Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. I don't know where this came from, other than I've been doing a lot of SPN watching lately and my feels have nowhere to go. And after the finale I really needed some cute Destiel. This is an AU fic, it takes place in 1999, Dean's 20, almost 21, and he meets Cas on the NYU campus. He's a player normally but he meets Cas and it's love at first sight. I can't promise there won't be angst, but at the moment, I needed fluffy Destiel. I hope ya'll enjoy, XD.
Is this How Love Works?
By Julia
The NYU campus was bigger than Dean thought it would be. He wasn't even sure what he was here for. Dean wasn't exactly a college kid. He was twenty now anyway, almost twenty one, and he knew that he'd missed his chance to go. His brother Sam was off at Stanford, and they hadn't really spoken in years. Dean wasn't sure why. It might have been too hard to be around each other after their dad had died. It had been an accident at work. Dean and Sam's mother had died when Sam was a baby, and Dean was four. She'd been sick for a very long time. Dean sniffled as he thought about her, walking onto campus. He was pretty high, he'd just gotten finished with a joint.
It was mid afternoon, so there were lots of students and professors walking around. Dean was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a white tee shirt. A cigarette was stuck on the back of his ear. He didn't do them often but every once in awhile. Especially when he was stressed out. Dean walked around, still not sure why he was here. It had been a long time since he had a college girl, or guy. Dean had hooked up with a few guys in the past few weeks, and he was starting to think he might be bisexual. Once wasn't definitive, but it had happened a few times now.
That's when he stopped dead. There was the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and they were also attached to the most handsome guy he'd ever seen in his whole life. Dean actually licked his lips. The other guy was talking to a blonde haired girl, bookbag over his shoulder. He was laughing about something. Dean then saw his ear was pierced, in the right ear. That was the gay ear. Dean licked his lips again. He might actually have a shot. Dean didn't know what this feeling was, because he'd never really been in love with anyone, but it was something more than lust. It was a completely new feeling to him. He walked across the grass, sliding up to the guy and his friend.
"Dean. How's someone gorgeous like you just walking around on the planet?"
When Castiel Novak heard those words, he knew how cheesy they sounded. He turned around, to tell the guy so who had said so, and then he was arrested by amazing green eyes, that reminded him of emeralds his grandmother had had when he was a kid. Cas hadn't seen her in a really long time, once he'd come out to the family after graduating high school, they'd all kind of kept their distance from Cas. He wasn't exactly surprised, his family was one of the oldest in the South, and they came from old money. Something like being gay was definitely not acceptable. Cas hadn't worried about what he'd do without them, he had already been accepted to NYU and he was determined to get out of his tiny Southern town and go to New York.
His gaze slid over the other boy. "You don't waste any time, do you?" He asked, unable to help himself. He could be a tad sarcastic when he wanted to be. He honestly had to admit, this guy was gorgeous. His jeans hugged his ass just right, and the leather jacket was making his shoulders look incredibly wide. He was built like a linebacker. Cas licked his lips, unable to help himself. This guy was gorgeous, sex on a stick. Cas could tell that he was high, his pupils were definitely not normal and there was this certain quality in the way he was smiling.
When he wasn't immediately turned away, Dean grinned and offered his hand. "Dean Winchester." He told him, his tone showing how proud he was of his name. Dean looked Cas up and down, unable to help himself. He looked skinny, but Dean was sure there was a body under the large sweater and jeans, that appeared to be very tight. Dean looked to his friend. "You got a name, sweetheart?" He asked, and she told him it was Jo Harvelle. Dean turned back to Cas. "So you going to tell me what your name is, angel?" Dean asked. The '90s were kind of the worst fashion years that Dean had ever lived through. He missed the '80s. He'd been a kid for all of them, and it had been a great decade. Now it was 1999 and Dean was just waiting for the year to end. Plus it was going to be a new century. Dean didn't think they needed to worry so much about the Y2K thing. He thought it would all work out.
After he'd asked what is name was, Cas actually answered. Dean listened to the name, Castiel Novak, and he knew that it was one of the most beautiful names he'd ever heard. Dean couldn't believe it. It was unique, he'd never heard a name like it before. "Cas, I like that." Dean said, as Cas finally shook his hand. Dean didn't know where this guy had come from, but he was almost too amazing to be real. Dean let go of his hand, but he kept his gaze on the other boy. "Do you want to go grab a bite? I've got a '67 Impala and I promise, it's a sweet ride."
