Dean had never had a happier three months in his entire life. He saw Castiel almost everyday, whether it was going to the lake or simply staying at home to listen to the radio, he was happy in his embrace. Even though it was kept hidden from the public, their friends, even their families, in protection from public ridicule, their relationship grew into something Dean never would have expected, and the connection they shared only grew stronger with the passing time. That is, until he got the letter.
It was a simple, normal workday, and Dean came home to a small pile of bills in his mailbox, everything seemed routine. Sifting through the pile of mail, he entered his apartment, eyes flicking down at the envelopes again only to notice a dark red stamp, the United States government seal. At the sight, Dean's heart dropped to his stomach, instantly knowing the nature of the letter, because there was only one reason you got a letter like this. The war. Frowning, he tore open the envelope, removing the contents quickly to confirm his suspicions.
Dean Alexander Winchester,
You are hereby ordered for induction into the Armed Forces of the United States, and to report at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri on July 14 at 12:00pm for training to become part of the United States Armed Forces. Service is mandatory.
Signed
Franklin D. Roosevelt, United States President
Dean finished scanning over the words, and slumped into a nearby kitchen chair, absorbing the shock of the news. It wasn't as if he feared going to war, his father had been in the tail end of WWI, he was certainly used to the idea. No, his shock and dread was concerning Cas. How would he tell him that he was going off to war, how would he tell him he but had two weeks left before his departure? Letting out a shaky breath, Dean let the letter drop to the floor at his feet, putting his head in his hands. "Oh Cas..." He apologized softly to the empty silence surrounding him.
Castiel came home from work, happily getting ready for his date by cleaning up a bit to prepare for Dean's arrival. Combing through his mussed hair after a bath, he heard mail slip through the slot in his door, and strode across his apartment to fetch it. Shuffling through it mindlessly, he searched for a letter from the local newspaper, as he had recently applied for a job. Instead of the wanted mail, however, his eyes settled upon the same dark red stamp, and he, too, new instantly what it meant. Shaking his head in denial, he dropped all the other mail to his feet, removing the single piece of paper to read.
Castiel James Novak,
You are hereby ordered for induction into the Armed Forces of the United States, and to report at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri on July 14 at 12:00pm for training to become part of the United States Armed Forces. Service is mandatory.
Signed
Franklin D. Roosevelt, United States President
Castiel paled slightly at the words, completely forgetting his happy mood to have Dean over. This news, it was life altering, to go and serve one's country in battle. Castiel also did not fear the war, but the fact he had to tell Dean. He had slowly but surely brought Dean away from his fear, and had showed him that love and attraction holds no bounds. He had showed him that loving another man wasn't wrong or bad, it was natural and good, and now he would have to leave him. He would have to leave Dean, the one person he had found to love in a very long time, the one person who accepted him for who he was, flaws and goodness.
A worried frown tugged at his lips as he picked up the rest of his dropped mail, storing the stomach dropping letter in it's envelope, hidden in his suit jacket. He would have to tell Dean tonight, if he wanted to truly enjoy the last two weeks he had with him. Sighing, he composed himself, and made a small amount of coffee for the both of them. After fifteen minutes of careful planning of how he would break the news to Dean, Castiel heard the familiar three knocks on his door, the sound alone bringing a smile to his face, before he remembered instantly what he had to do. But, nonetheless, he kept the smile, which only grew brighter at the sight of Dean, who he let in, closing the door behind them.
"Hello Dea-" He was suddenly cut off by Dean pulling him close and capturing his lips in a deep, heated, passionate kiss, fingers carding through his soft, dark hair.
"Hello Cas." Dean smiled at him after breaking the kiss, loving the sated expression on Castiel's face.
"Miss me?" Castiel teased after a moment, taking Dean's jacket and discarding his own on the adjacent rack before heading to the kitchen to grab the coffee. Black, two sugars, just as they both enjoyed it.
Dean smiled, sitting on the couch comfortably, internally nervous and saddened at the news he had for Castiel. "Of course I missed you."
