AN: Oh my! Hello, my lovely walk-ins, annoyed followers and happy people of all kinds! I am terribly sorry about the amount of time it took for me to post this. It was a solid ten pages on my word document, so... I hope that works out for you guys. I won't keep you any longer. See ya at the bottom!
Before too long, a late lunch was served and everyone managed a chair around the long bench out back. Dean sat at one end, an empty place on his left for Sammy, and his husband to the right. The sun was hot, but a cool breeze fluttered in, keeping everyone more than happy. People asked for plastic forks and cups, bowls of salad, fruit and pudding was passed around and it seemed the fizz of soda cans opening would never cease. The Winchester let his mind wonder as friendly chatter consumed his backyard.
Dean was happy. Sitting here, peacefully, with a beautiful man on his right – What…? – and a great burger in front of him. In fact, Dean decided his was going to give Cas a quick side glance – see how he was holding up. The side glance turned into a stare as he frowned at the angel's plate, which showed signs of the hamburger being reserved for his fork and the salad being left as finger food.
To each their own, he shrugged off. "Mhmm, Cas, please give a kiss to the cook for me," Julia said.
Everyone was laughing in agreement as they turned to Mr. Novak. The poor angel was caught off guard, his cheeks puffed out, not unlike a chipmunk.
Just as Dean was able to fight his blush down, he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
Cas – somehow – finished his food and turned to Dean, brushing his lips against the other man's skin. In fact, the corners of Castiel's mouth touched the corner of the human's, and at once it seemed that their hearts linked; beating as one, blood pumping in and out at the same time.
That second seemed to stretch in time, and the memory burned in their brains; both caught off guard at the overwhelming feeling. Dean was blushing at an embarrassing rate as Castiel pulled away. Looking over, his high crashed as Sam was grinning at him, ear to ear. Maybe he's just happy about the case, or the food. Dean supplied himself, hoping that his brother hadn't just seen that.
Clearing his throat, Dean motioned him over. "This is my brother, Sam."
The neighbors all turned. "Sam! This is your brother?!" Kent asked in a more-than-delighted ton. "It's mighty fine to see you again, Sam!"
Mrs. Jones nodded. "Yes! You were so kind the other day!"
"How's your summer project going?" Julia asked.
Sam shrugged as he sat down next to his brother. "It's going, I guess. I think my professor is making me drop the subject."
Julia frowned. "Why? I think it's important to talk about."
"Well, maybe it's not Julia," Kent said, something off in his voice, but trying to stay neutral. "He is a professor."
Before Julia could say anything, Angela piped up. "Perhaps it's too sensitive."
The table seemed to grow silent. "Well, how about seconds? Or I'd love to have some pie." Dean said after awhile, breaking the silence.
Everyone slowly began to get back their conversations.
"I need water," Castiel stated, standing rigidly and walking toward the house. Just as Dean was about to go after him, Sam tapped on his shoulder.
"Where've you been?" Dean asked before Sam could say whatever he wanted to.
"Snooping. I think…Angela." He murmured quietly.
Frowning, Dean shook his head. "You didn't snoop well enough – she's…committing adultery with Julia."
Sam gave his brother a look. "Maybe she's targeting Julia next."
The brothers seemed to shrug in unison and slowly melted back into the conversation.
Standing in the kitchen, Cas was delving deep into his thoughts. He couldn't quite place the feeling he had earlier as his lips brushed against Dean's skin.
Absentmindedly, the angel traced his mouth with the pads of his fingers. They tingled and he remembered the closeness he had to the human, the faint smell of metal and leather.
"Cas?"
Dropping his hand and turning, Cas was facing Angela, who was carrying out an empty pie pan. "Are you okay?"
The angel nodded, but he knew he was lying. "I am not for sure," he continued immediately as she ran the tap to rinse out the pan.
"Why not?" she asked tentatively, her voice full of motherly concern and her gaze nothing less than worried.
There was a moment of hesitation as Castiel looked out the window at his husband. "Are you practiced in human emotions?" He decided on, unable to think of any other way to word his troubles without giving himself away.
Angela, after following his gaze, chuckled and shrugged. "I'm no expert, but I have been at life for thirty-five years." Again, she chuckled. "Between you and me, forty-two years."
This got a smile out of the man and he began to organize his thoughts. "Have you ever looked at someone and thought that they make you grounded and can throw you into oblivion at the same time?"