Cas shared a look with Jo. She was his best friend on campus. Cas' roommate, Chuck Shurley, wasn't someone that Cas was finding it easy to get along with. He'd tried though. He told Dean to wait just a second and he and Jo walked a few paces away to talk. Cas looked at Jo. "Are you okay with me going? I know we had plans to study." Cas didn't really know what he wanted her to say. He really did want to get to know Dean, there was no denying it that Dean was gorgeous. Cas did have a lot of studying to do however. He was majoring in creative writing. He turned back to look at Dean, who caught his glance and gave him a naughty smile and a wink. Cas couldn't help but blush.
Looking at her friend, Jo knew that he wanted her to say that it was okay. Jo looked back at him, sizing him up. He was definitely trouble. She could tell just by looking at him. Turning her gaze back to Cas, she lifted a shoulder. "Cas, I know you're going to go whether I say it's okay or not. You haven't gotten fucked in a really long time. You just, keep in mind that guys like that, all they want is one thing. You're barely back on your feet after the whole Michael thing." She knew when she mentioned that Cas was going to roll his eyes. He did. Jo couldn't see Cas after he was hurt by someone like that again. Michael and Cas had dated for a year and a half, they'd met freshman year. It had been incredibly hard to watch Cas fall. Michael had consumed him. Cas had been incredibly different than he normally was around Michael. Jo hadn't been a fan of the relationship.
"You just be careful." Jo reached into her bookbag and pulled out a couple of condoms. She handed them to him. "I don't want to have to take care of you when you get an STD." She told him firmly. Jo wasn't going to watch him go through that, either. Not if she could help it.
Cas took the condoms, sliding them into his pocket. He met the girl's eyes. He gave her a sly grin. "I am so glad that you're okay with it. I don't know what it is about this guy, but there's something about him that's drawing me to him. I don't really know if I'll ever be able to put a finger on it." Cas leaned to kiss her cheek. "Let me know when you get home okay, promise?" He asked, and Jo nodded at him. Cas kept her gaze for a moment longer, mouthed a thank you at her, and walked back to Dean. "Let's go." Cas said, unable to keep from smiling when he saw the light in Dean's green eyes when he spoke. Cas shook his head. "I may come to regret this." He said, as Dean reached down and took his hand, his fingers sliding easily into Cas'. Cas couldn't believe how natural that felt. It was really nice if he let himself admit it.
"You are too hot for words, though, that's definitely why I'm here." Cas said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
Dean couldn't help but preen when Cas said that. He led him across the quad towards where his car was parked. It had been John's, and he'd actually left it to Dean in his will. Dean wasn't sure what he'd left Sam, as soon as John had been in the ground he'd taken off back for Stanford. Dean wasn't sure why he'd assumed that Sam might actually talk to him about all of this. Dean missed him more than he wanted to admit, so much so that his eyes brushed with tears. He didn't want Cas to see, and he turned his head away so that he could compose his features.
What he didn't expect was Cas to stop their walking, and tilt Dean's face so he could look at him. Dean's wide green eyes met Cas' blue ones, and he wondered what it was about Cas that was going to make him tell the truth if Cas actually asked him if he wanted to talk about it. No one knew that story. Dean kept it close to the vest, he always had. Dean wasn't even sure if the people he interacted with even knew that he had a brother. Not that Dean really had a lot of friends. Dean didn't mind at all though, it was just how he preferred to be.
Cas brushed some tears off Dean's cheek, surprised that they were opening up to each other so quickly. Cas also knew that Dean wasn't a student here. He could tell that there was something more to Dean than what met the eye. He just couldn't put his finger on what it was. Cas looked into his eyes. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's just that you just met me. But you can, tell me if you want." Cas didn't expect Dean to tell him. Cas was honestly curious. He just didn't think that he should insist that Dean tell him, not if Dean wasn't ready. Cas was one who had things it was hard for him to talk about.
"I know that there's more than lust here, Dean. And I know you do too. You can trust me. But I'm here if you need to tell me, but not on my terms." Cas couldn't take his eyes off Dean, who looked so delicious he was having a hard time not shagging him right then and there. Cas hadn't had sex in awhile but he also didn't want Dean to assume that's all he wanted. Cas wasn't that type of guy. He was an in it for the long haul guy, and it's ultimately why he and Michael were broken up. Michael wasn't ready for a serious relationship. Cas knew that that was also why he'd finally forgiven Michael for breaking up with him. They wanted different things and it never would have worked out.
Dean was lost in watching Cas' mouth move, and he was still high. Dean honestly hadn't ever seen someone that was as good looking as Cas was in his entire life. Dean looked into Cas' eyes and was quiet as he thought. Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to tell him or not. Dean wasn't one to just trust people instantly. He'd been burned before. Something about Cas was different though, he could tell. Dean just couldn't talk about it right now. It was harshing his mellow. Dean finally spoke. "I want to tell you, but I can't right now. I'm really high and you're gorgeous and I'd way rather just be kissing you." It was true. It was all that he could think of at the moment.