Castiel smiled at the response, turning the radio on a low volume before sitting close to Dean, handing the strong coffee to him. Dean smiled thanks, and they both sat in silence for a few minutes, both unknowingly internally dreading the same unfortunate news.
"Cas..." Dean started, putting down his coffee to face the other, lacing his fingers into his.
Castiel shook his head with a small smile, cutting Dean off for the moment. "Dean, listen."
He motioned to the radio, where 'I'll Never Smile Again' had just come on. Dean listened for a moment, instantly recognizing the slow, smooth progression of instruments, the familiar lyrics hitting him with memories of their first meeting, their first kiss. He gave Castiel a grateful smile and pulled him into his chest, sitting quietly to enjoy the song, enjoy the happy moment while he could. Castiel leaned into Dean's strong chest, practically curling up next to him as the soft music quelled his nervous hesitation.
"Within my heart
I know I will never start
To smile again
Until I smile at you."
The last lyrics played out, bringing special meaning to Castiel, for he knew he would never be truly happy until his service was through, and he got to see Dean's bright smile once more, when he was back safe in his arms. When the song ended, Dean shifted and Castiel sat up, facing Dean.
"Dean, before you say whatever it is you need to say, I have some news..." He quickly went serious, looking at Dean's face, which looked concerned in the matter of seconds.
"Anything, Cas." Castiel smiled sadly at the nickname and let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding in, and simply took the letter from his suit jacket, handing the slip to Dean, deciding against a long explanation. Dean looked puzzled for a moment, face falling when he saw the letter, so much so that Castiel could barley hold his eyes to the other's. But then, much to Castiel's surprise, as Dean's eyes quickly scanned the letter, his face broke into a small, sad smile, with a hint of... Relief? No, it couldn't be. Castiel's heart sunk when he further studied Dean's expression, it was a look of relief, and a bit of happiness.
"Dean...?" Castiel started, eyes filling with betrayal at Dean's reaction. He hadn't expected him to cry or anything, but this apparent happiness was puzzling, and it hurt.
Dean shook his head at Cas, knowing how this must look, and pulled his own crumpled letter from his jacket, handing it to Castiel shakily, who took it, now puzzled, before a look of understanding and relief crossed his features as well.
"We're going to the same place Cas, we're going to be in the same platoon." Dean smiled out at the fortunate occurrence, letting out a small chuckle of relief. He was still worried at the news, still slightly reluctant to leave behind his life, but knew duty and honor bound him to his country, to serve, protect, and defend.
Castiel's face broke into a relieved grin, he wouldn't have to be separated from Dean after all. The unexpected news shocked him, yes, but it was far better than what he had originally thought this night would turn to be.
"Dean..." He breathed out, his eyes stinging with happy relief as he pulled the Winchester in for a soft, sweet kiss.
Dean cupped either side of Castiel's slightly rough cheeks, kissing him back gently before he deepened the kiss, tongue gently playing at the edge of his lips, begging entrance to the expanse of Castiel's warm mouth. Castiel instantly complied, letting his tongue mingle with with Dean's, sucking in a sharp breath though his nose at the passion, Dean's lips were slightly chapped against his own, the slight stubble he had scratching lightly against his chin.
In a move of spontaneity, Dean pulled Castiel into his lap, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's form, rubbing light massage into his strong back. At the movement, Castiel felt a rush go straight to his crotch, heat and pleasure at the deep way Dean was kissing him, hungrily embracing him. Breaking the kiss, Castiel looked into Dean's eyes, which already held slightly bigger pupils.
"Are you sure, Dean?" He asked hesitantly, knowing where it seemed this was headed. Dean had always wanted to wait until they took the final step in their relationship, as he was still adjusting to the idea.
Dean met his emerald eyes with Castiel's sapphire orbs, nodding wordlessly, tongue darting out to wet his now dry lips. "Yeah, Cas, I'm sure." He reassured in a slightly lower, husky voice, rubbing his thumbs along the slight jut of Castiel's hip bones.
At the consent, Castiel sealed his lips roughly with Dean's, tasting coffee, sugar, and something that was purely Dean underneath, it was intoxicating, addictive, and arousing. At the movement of Dean's hands to run along his taut abdomen, Castiel sucked in a shuddered breath and instinctively rolled his hips down into Dean's, his own erection meeting Dean's.