There was a moment of pausing and intense silence. "Yes. A couple of times." She answered honestly.
"With the same person?"
Angela didn't reply, instead asked another question; "Why do you ask, anyway?"
"I'm unsure of what to call this feeling, Angela. And it terrifies me."
Now the woman giggled. "Are you telling me that you're just now realizing you're in love with your husband?"
Castiel flushed and turned away before he looked down, then back up at Angela. "I think that I am just reminded every other occasion, which leaves me breathless."
"That's poetic," Angela said suddenly. "I'm glad that you two can have that with each other."
"How do you know that the feelings are returned?" Castiel asked suddenly.
Angela smirked. "Are you afraid that Dean doesn't love you back?"
Looking away ashamedly, Cas remained quiet. A hand laid on his forearm, causing the angel to look over at Mrs. Jones. "I've seen the way he looks at you, Cas. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."
A couple of minutes later, Angela called all the children in so they could store the food and clear off dishes.
The company had begun to spread out amongst the yard now; under the tree, spread on the grass to soak up sun, or sitting at the bench. Currently, Sam was talking to someone under the shade, while Dean was trying to be interested in his conversation with Kent.
"Well, I think mowing the lawn is important because it keeps your mind busy and you can admire it later."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I agree," he said, really trying not to laugh. That would be rude.
"Dean!" Cas yelled, strong and demanding, so that all the humans turned and looked at him.
With realization that no one was in mortal danger, Dean simply looked over at his husband with a questioning gaze, as he noticed Castiel was holding a blue object. What he didn't register, was that the blue object was now being thrown in his direction. The last thing Dean caught, was a smirk on Cas's face before his was covered in water.
As Dean was about to demand what the hell was going on, children flanked in from behind the angel, and began to throw balloons at their parents, who were starting to get the message – MOVE OR GET HIT.
Castiel turned to laugh as Sam was trying to compromise with Kasey, who decided to take no prisoners, and throw a balloon right as his face. Using the opportunity, the oldest Winchester crept up to the big pot that was being used as the weapon's holder and grabbed about seven balloons.
By this time, Castiel was turning around. "All is fair in love and war, Cas!" Dean said quickly before stunning the angel with a water balloon to the face.
"Sammy!" He shouted next, turning to toss three of the balloons in Sam's direction. Kasey, who had been reigning over him, now backed away, looking terrified.
While Dean had his back turned, Cas tackled him to the ground, exploding all of the water balloons underneath him in the process. "Hey!" Dean laughed, rolling over, still under Cas's body. "I didn't know you were about friendly fire, Cas." He chuckled, going to move the angel off him.
Cas, however, grabbed Dean's wrists before he could be forced off. The yard was filled with chaos, people laughing and happy shouts, but right where Cas and Dean laid, was absolute zen – a completeness. Moving his hands up, Cas threaded his fingers with Dean's, and slowly moved then back down, flat against the grass, above the Winchester's head.
And in the middle of the hectic yard, with everyone around, even Sam, Dean and Cas stared at each other. Both of them wanting a sign from the other. "All is fair in love and war," Castiel finally said, the corner of his lips turned up in a soft smile.
And while water balloons flew over them, Dean lifted his head up, inviting Cas down. Calmly, softly, their lips met and Dean's eyes fell shut without his permission. It was watching water burst against rocks and lightning split sea and birds fly over you and clouds growing old with rain. He couldn't keep his eyes open if he wanted to. But he didn't want to; he wanted to stay in this moment, this perfectly imperfect moment, for as long as possible.
Castiel was floored and unable to think clearly. He couldn't think of anything that compared to this, this amount of ecstasy he had surging through him at this exact moment. The little bit of Heaven he enjoyed most, with the autistic man flying a kite, couldn't compute with this. This was Castiel's Heaven – if he would ever get one, this would be the one he would ask for. The span of how long they were kissing was impossible to distinguish; he felt like years and seconds were going by; it was so fast and slow at the same time, the angel's head spun. By the time they pulled apart, foreheads resting against each other, Cas realized then and there how happy he was.
He and Dean couldn't help the smiles that turned into giggles that turned into laughter that followed their first kiss. How perfect it was in such an imperfect moment; how with everyone around them, no one noticed them. It was so wonderful, Cas decided to swoop in and steal another.
But they over looked one person. The only person who saw the couple locking lips was the one person who wanted to vomit at the site; the one who planted a gun in the Novak house the night before.
