December 8th, 2014
Dean threw his last t-shirt into a suitcase, closed the lid. He couldn't stop smiling, mostly due to the fact that he was about to meet Cas' parents. He followed Castiel out of their dorm room, locking the door and putting the key over the frame on the spot he knew was slightly sunken in, where he always put it before leaving for breaks. They got to the elevator and Dean swore. Out of service again. They slowly moved down the stairs, joining students heading back home to the West quarter in front of the permanent dorm buildings. Eventually, Estielle (she had gone off of school early due to the amount of snow in Twin Falls) was with them, holding onto her older brother's hand as Seattle people came over and greeted her, hugging her or asking for a picture with her. By the time she had been given contact info of almost fifty different people, the first of 240 busses for all of the flights out to the thirteen districts arrived.
After having their luggage put into the storage hold of bus number 17, Cas, Dean and Estielle got on board. As Estie sat next to Ben Davidson ("They've been friends ever since I can remember," Cas had said to Dean), her brother and his soulmate went to the back, Dean watching with surprised eyes as students kept on boarding, counting the couples like them and shocked at the high number. He relaxed as the bus jerked forward.
"Wow, Cas, your quarter really is okay with us, huh?"
"Yeah. It's nice in Seattle. We won't have too far to go from my house cos it's the airport city, too. You'll like it there."
"No issues with PDA, then?"
"Not at all, D-"
Castiel was silenced by Dean's lips against his, for so long, he nearly forgot to breathe. He pulled away with a gasp, and Dean nodded as he looked around.
"Nobody reacted…"
"I did. I feel like my lungs are screaming. Thanks for depriving them of oxygen."
Dean winked. "No problem."
The bus ride to the airport would take at most four hours, minus the amount of normal traffic that would be in the public transportation lanes due to thousands of people flocking to the airport from across the quarter. Dean would just mostly look out the window, but would periodically sneak a kiss to Castiel, who had his head on Dean's lap and his legs bent to occupy his seat. Cas, after an hour long marathon of Doctor Who fanfiction, turned off his iPhone and closed his eyes. "I'm going to take a nap, wake me when we get there. Okay?" Dean kissed Cas and smiled. "Okay."
Three Hours Later
Dean's eyes were closed when Cas woke up, the airport only a few minutes away. He sat up and nudged his soulmate awake. "Dean, we're here, the airport's a couple of minutes away." Dean groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "How did we get here so fast?"
"The bus lanes were open, so we got by most of the traffic in two hours." Cas smoothed Dean's hair out of his face and pouted; it was longer than he liked it. "You gotta go get your hair cut, Dean, you look like a… I don't know, a mountain man or something." Dean snorted. "What, my hair isn't able to be like Sammy's?"
"Sam can pull it off. You, not really. It makes you look a couple years older than me, and that's pretty awkward. And it also doesn't feel right, you know? It's not…you. I don't how else to put it."
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine, I'll cut it. Keep in mind it's all for you." He suddenly broke into song. "Everything I do, tell you all the time, Heaven is a place on Earth with you!" Cas laughed as Dean continued his rendition of Video Games, his voice going way too low for him.
After the bus finally stopped at the School Departure Zone, Dean and Cas got up and waited by the luggage hold with Estielle for their bags. Once they did get them, they filed into the airport, getting in line at security, taking the usual hour to get through metal detectors, fingerprint scanners, and to have their interstate passports checked. Another to wait for the tram to the North Quarter gates. Dean, once he got out of the tram, waited for Castiel, bringing his cell phone out of his leather messenger bag to text Sam to tell their mom he was getting on the plane, adding that he just didn't want her to bother him for the next one and a half hours before he actually boarded. He caught sight of Cas, put his phone back, and grabbed Cas' hand, the way that people in love do, the way that's slightly different than friends holding hands. Just enough difference to tell.
The three of them went to the waiting area, and looked at their tickets. Estielle groaned. "You guys are on the flight before me! Shit! Oh, well, at least the three of us can- Wait, where are you guys going?" Castiel turned around. "To the bathroom. Haven't you heard of the buddy system?" Dean nodded, going along with Cas. "Yeah. Shit always gets real when people go alone. Right, Cas?" Estielle looked from Dean to her brother, back to Dean, sighed. "Okay, fine. Go, I'll be in line at Starbucks. But if you guys are gone for such a long time that I get to the register, you aren't getting anything from me. You got that?" But they were already sprinting down the terminal and turning a corner before she even finished.
"Dean, we have ten minutes…Fucking hell!" Cas' head hit the door to a cleaning personnel supply closet, Dean on his knees, too busy to respond with anything but an extremely flung forward nod. Castiel moaned louder than he should have, and Dean drew back, much to Cas' displeasure. "I told you, you gotta be quiet, Cas, someone could hear you!" Castiel put his knuckles in his mouth; his face was turning red, and Dean noticed his nails digging into a shelf in the dim light. He smirked, the one he reserved for when he was about to be a completely reckless and idiotic dumbass, or what Cas had come to nickname as his "bedroom look". He got straight back to work on Cas, but after he felt Castiel grab onto his shoulder with a death grip signaling he was close, raked his teeth along Castiel's length, making him moan and shudder as he came. Dean had just swallowed and was on one knee when the door was flung open. A high shriek sounded. 'DIOS MIO! ¿Por qué en nombre de Díos son ustedes dos aquí? Espera un segundo ... QUE ES ASQUEROSO! IRSE ANTES DEBO LLAMAR LA SEGURIDAD, NO BIENVENIDOS AQUÍ, NO EN ESTE DISTRITO!" The woman smacked them both on the head hard, and Castiel barely managed to get himself back in order before she could kick him. The two of them ran back to the terminal, Estielle just at the counter at Starbucks. They jumped behind her, crouched down by her and laughing so hard they were silent.