Dean let out a soft breath at the movement, and moved his hands to undo Castiel's deep blue tie, fingers fumbling with the fabric as he moved his lips to kiss along his stubble covered jawline; which elicited a small moan from Castiel, a sound Dean instantly loved and craved. Slipping the clothing off, he quickly undid the buttons on Castiel's shirt, hands instantly exploring the soft, milky skin that was stretched tight over the small grooves and curves of his muscle.
"Dean..." Castiel breathed at the soft touch and kisses, moving his own mouth to suck and bite lightly at his neck, teeth worrying and bruising the sensitive skin lightly before he relieved the slight pain with pleasurable flicks of his tongue, tugging at Dean's tie in turn.
"Too much clothing..." The slightly shorter man muttered, disposing of Dean's tie to a crumpled pile on the arm of the couch, taking off both of their shirts in quick succession. Letting out another low, soft moan of contentment, Castiel moved his hips against Dean's, skin flush against the other's chest.
Dean gripped softly at Castiel's bare back, fingers gliding over the soft curve of his spine down to the waistline of his belted pants while he moving his head to the side to allow Castiel's teeth better access to graze against his skin. Letting out a groan at the gentle biting, he ran his calloused hands to the front of Castiel's lower abdomen, fingers tugging desperately at the black belt. "I want to see you..." Dean murmured, beginning to undo the belt before Castiel's hands stilled his.
"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." Castiel breathed into the nape of the Winchester's neck, his erection twitching when Dean already began to move.
He had planned on getting up and leading Dean to the bedroom, but it seemed Dean had other plans when he gripped Castiel's ass through the black, pinstripe slacks and heaved him up effortlessly from the couch, making his way to the bedroom as he nipped along the length of the other's collarbone. Castiel gripped Dean tightly through the short trip, appreciating his strong, lightly freckled shoulders, running his nails along his shoulder blades before he was set gently on the bed, Dean instantly hovering over him.
"So beautiful..." Dean muttered, lust hooding his dark eyes as he ran his eyes along Castiel's form, taking in his pert nipples, light muscle, and slightly jutting hip bones, complimented nicely by a soft dusting of hair leading into his slacks, which held a sizable, obvious length.
Castiel writhed on the bed under Dean's gaze, cock twitching at the sight as he pulled Dean down onto him. A gasp escaped his throat when his length instantly found Dean's, his hips rolling up in desperate need for friction. With a desperate moan at the confining clothing, Castiel gripped Dean's tight ass through the thin slacks and ground against him, tongue battling and teeth clacking with hot, needy pleasure.
"Off." Castiel commanded gruffly, tugging at Dean's belt.
Dean complied happily, tugging off his slacks before reaching up to pull Castiel's off, moving to climb back on top of him when Castiel put a hand on his chest.
"Dean please..." He begged, motioning to their boxers, his now forming a small wet spot at the swollen head of his erection.
Dean nodded, tugging off his own boxers, flushed cock slapping against his stomach lightly as he pulled off Castiel's. Raking his eyes slowly from Castiel's ankles to his head, groaning at the sight of him fully naked, face flushed and lips parted, eyes hooded with lust; abdomen heaving under his gaze, hard cock pearling precome. The Winchester let out a soft sigh, hesitantly dipping his head in between Castiel's legs, the strong scent of arousal going straight to his crotch.
Castiel put a hand in Dean's hair. "You don't have to do that, Dean." He reassured.
Dean looked up to Castiel, and a jolt of love and adoration for him rushing through his veins. Cas was willing to give up his own pleasure for the sake of his comfort. Smiling softly, Dean flicked his eyes back down to Castiel's arousal, mouth watering inexplicably at the sight. "I want to, Cas." He said huskily, hesitantly reaching his tongue out to flick at the head, tasting the salty-sweet combination of the sticky natural lube. He had never done this before, only once with a girl, but something about it felt right, natural, and he slowly wrapped his mouth around the soft head.