After the water balloon fight, (where Rodger and David thought it would be a great idea to get the hose from the side of the house), everyone was grinning and laughing, soaked to the bone. "Sorry, we just don't have enough towels," Dean had said as everyone waddled home. As they all walked, there was that unmistakable sound of water being squished out of their shoes with every step.
"That was fun," Julia said after she called for her children again.
Saluting, Dean said thank you and stood aside while Kasey, (who had stolen a longer-than-comfortable hug from Sam), and her older brother ran to the gate.
Before David followed his mother and sister, he turned to Dean. "I'm reconsidering your title of loser." He said coolly.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Julia called after him again, and David sped off.
"Weird ass kid," Dean muttered under his breath.
"Hey, Dean, I'm going to use your shower, alright?" Sam called.
Shutting the gate to walk back through the yard, Dean yelled an 'alright.' Grabbing a trash bag, he began to pick up the plates and cups around that had been knocked away during the sudden water war.
"Would you like some help?" Castiel asked, his body and clothes completely dry – hair a fucking mess. Not that Dean was complaining by any means.
Dean also could stop the stupid grin that wormed its way onto his face. "If you wanna clean me up, that'd be nice."
Very swiftly, Cas walked over to the human, and tapped two fingers to his forehead. Warmth spread down Dean's spine and stretched out across his entire body. He shivered from the sudden temperature change, and then grinned even more like a dork, looking at Castiel with gratitude. "Thanks-"
Before Dean could say anything else, Cas slide his fingers through the Winchester's hair and pulled him closer, crashing their lips together with one hand gripping onto Dean tight. Castiel snaked the other one around his waist, pulling the human towards his body. He quite liked this feeling; the human – his human against his body.
Dean fisted different parts of Cas's trench coat, as if he was clinging onto life. Honestly, he loved this; the angel around him, pulling him against a sturdy body; it was practically intoxicating, and if Dean wasn't holding onto Cas's body for dear life, he would fall. He knew it.
The kissing was forceful, intense, but it was graceful and tender. It was like expecting a storm but knowing the birds hadn't flown away yet; leaving hope and beauty in the impending madness.
Suddenly, Dean's body warmed, but it wasn't from the sun – it was a different kind of warmth, and he inhaled sharply – cinnamon and watermelon. Pulling back, Dean pressed his head into Castiel's neck. "Where are your wings?" He asked, breathlessly.
Cas, who had nuzzled against Dean's hair, hovering a kiss over his hairline. The angel's breath was hot and tickled the shell of Dean's ear to give him shivers. "Around you." He whispered, now running his hand up to trace the dip in Dean's back.
Sam stepped out of the shower with a towel snug tight around his hips. Another towel was in his hands so he could dry his hair absentmindedly. "Dean?" He called, getting no reply.
Walking over to the window, he peered outside into the back yard.
His brother, wrapped up in an angel's arms was not what he expected to see.
Going inside, Dean couldn't suppress a grin. He began to load the dishwasher as Sam came from upstairs. His hair still looked wet and he was wearing jeans and a tee. "Hey," he said hesitantly. "You seem happy about doing the dishes."
Dean grinned at his little brother. "Why not?" he replied. "I mean, clearly we're going to have competition with the Jones's about dinner parties,"
"Yeah," Sam answered lamely. "So… Uh, did you figure out what to do about your marriage issue yet?"
There was a pause. "What marriage issue?"
Sam smirked. "Well… That you could have a marriage issue?"
"Oh," Dean said. "Uh, no." He turned around.
"I figured you wouldn't," Sam said, not leaving his brother any room to protest as he continued. "Heaven doesn't recognize divorces, but they do annulments. I was going to tell you the other day, but you hung up."
Dean, frozen where he stood, was unsure of what to say. "Yeah, sure," he said after awhile, starting the dishwasher. "I'll talk to Cas about it later. Are you staying the night?"
The little brother chuckled. "Is it a burden?"
The older brother responded by shaking his head and shoving his brother a little. "Get over yourself, Sammy."
"I just think it's smart for me to stay. Especially if someone is breaking in and you clearly can't handle it-"
"-Okay, okay!" Dean said with a grin, wanting to get his brother's teasing over with.
There was a tentative pause. Sam opened and closed his mouth several times as he thought of how happy his brother and the angel looked just before he arrived. Upon opening his mouth for the eighth time, Dean spoke up. "Spit it out, Sammy,"
"What-?"