Cas brushed his hand through Dean's hair, which was unbelievably soft. Cas' hands stilled as Dean looked at him, with what Cas could tell was desire. Cas' blue eyes bored into Dean's. "Make love to me, Dean." Cas found himself asking, his tone barely above a whisper. Cas didn't know what was getting into him, but he knew that he meant it. He had never had sex with someone he wasn't in love with in his life, but for some reason, he was honestly wanting Dean to make love to him. "My dorm isn't far." Cas added, his voice still quiet. There was desire in his tone.
When Cas asked that, Dean's green eyes widened. He didn't really know what to think of that. It was something that Dean would definitely do in meeting someone new, but he could tell that Cas wasn't the type to have sex so quickly. His lips were inches from Cas', and he closed the distance, kissing him. Deeply. Cas kissed back, and Dean's arms slid around Cas' waist. When the kiss broke, Dean asked, "Are you sure you want to do that? I'm the kind of guy who does that all the time, but you look like a commitment guy." Dean wasn't sure that he wanted to let Cas do that, change the way he was for him. Dean couldn't have that. He wanted Cas to be himself. "I can't ask you to do that. Just go ahead and fuck me." Dean knew it wasn't what Cas wanted to hear.
His lips moved over Dean's again, and he said against his lips, "I want to, Dean. I know that there's something special about you. I just don't know what it is. But believe me when I say that I want to make love to you. I don't really know why, what's making me want it so quickly. But I promise you, Dean, I mean what I say." Cas knew that it was going to be something that he wasn't going to regret, and he wasn't going to be mad if Dean didn't take him up on it. But Cas really hoped that he would take him up on it.
Dean mulled this over, his eyes on Cas' the whole time. Finally, he tugged Cas closer and kissed him, his tongue sliding into Cas' mouth and his arms slid around Cas' waist even tighter. When the kiss broke, Dean said, "Show the way to your dorm, sweetheart." Dean said, hardly daring to believe what he was saying. But he meant every word of it. It was something that he didn't want to take back. He knew that he'd done the right thing.
At Dean's admission, Cas licked his lips and then reached down, taking Dean's hand, and leading him off to his dorm, which really was just across the quad from where they were. Cas' heart was pounding out of his chest, he was so nervous. But there was something about Dean that was just calling to him. Cas got them to his dormitory and they went inside, it was locked at night, if Dean stayed he'd have to let him out, if he chose to leave once the doors were locked. Cas didn't mind though, he knew that whatever he got with Dean was enough. Cas led them up the stairs, he was on the third floor. Cas let them inside his dorm room, and to his surprise, he found Chuck sitting in the common room. Cas didn't know what he was going to say to get Chuck to leave, he wasn't one who was one for going out.
"Um, hey, Chuck." Cas said, and looked at Dean, he wore a smirk on his face. "Chuck, this is Dean. We just met on campus." He knew that Chuck was going to guess why they'd come here, and he didn't know what he was going to say. Chuck knew that Cas wasn't one for hooking up. Cas didn't want to have to actually talk about why he had asked Dean back with him. Cas put his keys in the bowl by the door, and moved to get them both something to drink. He handed Dean a wine cooler, who smirked at Cas, but he took it. Cas opened his own, and took a sip. He watched Chuck carefully, still not sure what Chuck was going to say. It was making him a little nervous. Cas didn't want Dean to know how much of a nerd he really was, even if he was gorgeous. Cas knew how good looking he was.
Twisting his head, Chuck met Cas' eye, and then he saw Dean. "What the fuck, Dean?" Chuck asked, and saw the surprise on Dean's face. "You never called me back." Chuck accused, as he stood. Folding his arms. Cas looked at him in surprise, but Chuck didn't turn his look to his roommate. Chuck didn't know what had made him sleep with Dean Winchester. He wasn't into guys usually, and he wasn't sure that he was now. But Dean had hurt him, and Chuck didn't think that he should get away with it. Chuck met Dean's eye, to his credit, he was looking sorry. "I'm not going to say that I was expecting some big romance from a hookup at a college party, but you could have at least told me that you weren't going to call me."