Castiel gasped at the sudden sensation of Dean's pink lips wrapping around him and arched his back, trying not to thrust desperately into the hot expanse of Dean's mouth as he felt his tongue swirl around his slit, felt him flick it along the sensitive underside of his head before the Winchester hollowed out his cheeks to bob his head slowly.
"Dean..." Castiel groaned, sifting the now mussed, lightly gelled hair through his fingers, watching through lust blown pupils at Dean moving along his entire length with the perfect amount of suction. Castiel tugged his lower lip into his teeth, biting back the overwhelming pleasure before one of Dean's strong fingers pressed experimentally at his entrance. He instantly responded, grinding his hips down onto the hesitant finger, the sensation too much as a loud moan rumbled in his throat.
"Are you sure?" Castiel breathlessly asked once more, knowing Dean had never done anything of this sort.
At Dean's almost instantaneous nod to the question, Castiel reached over to his drawer to pull out a small carton of Vaseline, which Dean quickly made use of.
He had never done anything like this with a man before, obviously, but he knew the mechanics of it. Slicking his finger, Dean lowered his mouth back onto Castiel's cock, pressing his first knuckle gently into Cas' tight entrance, surprised at the intense, writhing reaction he got. Smirking light around his erection, Dean tongued Castiel's slit, and slid his finger in up to his knuckle, experimentally curling the digit around until Castiel let out a pleasured yelp.
"Dean, just do it... Please..." Castiel asked, completely wrecked while he ground himself down onto Dean's hand.
Dean nodded, taking the Vaseline to slick up his own dick, which was now aching from neglect. Throwing his head back, he bit down a low moan as he placed his hands into Castiel's lining himself up gently with his loosened entrance. Pushing slowly, he got the head of his thick arousal into the tight heat of Castiel, head ducking to bite down at the blue eyed man's pulse point with a growl at the feeling.
Castiel rolled his hips into Dean's, a silent plea to continue as he bore the sensitive flesh of his neck by tilting his head to the side. Dean noticed and rubbed his thumbs lightly along the side of Castiel's hands, pushing slowly and oh so gently until he was completely encased in him, heavy balls against his entrance.
"Oh god..." Dean groaned out, moving slowly out only to thrust back in a moment later, eliciting a delicious gasp from Castiel.
Encouraged, and already close himself, Dean began to move faster, sheathing his cock in and out of Castiel as he captured his lips in a perfect, hot kiss, biting as his bottom lip roughly. "F-Fuck..." He cursed, hips moving erratically within his lover, Castiel's hips moving off the bed to meet him. Dean knew he was close, and removed one of his hands from where it was holding Castiel's to reach between them and stroke his cock in time with his thrusts, having Castiel panting and writhing under him in seconds.
"D-Dean...!" Castiel cried out, unable to hold back any longer when he came in hot, white spurts all over his hand and abdomen at the sensation of Dean's finger rubbing against his sensitive head, his cock rubbing at his prostate. Vision whiting out, he dug his nails into the meaty flesh of Dean's palms and rode out his orgasm, every nerve ignited with the feeling.
At Castiel's cry of his name, Dean thrust but twice more before his own orgasm overtook him, releasing fast and hot into Castiel as his vision, too, went white with the intensity, every muscle spasming with the rolls of pleasure running through his veins. Collapsing beside his lover, Dean panted, pulling out gently only to pull Cas close seconds later, hot breath heavy against his mussed, dark hair, some of which had stuck to his forehead.
"I love you, Dean." Castiel said suddenly, voice hoarse from the intensity.
Dean met Castiel's eyes with a small, sated smile. "I love you too, Cas." It was the first time they had acknowledged it to one another, but the time felt right. They were not going to be separated, had taken the final step in their relationship, and Dean had finally found the one person he wished to spend the rest of his life with. At the smile, Castiel gently cupped the back of Dean's slightly damp neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss on their swollen, red lips, eyes already heavy in post orgasmic fatigue.
Dean kissed back gently, happy, satisfied, and completely enamored with everything that Castiel was. Eyelids soon became too heavy for the both of them, and they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, loving relief washing over the dreamless sleep.