"There you are, what took you so…" The woman came running into the terminal, screaming, 'Díos nunca perdonará a los dos hijos de puta que piensan teniendo sexo en los armarios está bien aquí! Vas a ir los dos al infierno!" She stood still, noticing the amount of boys holding hands. A look of pure terror shot across her face. "Aye, Díos…" And she ran back where she came from. Conversations continued, and between the buzz of people wondering what she had said to people who understood, Estielle turned to Dean and her brother, saying, "God dammit, you two."
They waited for another five minutes, Estielle becoming increasingly anxious. She threw her hands in the air, and shouted, "Okay, you two, get your shit and get on the plane! You don't want to be late!"
She grabbed their hands, pulled them towards their bags, and hugged the both of them tightly. "See you guys in Washington, alright? Now, hurry up, your section is being called next! OH, CAS! TELL MOM AND DAD I SAY HI!" Cas nodded as Dean led him by the hand to the gate, and as they stood in line, a girl with shoulder length brown hair came up behind Castiel and tapped his shoulder, smiling when he turned around. "Hey there, Cas, long time, no see!" Cas smiled and hugged her. "Hannah! Oh, my God, you're right! Oh, um, this is my soulmate, Dean. Dean, this is Hannah. She's like how Jo is to you, we've been friends since…God, how long?"
"Since first grade, stupid. Love you!" She laughed, swept her bangs to the side. "So, Dean, I guess you're from this quarter, right?" Dean shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, it's pretty nice getting out of here for a break for once. And for a change. I heard it's beautiful up there in the winter." The three of them turned around when a flight attendant said into a microphone, "Now calling rows 28 through 41 on flight 17 to Seattle, that's rows 28 to 41." Cas turned to Hannah as Dean had his ticket scanned.
"Where are you sitting?" She looked at her ticket. "Row 30, seat K. Sam's in J next to me." She laughed when she saw Dean's look of confusion. "Sam's my soulmate. His name's really Samandriel, but everyone calls him Sam. It's a hell of a lot easier than his real name. How about you guys?" "Row 28, A and B." She nodded. "Nice. Well, come on, move your ass, there's a line!" She pointed to the door, where Dean was standing with his hands on his hips, a bitchface in full gear. Cas hurried to the person scanning tickets, and handed it over. Afterwards, he ran to Dean, grabbed his hand, and went down the passageway to the airplane.
7 Hours Later, 10:05 PM
When the airplane touched down at North Quarter International Airport, the sky was dumping a mixture of rain and snow, black tracks all along the runway where airplanes had landed and taken off. Dean couldn't stop grinning no matter how hard he tried to relax his cheeks; from what he heard about Cas' family, they were already a lot more accepting than most people he knew. As the plane slowed down, the pilot's voice came on over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome home!" Everyone cheered and whistled. "If you're visiting and are planning on staying in Washington for your break, we here at Alaska Airlines suggest going to the places that the people who live in this state suggest because all of the places tourists go to aren't as good." Everyone laughed, a few shouted "AMEN!" and others just started talking. The pilot came back on. "Anyways, I wish you all a fun and safe winter break, happy holidays, and a kickass New Year." The airplane stopped at the gate, and the seatbelt light turned off as everybody stood up almost simultaneously. With their bags all ready, they waited for the people who had decided to put all of their bags in the overhead storage for at least ten minutes before they were able to move into the aisle. Dean messaged Sam and his mom, telling them that he was in Washington and that the flight had gone just fine, that he'd call them in the morning. After him and Cas finally got off the airplane and headed to the baggage claim, they turned around as a group yelled, "CAS! DEAN!" Castiel ran over towards them, hugging everyone and laughing as he did. Dean stood still, suddenly so nervous, he forgot how to walk. So this was Cas' family. A woman with light brown hair like her daughter's and partially two of Cas' brothers, and almost the exact same features. A man with the same hair as his sons, the same face as Castiel and another brother. Three girls who looked college age next to who Dean suspected were their respective soulmates.
Cas rolled his eyes and grabbed Dean's hand, pulling him towards the group of eight. "Everyone, this is Dean. I told you "bout him, he's staying for Christmas." The woman Dean assumed was Cas' mom smiled and held out her hand, which he grabbed. "I'm Lily, Castiel has told me all about you." Cas' dad was next. "Adam. I heard that you've got an Impala. I'd kill for one of those…" Dean smiled and turned to Cas' brothers. The tallest one motioned to his two siblings and their soulmates. "Gabriel and Alexis, Raphael and Sarah, and I'm Michael. This is Maria."
The girl next to him smiled and leaned against his shoulder. They all stood there for a minute, and then Cas turned back to Dean. "We better get our bags so we can go to bed when we get home." Dean nodded, and followed Castiel over to the baggage claim. Their bags were some of the last ones to come, and as they waited, Cas' mom groaned. "Shit. Estie's plane got delayed until the morning. Says because of the snow here…" Dean smiled widely. "It's okay, she has a ton of people who would take care of her. They're probably fighting over who gets to give her their jacket to sleep under." Everyone laughed at that, and Dean felt at ease.
He felt like he was home.
A/N: Here it is! Part 1 of chapter 3! I think that (j.k. I know that) the second part is gonna be longer, so it'll be a while. Anyways, tell me how it is so far, I want to know!