It was something that Dean regretted. Chuck had been the first guy that Dean had hooked up with. He hadn't expected that, he was so drunk, and Chuck had been sort of flirting while they'd been drinking. Dean hadn't known what to do, but then all of a sudden, he'd kissed Chuck, and they were having sex. They'd been in a bedroom at some frat. Dean really did feel bad what he'd done to Chuck. He had actually meant to call him, ask him out for a real date, but he'd gotten scared. He hadn't been sure if he was gay or bisexual, and he hadn't known what to say to Chuck. "Chuck, honestly, I am sorry. I didn't intend to not call you back, I swear. I was actually going to ask you out, because that was amazing sex." Dean meant that, and his face was covered in a blush. Dean didn't usually blush, and Chuck's eyebrow raised a bit, as if he knew that.
Taking a deep breath, Dean really hoped that Cas wasn't going to be freaked out or want to not be with Dean because of this conversation. Dean knew that if he did, it was Dean's own fault for his past mistakes. Dean took a sip of his wine cooler, he secretly liked them, even if they were totally what college girls got drunk on. He didn't try and move towards Chuck, but he did do his best to look apologetic. "I just, that was my first time with a guy, Chuck, and I didn't know what to do. Actually, the sex was really good. I wanted to ask you out. But then I got scared. I didn't know if I wanted to be gay or bi, and I was just so nervous. I did have sex with a few more guys, actually, and I know now that I'm bisexual, and if it makes you feel any better, it was because of you. You really did help me find myself and I'm grateful to you."
That wasn't something that Chuck had expected Dean to say. And since he was going through the same thing, he couldn't be mad at Dean. "I can get that. I'm going through the same thing. I'm glad that I was able to help you. I'm still struggling with things." This he knew was going to be a surprise to Cas, they hadn't really talked about Chuck's sex with other people. They were friends, and they hung out, but Chuck hadn't known how to tell Cas. Plus, he knew that Cas was gay, and he hadn't wanted to make things awkward with them by a hookup possibly happening. Chuck didn't want to ruin what they had going, it was actually pretty nice and Chuck didn't want to have to try and avoid Cas or something.
Cas watched them, and then they hugged. Cas had to admit, he was jealous. He knew it was insane, because he hadn't even known Dean at the time, but Cas honestly couldn't help it. When the hug broke, both boys were smiling. Cas felt the need to move across the room, and reach down and take Dean's hand, holding tightly. Dean looked at him, smiling, seeming to know what Cas was doing. Cas gave him a "who me?" look and wasn't able to keep from blushing when Dean smiled at him and leaned out, kissing him. Cas tugged on Dean's hand. "Come on, let's go to my room. We can order food or something." Cas said, not looking towards Chuck at all. He knew he didn't have a right to be mad at Chuck, they weren't anything but friends and he didn't have a right to know who he slept with. But he was already feeling like Dean was his, as crazy as that was, and he was totally jealous that Chuck had gotten to sleep with him first.
They reached Cas' room, and he closed the door, pulling out a Chinese food menu from the place that was in the next building over. Cas started to look at it, sitting on the bed. Dean moved with him, sitting behind Cas and wrapping his arms around Cas' waist. Cas blushed. He leaned back into Dean, and held up the menu. "What do you want? I'm kind of in the mood for cashew chicken and lo mein noodles." He said, turning his head so he could look at Dean. He was smiling, and it honestly was one of the most beautiful things Cas had ever seen. Cas leaned up and kissed him then, their tongues melding together softly. Cas didn't know what he was going to do already if Dean walked away. Cas knew that he wasn't going to be able to handle that. Did love really happen this way? That you were attached so immediately and couldn't stand to be away. Didn't that happen after you'd known someone for awhile?
Dean broke the kiss to breathe, and he looked into that gorgeous face. Dean knew that Cas was going to be his kryptonite, and he didn't know what he was going to do if they broke up or something. Dean knew that he hadn't ever believed in love at first sight, but now he was really attached to Cas already. He knew that he wasn't going to be surviving if Cas walked away. Dean peered at the menu over Cas' shoulder. "Hmmm, I think I want the sweet and sour chicken and fried rice. We should totally get some pot stickers, too, those are the shit." Dean loved Chinese food, it was definitely his hangover food of choice. He took a sip of his wine cooler and set the half drunk bottle on Cas' bedside table. He brushed his hand through Cas' hair, brushing it off his forehead. Dean honestly hadn't ever seen someone so good looking before, guy or girl.
"Cas? Can I say something that might freak you out?" Dean asked, not sure why he was about to utter the words that he was about to say. He had never said them to anyone that he'd not been related to. Dean knew that he meant them though, and he wanted to say them. That was what was getting him, that he really wanted to say them. Dean really didn't want Cas to say no, that he didn't want to hear what Dean had to say. He really did mean it. He looked into Cas' eyes, and he felt like he could see into Cas' soul. It was so strange. It felt like Dean had known Cas a long time, and he didn't really know why or was able to even think of an idea of why.
