A low groan of pain echoed in the dim room before a pair of blue eyes slowly opened. As soon as the eyes opened, light from a flashlight was shone into the face of Castiel, an Angel of the Lord. He groaned again and tried to cover his face but found that his arms were bound. He resisted the urge to sigh. Ropes for an angel? Pitiful and useless.
However, before Cas got the chance to break these weak ropes, the light was gone and a familiar face was looking at him with a lopsided grin. "Well well. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, eh angel face? Dropping out of the sky like that and all.." Cas was unable to even muster a retort. He was too busy staring in shock at the younger face above him. It was Dean but...not his Dean.
Castiel swallowed the lump in his throat and absently rubbed the dark green band on his ring finger. "W-where...when, am I?" The question seemed to confuse the younger hunter and he tilted his head in a way that reminded Castiel of himself years ago.
"You...don't know what yearit is? I know I clocked you good but damn.." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's 2005 and we're in Nebraska."
Now it was Castiel's turn to be surprised again. "2005...? Then you haven't...even metme yet." He sighed and then broke the ropes on his wrists and sat up with ease only to find a gun pointed at his face. This merely caused him to sigh again. "That won't hurt me, Dean. And I won't hurt you. I'll tell you who I am." He paused for a moment, considering, before looking into the emerald eyes of the man he'd come to love. "And how I know who you are."
Roughly an hour later, Castiel had told the majority of his tale to this younger Dean Winchester. During the entire thing, Cas had been pointedly NOT looking at Dean and his hands were clutching at his pants legs. Dean nervously cleared his throat, able to sense the other's agitation. "And...how is it you know mepersonally then, angel eyes?" He'd found the nicknames were coming easier knowing that handsome this trench coat wearing god was an actual angel.
Cas couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face at the question. His hands slowly relaxed and then he finally looked Dean in the eyes - emerald green locking with sapphire blue. "In my time, Dean Winchester, you're my husband and I yours." Then, Castiel did the one thing he'd been holding back from. He kissed the stunned hunter full on the lips.