"You have something to say, spit it out."
"You think you'll want to get the annulment?" Sam word-vomited, instantly regretting that he asked it.
Dean shrugged. "Uh… What?"
Sam, trying to remain causal, shrugged and began to move things around the table. "Well – Uh, I just meant that, maybe-"
"-Sam." Dean snapped, sitting down at the table. He placed a beer on the placement mat in front of him, and kicked the chair out across from him to invite Sam to sit. The taller one hesitated, but sat.
Okay, I have two ways to let this play out. One, I can just admit to seeing them – he opened his beer – or I can let Dean admit to this one on his own.
"Sam?" Now worry traced in Dean's voice. "Why do you think Cas and I wouldn't-"
"-Well, I saw him kiss your cheek before I came over and then he was holding you in the backyard and you know I'd never judge you, Dean, it's totally up to you and him, I was just shocked-" Sam stopped abruptly.
The older brother sure as hell didn't know what to say, and sat wide-eyed in his chair. "What?" He settled on.
"You-I-" Sam paused. "Um. I don't…know."
Standing, Dean forgot all about his beer. "Listen, Sam, the only thing I'm going to say about that is I'm not for sure what's going to happen."
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
"I'm going upstairs now," he continued.
"Yeah!" the other agreed again, standing to walk into the other room.
After the race upstairs, Dean didn't stop until he was in the bedroom and the door was shut behind him. "Are you alright?" Cas asked from the bed.
"Yeah." Dean said, leaving out the conversation he had not two minutes ago. "Uh, Sam thinks it's Angela."
Cas looked over to Dean. "He is wrong." The angel said, nothing more than eyes pleading that Dean believe him.
"That's what I said, but he seemed convinced-"
"-Dean, he is wrong. Her soul is not pure but it is not tainted with murder."
The human held up his hands in defense. "Alright, we'll tell Sam tomorrow."
Castiel seemed to relax were he sat and looked over at Dean. "It is already sunset," he said absentmindedly.
Nodding, Dean walked over to sit against the headboard, kicking his shoes off.
The men sat in a silence for awhile. "Are you tired, Dean?" Cas asked quietly.
"Yeah, a little."
The lights went out and Castiel was sitting next to Dean against the headboard.
A smirk feel on Dean's face, but eventually he worked himself down, head nestled against Cas's lower stomach. "Good night, Cas."
"Good night, Dean," the angel said, running his fingers through the human's hair.
Exiting the house, Sam's brain began to think of several different scenarios that could have ended better than the one that played out. Seriously? Surprised? He probably thinks you're surprised that he was hugging on some guy.
It was true; Dean went to sleep thinking Sam was surprised Dean saw other men in that light. But it wasn't the case whatsoever – Sam hardly cared. In fact, as long as his brother was being safe, he didn't care. However, it was surprising that it was Cas.
Sure, there were signs, but… Sam stopped in his tracks. There were signs, he just never thought that Dean was interested in Cas. Dr. Sexy? Hell yes. Castiel, angel of the Lord? Maybe.
Now that Sam was thinking about it; Definitely. He wasn't entirely for sure how he missed it, now that he was really thinking about it.
Okay, but here's the deal, my brother sucks at admitting things, so it's clear that no one is going to get any kind of "Yes, I love this man" thing from him. Sam continued after he easily realized what Dean and the angel had for each other. He was walking down the street slowly as he tried to find a plan of attack for this. Basically, this is going to go down the same way it would if I found him and Jo weren't pretending; head down and don't bring anything up.
By this point, Sam's nerves had relaxed and he had traveled a fair distance from the house. Across the entire neighborhood, the sunset was burning beautifully harsh colors against the grass, white fences and red shutters. And… Angela?
"Hey," Sam called in a friendly voice. Angela turned from where she was on the porch of Julia's house.
"Oh, hello Sam. You sounded like my husband for a second-"
"-What are you doing here so late?"
"Oh, Julia forgot something at-"
"-Where is it?" Sam interrupted again, noting there was nothing in Angela's hands; nothing to return to anyone.
Angela looked terrified. She tried to grin, but the man before her stayed stoic. "I meant I forgot something in her house, sorry to confuse you. What are you doing here this late?"
Sam raised his eyebrows at her. "I'm just walking."
"Right," Angela said. "Well, uh,"
"Do you want me to walk you home?" He asked next. "It could be-"
"-That's okay, thank you." And with that, Angela slipped past him. He eyed her, then the house.