When Dean asked that, Cas nodded. He thought he knew what Dean was going to say, and when Dean said those three little words, Cas felt butterflies in his stomach. He knew that it never happened this way, out of a romance novel, but Cas really knew that Dean meant it. And when he moved his lips to say it back, he knew that he meant it too. "I love you, too, Dean." Cas said, smiling at him. Cas kissed him then, and they fell backwards on Cas' bed, kissing deeply. Cas laid one of his hands on Dean's hip, his fingers hooking through Dean's belt loops of his jeans. Cas felt Dean's hand move under his tee shirt, stroking Cas' abs. Cas shivered, Dean's fingers playing in the hair in his treasure trail. He shivered again as Dean's hand moved along the waistband of his jeans. Cas shivered more as Dean's mouth moved over his neck, and began to suck lightly.
They moved, taking off clothes and dropping them on the floor. Cas let Dean take the lead, he wasn't sure what they should do and Dean seemed to have an idea. Cas had of course slept with someone before, but it was only two guys. He'd been in a long term relationship in high school, and then Michael. Cas knew that Dean was more experienced than he was. That didn't bother him, only in that Cas didn't know if he was going to be able to be as good as Dean at it. Cas wanted it to be good for Dean, too. There was no rushing, just slow and tender. Cas was slowly growing harder, and he didn't know what he was going to do about being his usual top. He could do being a bottom, if Dean was a top. It was hard to know without asking, and Cas was really scared to do so. Not really sure why.
Dean kissed Cas' neck, and he let his hand move slowly over Cas' pelvis, and he really wanted to ask Cas if he liked rimming. Dean hadn't really gotten to do it with more than a couple of guys, but he really liked it. Dean wasn't sure why, when he'd been with girls it wasn't something he'd ever wanted to try. He HAD been pegged by a girl though, and it had been amazing. He lifted his mouth off Cas' neck so he could look into this eyes. Before they went any further, Dean needed to know some things. He brushed his fingers through the hair on Cas' forehead. "Cas? Before we go on there's a couple of things I want to know. Are you a top or a bottom? Because honestly, I'm good with either. I like both. And…. there's something I want to do, but if you aren't into it, I understand. Some people aren't." Dean said, and watched as Cas' eyebrow raised.
"I swear, it's nothing super freaky. I just, do you like rimming?" He asked. Cas' eyes widened a little, but he nodded. Dean blushed deeply. He hadn't expected that. He blushed more, and Cas smiled at him. "I didn't want to just do it without asking first." Dean knew that there were people who had issues with certain sexual things and he didn't want to be someone who didn't acknowledge that. Dean had his own issues, actually, when it came to sex. But he didn't want to get into that with Cas just yet. He didn't want to trigger and then not be able to do this. Dean blushed some more and they moved around, Cas sitting on all fours on the bed so Dean could get at his entrance.
Licking his lips, Dean parted Cas' ass cheeks, and saw that small pucker of Cas' anus. He shivered in anticipation, and his mouth moved closer, his tongue darting out along his entrance, and Cas shivered. Dean's hand moved to his own cock, and began to stroke, as he tongued Cas, he couldn't believe that Cas was into this. It was like Christmas. Dean cupped his balls, and licked around the edges of Cas' anus, his other hand on Cas' ass, bracing himself. Dean licked harder, and Cas moaned, his breath coming in pants. Dean thumb ran over Cas' hole, and he stopped licking to lick his finger, sliding it into Cas. He moved it inside him, as his hand moved faster over his dick. He was going to come, just from licking Cas and sticking a finger inside him.
Cas gasped as Dean's finger was inside him, and then he heard Dean grunting as he came. Cas grinned as Dean's finger slid out of him and he laid back on the bed. Cas grinned more and reached to give Dean an old towel to clean himself up. Cas straddled him, his hands running along Dean's chest, and his cock was rock hard, laying against Dean's stomach. Cas licked his lips, Dean was already starting to get hard again, Cas wondered if it was because he was straddling him, or if it was his cock laying against Dean's stomach. Cas let his fingers move down Dean's chest, and through the hair on his abs. "Are you ready for me to be inside?" Cas asked, meeting those green eyes. He didn't know how, but those eyes bored into his soul, and Cas felt like he'd known Dean his entire life. It was so weird. But it was a good kind of weird, he could feel butterflies in his stomach whenever he looked into those eyes.
