cherishing each other's presence before sleep pulled them into its unrelenting depths. Dean was the first to pull away.
"C'mon, sleepy head. Let's get ready for bed," he whispered into Cas' tangled matt of hair. Reluctantly, Cas nodded his head and made way to their grand restroom.
Dean started up the rain feature of the shower and hopped in after letting it warm up for a few minutes. He lathered the shampoo through his hair and began singing Carry on Wayward Son to pass the time as he rinsed and repeated. After running through a few renditions of Runnin and Angeles, Dean stepped out of the shower and almost dropped the towel he'd grabbed when he noticed Cas had been sitting on top of the counter.
"Those were lovely songs, Dean," he smiled.
"Cas, you can't be in here while I'm washing!" Dean stated, flustered and fumbling to cover himself with the towel that was too inadequate in size for comfort. Cas frowned. "Why can't I? You have a beautiful singing voice." He hopped down from the counter and stared at the taller man with pleading blue eyes.
Dean flushed a more brilliant red and stammered to find words to explain how weird it was having Cas stand there in front of him while he was so...exposed. "You, you just can't! It doesn't feel right!" he sputtered. Silence sat over the room afterwards, seeming to thicken the feel of the steam around them. Cas' eyes went from pleading to puppy dog in the blink of an eye before he spoke. "I am sorry, Dean. I did not mean for you to feel wrong." He left the bathroom and closed the door softly on his way out, leaving an awkward and shocked Dean behind.
Cas returned back to the master bedroom and pulled out an oversized ACDC shirt that used to belong to Dean. He pulled his ink stained library t-shirt and jeans, replacing them with only the ACDC shirt. A few minutes later, a slightly damp Dean emerged from the bathroom and rummaged around for his pajamas. He threw on his favorite Kansas shirt and hopped into the king sized bed alongside Cas. "Dean, I think you should sleep on the couch tonight." Cas whispered as he tangled his hand through the short, sandy blonde hair of the other man. Dean sat up abruptly, staring at Cas' saddened eyes. "What for?" was his response.
Cas sighed and gripped Dean's collar to pull him down into a slow kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered, "It just doesn't feel right tonight." Dean narrowed his eyes at Cas; fully aware of the fact he was mocking him.
"Whatever." He grunted and heaved himself out of the warm bed to steal some pillows and a blanket before making his way for the couch in the living room. The pillow was thrust onto the couch first, followed by Dean, who fixed the blanket haphazardly over himself. It was silent in the living room without hearing Cas' breathing next to him, assuring him that his lover was there to stay. He fell drifted and was gripped lightly by the confolds of sleep.
A loud and sharp hiss rose Dean from his troubled sleep. Groggily, he stood up and went to go check where the hissing was coming from. He stumbled into the kitchen and found a lively Cas, clambering around through the cupboards trying to find sugar for the tea he'd been planning to make. Dean blinked slowly and dragged in a slow, deep breath before slinking into the kitchen and wrapping an arm around Cas. He pressed a kiss into the shorter man's shoulder. "What are you doing up, Cas?"
Cas softened in his arms, and spun so he was face to face with Dean. "I wanted to watch Rudolph with my cuppa," he said. Dean smiled softly and pressed a soft kiss into the shaggy, bed hair of the shorter man. "Get it set up and I'll join you." Dean whispered and let go of Castiel. He left the kitchen and waited for Cas to show up, growing worried after twenty minutes passed with no sign of the shaggy haired man. Finally, Dean got up to see what was taking Cas so long.
He walked back into the kitchen just in time to see the toaster up in flames and the smoke alarm to ring out. Cas turned to him. "I don't know what happened, Dean! I put the DVD in and suddenly it did that!"
Dean knocked the button on the fire alarm with the broom and put out the fire with the extinguisher hidden under the sink. "Cas, did you put the DVD in the toaster?" he asked, trying to appear as call as possible. Castiel furrowed his brow and nodded vigorously. "The toaster, if that is what you call your DVD players." Dean tried hard not to break his serious demeanor, but failed due to Cas' striking obliviousness. No real harm had been done.
They rarely used the toaster, except when Cas wanted his "burnt bread". He chuckled to himself and cast a small grin at the shorter man who'd just recently almost burnt the house to the ground. "C'mon, let's watch a different movie. I bet you'll like Nightmare Before Christmas." Dean said.
He gripped Cas' arm loosely and directed him into the living room before disappearing and reappearing with the Tim Burton disk. "Nightmare Before Christmas? Is this a scary movie?" Cas asked, eyes widened in horror of what might be held on the DVD Dean had just popped in. Dean sighed and flopped on the couch next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and pulling the smaller man close. "No, Cas, it's a movie about what happens when Halloween decides it's there turn to have a swing at Christmas." He said into the mop of hair on his chest before kissing his head.
Castiel shifted a bit on the couch, popping his head in the crook of Dean's neck and hummed in content. When the movie ended, neither man wanted to move and fell asleep together on the couch, relishing the warmth and protection given off by the other.