Before he could turn around and turn in for the night, the door to Julia's house was opening. And before Sam could evade whoever was exiting, a giant 'Sam!' was called. He turned on spot to see Kasey, red hair in a braid and a mix match set of Barbie and Thor pajamas. Okay, she's adorable. He decided.
"Hey, what are you doing out of bed?" He said, also deciding it would be best if he stayed on the opposite side of the fence.
Kasey didn't – she ran around the gate and gave his legs a hug. Sam awkwardly pat her head. "Seriously, shouldn't you be lying down?"
Looking up at him, Kasey gave a thoughtful and angry look. "I don't like Mrs. Jones and she comes over too much."
Sam's eye blew wide – This kid. He thought; adorable, but don't cross her. "Does she?" he replied, unsure of how to play the conversation.
"Yes, but you saved me!" She beamed, giving another hug to Sam's legs.
Again, he gave her an awkward pat. "Well, you should probably go inside Kasey, and don't forget to lock the door."
"Okay!" She said, happy that she was given a task, and sped toward the front door.
Sam, on the other hand, was now unsure of what to take on Angela. And he was going to very annoyed if this meant his brother was right and that he would have to start over from square one.
The next day, Dean woke up with the sunlight streaming through the curtains to spill on his face, and the soft rise and fall of a body behind him. Why not greet the day with a grin?
He rolled over and Castiel was simply looking at the man before him. "Good morning, Dean. I hope you had a good night's sleep?"
But as Cas was asking, Dean pressed their lips together and threaded fingers through Cas's hair and hand. The same effect washed over him; water; lightning; birds; clouds. He pulled apart. "That was nice." Castiel said, a small smile on his face.
Dean hardly nodded before he rolled onto his back, his mind flooding with the word 'annulment.' Cas moved to use Dean's chest as a pillow, causing Dean to lace his fingers through the angel's hair again. He traced Cas's scalp with every rake of his nails.
"Hey, Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?"
There was a pause. "Annulment. That's what I meant the other day."
It seemed as though their blissful start to the day was being put to a halt. "Do you think that it is what we should do?" Castiel asked.
"Uh…probably. We're pretending to be-" But Cas was gone and Dean cursed himself. "Ugh, fucking emotions"-he tried throwing the blankets over his legs-"and fucking angels"-he tripped as he moved to stand-"and fucking Cas." He grumbled as he stumbled into the bathroom.
Not ten minutes later, he was walking down the stairs. "Sammy, where are you? Sammy?!"
"What are you yelling about?" The younger Winchester asked as the rounded the corner.
"Let's go work on the case or something – this house is driving me crazy."
Shrugging, Sam grabbed the keys and the two of them headed for the Impala.
"Oh, morning, Cas! Please, come in!" Angela said, stepping aside. "What can I do for you?"
On the tip of the angel's tongue, was everything, but what came tumbling out of his mouth was close enough to the truth. "How could I show Dean that I am not pretending with my feelings?"
Angela gave a thought look. "Well… I don't know, you guys don't ever wear your wedding bands. Do you not like them, or…" She trailed, wanting Cas to use his words and not hers.
This piece of elegance was said; "Wedding bands?"
Smiling politely, she held up her left hand to present he ring finger. "Ah. No – yes. We lost them. During the move."
A giant grin grew on Angela's face. "Well you could buy new ones for each other. Doing something like that together could help renew your relationship."
Nodding silently, Cas began to think more on the topic. He wasn't for sure what it meant; of course there was the wife's tale of how a vein in the left hand connected that finger to the heart, but he wasn't for sure if it was real or not. In complete honesty, marriages didn't come with wedding bands if he could remember correctly; which he did. It was Castiel's understanding that such rings used to be bigger and a sign of devotion to God, but if Angela was right…
Tuning back in, the woman had begun to talk about Sam. And something that happened the night before? "What did Sam do?" Castiel interrupted. "Did he try to harm you?"
"Heaven's no!" Mrs. Jones gasped, her hand resting over her heart, utterly flabbergasted. "But he was questioning me as if I was a thief. I don't know, I would hate if we didn't get alone."
Before she could say anything else, Castiel was standing. "Excuse me." He said stiffly, heading to the door.
Angela bustled after him, but as soon as she opened the door he recently shut – he was nowhere in sight.