When Dean licked his lips and nodded, Cas reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom and some lube. He rolled one of the condoms on himself, and spread some lube over it, Dean was practically shivering with anticipation. Cas moved, and Dean lay on his stomach, Cas parting Dean's ass cheeks and moving inside him slowly at first, and then Dean reached out and brushed Cas' hand, and Cas knew that that meant that he could go further inside. So he did, feeling himself brush up against Dean's prostate. Dean gasped and cursed out loud, something Cas didn't really do and it made him blush. Cas moved his hips a bit faster, he was already very turned on. Dean was apparently in heaven, because he was moaning into the pillow his face was pressed into. Cas' hands were settled on Dean's hips as he pushed, stroking the skin there softly.
It was a couple minutes later, and Cas was coming, gasping out Dean's name, and there was a moan from Dean that Cas knew was him coming again. He'd have to change the sheets, but he didn't mind that. Easing out of Dean, who immediately turned to lay on his back, panting. Cas tossed out the condom in the bathroom, coming back in with another old towel, reaching to help wipe up Dean's stomach and cock. Dean's eyes were closed, and he was letting out a soft "mmm" sound as Cas touched him. Cas put the towel in the hamper and then laid next to Dean, avoiding the stained part of the sheets. He brushed his hand across Dean's chest, who was now humming a song under his breath.
"Fuckin' A, Cas." Dean gasped, as Cas moved to get his cell phone, to call and order the Chinese. He giggled as Dean opened his eyes, setting them on the naked Adonis next to him. Dean brushed his hand over his face, his breath was back to normal. There was a knock on the door, and Cas looked up surprised. Dean shared a look with him and then called out, "Chuck? Is that you?" When there was a grunt of acknowledgment, Dean said, "Come in, I guess." He reached and covered them up with a blanket, not wanting to have Cas be reminded that Chuck had seen his junk before. Not that it would matter, that was the best sex of his life and he definitely didn't want to get with Chuck. Dean knew that whatever it was with Cas, it was serious.
When Chuck stepped into the room, he made no notice of where they were and how they were naked, but Dean knew that Chuck had noticed. Dean was sure he wasn't surprised. Dean looked at him. "What's up, man?" Dean asked, wondering what it was, Cas was on the phone with the Chinese place, telling them what they'd ordered. Dean looked at Chuck. "You want some Chinese food while Cas is ordering?" When Chuck shook his head no, Dean was surprised. But he wasn't going to force Chuck to eat Chinese if he didn't want to. So he didn't press him. Dean kept his eyes on Chuck, wondering what it was he wanted. He was sure that Chuck had heard the sex, as much as Dean had tried to muffle his enjoyment, he hadn't really been able to.
When Chuck found them in bed, he honestly wasn't surprised. He just hoped that Dean wasn't going to end up hurting Cas, since Chuck knew and could tell that Dean wasn't the relationship type. "Tell Cas when he's done that Jo called the dorm phone for him." He had often wondered if Jo was ever going to get a crush on him. He had known her as long as he'd known Cas, they'd all had a class together freshman year. Jo had been in love with Cas at the time, and Chuck had felt sorry for her, because it was obvious that Cas was gay and had been all of his life. Chuck hadn't wanted Jo to get hurt, and thankfully, she didn't, but it was because she'd dated some jock guy for most of sophomore year before he'd dumped her.
He met Dean's eye, and Chuck said, "Can I talk to you alone for a minute? Put on something and come out here, would you?" He wanted to tell Dean not to hurt Cas. He didn't know what he would do if it came to having to rough him up a bit, because while Dean looked slight, he wasn't. Chuck waited until he'd nodded, and then went out and closed the door, giving Dean the time to get dressed. Chuck wasn't going to let Cas get used by a player. Chuck knew that he didn't know Dean well, but he'd been living in New York for as long as they had, and he'd been sleeping his way through NYU and Columbia. Chuck knew Dean's reputation. Chuck didn't want Cas to get involved with another Michael.
A couple of minutes later, Dean stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a tee shirt. Dean sized Chuck up, wondering what this was about. Although now that he thought about it, it was most likely a warning not to hurt Cas. But he understood that, from what Chuck knew he was a player. Dean wasn't angry that he was trying to look out for Cas. In all actuality, Dean was glad that there was someone who had Cas' best interests at heart, besides Dean himself. And honestly, even though they'd just met, he did have Cas' best interests at heart. He ran a hand through his messed up sex hair and looked at Chuck. "What's the skinny, man?" Dean asked, watching him with wary eyes. He just hoped that Chuck wasn't about to like, punch him or something.
What came out of Chuck's mouth Dean wasn't surprised about. "Dean, I know your rep. And I'm not judging you for it. You're safe, you're not pretending to be anything that you aren't. But Dean, Cas is a monogamy guy. His last boyfriend really did a number on him, and I am not in a hurry to see that again. I know that you're not a commitment guy. And that's fine. Not everyone is. I don't care if you are or not. But you are not going to hurt Cas, okay? If this is something that you're serious about, okay. I'll back off. But if you're going to end up not calling him, you will regret it." None of this surprised Dean, and he knew that he had to convince Chuck that he really wasn't going to just leave Cas in the lurch.
Dean met Chuck's eye, and he said, "I know that you don't know me any differently. It's okay. I know that I hurt you. I know that I've hurt a lot of people. And I can't take back what I did. But I swear to you, I am not going to hurt Cas. I can't explain it, and I know Cas can't either. But there's something here. I told him I loved him, and I meant it. I have never been into the whole love at first sight thing, but I know that's what this is. It feels like I've known Cas my entire life. I don't know what's going on yet. But I'm not leaving him. I'm going to stick around and find out."
Before Chuck could reply, Cas poked his head out of the bedroom. "Dean, baby, I ordered food." He said. He could tell that they'd been talking about him. He watched them both and then Dean gave him a smile and leaned to kiss him, telling Cas he was headed toward the bathroom, and Cas gestured to where it was. Once Dean had walked out of earshot, Cas turned to look at Chuck. "Were you giving him the don't hurt Cas speech?" He asked, folding his arms. He appreciated that Chuck was looking out for him, but he could take care of himself. Even Jo hadn't given him a lecture, just had asked him to be careful. Cas was sure that Chuck was just trying to avoid seeing him like he had been with the breakup from Michael. However, Cas knew that he was going to be fine. He couldn't explain why, but he knew that this was going to work out. More than he had ever been sure about anything in his life.
A slight nod from Chuck, and Cas sighed. "Chuck, I can take care of myself. I appreciate the looking out. I really do. But I can take care of myself. I can't tell you how I know, but I know that this is going to work. I'm not going to say forever just yet, because that would be crazy. But we do love each other. For some reason we're lucky enough to have fallen in love at first sight." Cas knew that it didn't work that way ever, if not a movie or a book, but he knew that this was it. It was love. Cas met Chuck's eye, who looked skeptical and a lot so. Cas brushed his hand through his hair as he unfolded his arms. Dean was on his way back, chuckling to himself. Cas smiled at him as he approached.
"Come on, Dean, we can go get something to drink while we wait for the food." He reached out and took Dean's hand, meeting Chuck's eye once more before they headed into the kitchen.
The next morning, Cas woke up to a sunny, snowy morning. It was too early for snow, it was only the end of October. Dean was still asleep next to him, and Cas leaned to kiss his cheek and then headed out to the kitchen, once he'd put on a robe. There had been more sex the night before. He moved to start the coffee maker. Cas didn't have any classes today, the one he did have had been cancelled. Cas looked out the window, the snow was really coming down. Cas wondered why it was snowing in October. He turned on the television, moving to the news to see what the weather was. He muted it though, he didn't need to hear what the actual news was. He hummed under his breath, a Bon Jovi song. As he got out some eggs and bacon, Dean came in, singing the words to the song Cas was humming.
This made Cas grin, Dean had a great singing voice. He'd actually sung Cas something the night before. He just wished Dean had had his guitar. They'd talked so much the night before. Cas was so glad that they'd gotten so much covered when it came to that. Cas knew all about the fact that Dean missed his brother and they hadn't spoken in a long time. Cas had told him that he'd not really spoken to his family either. He knew that it didn't matter to him if he did, but he knew that Dean wanted his brother back in his life. Cas leaned to kiss him, morning breath be damned. He grinned when the kiss broke. He ran his hand through Dean's hair, who apparently enjoyed that, his eyes closed at the contact.
"I'm making breakfast, you can stay, right?" Cas asked hopefully.
Dean worked as a mechanic, and he mostly did his own hours, because he didn't work at a shop. He just worked out of his garage. He had good word of mouth though, and while he wasn't a Rockefeller, he was doing okay mostly. Sometimes he did temporary construction to supplement his income. He actually couldn't really work today if it was snowing, it was too cold in his garage. He had a place not far from here, it had been given to him with a good break on the rent, and he'd been glad. It was one of those once in a lifetime thing. He said, "Well I work as a mechanic, like I told you, and if it's snowing I shouldn't really work. I've got a car I'm working on, and then there's gonna be another when I'm finished with that one." He smiled when Cas grinned widely. "I can be here with you all day if you want, baby." Dean told him, as he moved to help Cas with breakfast, he couldn't cook much but he could do that. Do breakfast food, that was. He put some toast in the toaster, but he didn't pop it down yet, Cas was just putting the scrambled eggs on.
"I can't believe how amazing last night was." Dean said, the sex truly had been the most amazing sex of his life. Cas had even did some rimming on him, and Dean had had the best orgasm of his life. Dean was still kind of shaking from it and it had been hours ago. He glanced at the clock. It was eleven. A little later than he normally got up, but then again, it depended on what he was doing the night before. He wasn't sure what time they'd drifted off, but it was sort of on the late side. He groaned with pleasure when the coffee maker made a noise, indicating that it was finished percolating. Cas showed him where the mugs were and Dean got out a couple, pouring some in a mug for himself with a dash of milk and sugar and then took a sip.
"God, that's good coffee." Dean said.
Cas put the eggs in the pan, and got out a spatula, the bacon was already on the stove. He knew that Dean loved bacon, it had been one of the things he'd told him the night before. He had been pleased because he loved bacon himself. He hummed under his breath and added some cheese to the eggs. He liked co jack on his eggs, and Dean didn't speak up and say no so he figured it was okay. "You want butter and jelly or just butter on toast?" Cas asked, as he flipped some of the bacon and then poured his own coffee. When Dean said jelly too, he had to give him options between apple, blackberry, strawberry, and grape, they ate a lot of peanut butter and jelly, poor college students, you know.
He bustled about the kitchen, Chuck had a class at ten so he was most likely not home. Cas didn't envy him with the snow fall outside. He brushed his hand across his scruffy face. He was debating shaving, he usually wasn't a beard guy, he was a stubble person. Dean hadn't said much about what he liked or not, so Cas hadn't done anything with it yet. He didn't know if he wanted to get rid of it if Dean liked it. But Cas was already on the opinion that Dean didn't care what he looked like, he loved him for Cas. Cas put the toast down in the toaster as the eggs got more done. The bacon was almost done too. He sipped his coffee and then got out some plates.
"What do you want to do with the day? My only class was cancelled, and despite not studying last night I'm actually doing pretty good on studying. So I don't really have to do anything today." Cas worked data entry from home so he could supplement his income, however, he had his trust that had been left to him and it was there at his disposal, even if he knew that his parents wouldn't want him to have it. However, they couldn't do anything and so Cas had the money to do with what he pleased, and since he'd gotten in on a scholarship school was paid for already. Cas did his best to keep his grades up so he didn't lose it.
That was the question of the day. Dean moved to him, wrapping his arms around Cas' waist. He just wanted to touch him. Dean knew this was love for sure, he couldn't keep his hands off Cas' body. The night before they'd slept most of the night cuddling. Dean had never done that before. He had actually liked that. He let his hand slip underneath the top of the robe, stroking Cas' manfully hairy chest. Dean liked that, actually, be a man, have some hair on your chest. He'd shaved it before, but only if a girl wanted him too, and most of the time they didn't. He let his fingers play in the hair there, and Cas shivered under his touch. "I don't care, baby, as long as we're together." Dean finally said, leaning to kiss Cas' neck.
His boyfriend shivered under his touch and lips. Dean said, "After breakfast, we should totally have some shower sex." Dean knew he was addicted already. It was insane. He'd never imagined that there was better sex out there than what he'd been having. And Dean knew it was because he and Cas had feelings for each other. He didn't know that being in love with someone was so amazing. Dean definitely still wasn't issue free but he wasn't scared of having a boyfriend. Dean untied the robe, glad to find Cas was naked underneath. His hand moved down Cas' abs, stroking the hair that led down to his treasure trail. He just wanted to have his hands on Cas.
Cas shivered under Dean's touch, and he reluctantly stepped away, to take the food off the burners and then butter and jelly toast. "I'm sorry, Dean, I just don't want the food to burn. But you know I never want you to not be touching me." He said, and then they both laughed. "You know what I mean." Cas clarified, amidst the giggles. He put the food on the table, and pulled his robe closed. Dean's face comically fell. He laughed again and kissed him. "I promise, shower sex." Cas said, and then Dean froze when his cell phone rang.
Dean pulled it off the counter, where he'd left it the night before. "Hello?" He asked, and Cas watched his face turn white. What the hell was going on?
Author's note: So, yeah, I really have no reason to start a work in progress fic but I couldn't help it. All of the Destiel feels are ruling my hands. Plus, I wanted to explore Dean and Cas at a different point in their lives. XD. Also, it's my first time writing Chuck, so be gentle. I tried to get him as IC as I could, but it's also AU so it gives me a little bit of freedom. I hope ya'll like and I will do my best to keep this updated. It's also one of the ones on gdocs so it's a bit easier to update, fyi.