"Sam, Angela is not the murderer." Cas said, turning around in the motel to face the brothers.
"Ohhh, look who decided to show!" Dean slurred, taking a swig of whiskey and grinning stupidly.
Looking from Dean to Sam with a 'why aren't you being babysat' to 'Sam, why aren't you babystting?' Sam replied by raising his hands in the air, saying that Dean was an adult and if he wanted to drink that was his deal. When he spoke, it was about the matter on hand.
"If you say so – I caught her-"
"-Sneaking into Julia's house. They are fornicating."
Dean let out a string of giggles at the word, causing Cas to shoot another accusing look at Sam. "Okay, you know what? I want you to trying taking that bottle from him. I almost got stabbed."
"I thought we weren't going to play that game again, Sammy." Dean slurred. Another hiccup/laughing fit began. Cas sighed.
"You can leave him to me." The angel said, touching Dean and then they were gone.
"Dean, why are you drinking more than usual?"
"Why do horses sleep standing up?" Dean replied, giving him a look that said he didn't care – that he didn't care.
Giving his husband a reply look that stated; 'I am not for sure how to respond and I don't know how that's relevant,' Castiel could only reply by opening and closing his mouth. "Dean, I fail to see how horses-"
"-Yeah, me too." He interrupted without purpose.
There was a pause before Dean turned toward the kitchen. Where originally his hand had helped him stay steady on a chair, he was now without, and by the sudden spin of his heel and the world, Dean fell on the ground. Cas rushed to the human, gathering him so he could stand.
"What on Earth are you doing?!" the angel demanded.
Dean was sent into a fit of laughter as he gripped Cas's trench, trying to find a way to stand. The angel lifted him easily, an arm around Dean's waist as the drunk man directed the both of them to the kitchen. "Does it matter what I'm doing?" He trailed. "Cassie?" He added with another soft string of giggles.
"You're going to the liquor cabinet, aren't you?" Castiel questioned as Dean shook his head.
"Of course not!" He replied, walking carefully ahead of Cas, who remained at the island, watching this ridiculous human stumble toward more alcohol. Even as Dean continued muttering 'why on Earth would I do that?' and 'liquor? No,' he began to open the pantry that kept the household booze.
Although irritated, Cas smiled and Dean opened a bottle of Whiskey. Suddenly, Dean whipped around to face the angel again. "So. Cas. Why haven't you been returning my calls?"
"I-"
"-I think it's because I'm asking you for a divorce-"
"-Dean-"
"-or annulment, whatever."
"Dean, you have not been calling me."
There was a pause. "Oh." He said after awhile. "Yeah, but I meant to." Another silence followed. "Well, I've got to use the john," he slurred, spinning too quickly toward the restroom.
Again, Dean began to fall, but Cas was too fast; appearing at Dean's side to catch the human. "You are very intoxicated. Perhaps you shouldn't continue drinking."
Dean replied by smirking, grabbing his bottle and throwing an arm around Castiel's shoulders. "Awe, you're supposed to be more fun than Sam, Cassie. Help your hubby out," he said between giggles.
Remaining quiet, Cas lumbered his irritating human across the hall to the bathroom. He flipped on the light, and forced the bottle from Dean's hands (and mouth) to make him focus on the task they were trying to accomplish. Cas ran a hand through his own messy hair, in the same way a mother who was carpooling would. Meanwhile, Dean couldn't quite figure out his belt buckle. For some reason every time he reached for it, something went wrong; hands landing too high, low, left – whatever it was. Suddenly, Cas was sighing and Dean had four hands. At least these hands can unzip my pants. There was a pause. Wait…those aren't mine…
Dean sent himself into another fit of giggles. "Thanks, Cassie,"
"You are welcome." Castiel relied, moving so he stood behind Dean; making them back to back. The Winchester rested his body against Cas's.
"An annulment is reasonable." Cas said quietly.
"Do you think so?" He asked, somehow gaining the ability to re-zip his jeans (the belt was not an option.) The two remained still, however, back to back with Dean leaning against him.
"Yes. But… I believe…" he trailed.
"What?" the question was asked tiredly.
Again, Castiel hesitated. "I would like to go and get us something to show you-"
But Castiel cut himself off because a greater weight lain against his head and a soft snore was heard. First, Cas tilted his head; Dean was asleep. Skillfully, he turned around so now the sleeping Dean was against the angel's chest. They were magicked to their bedroom.
There you have it! My latest, late chapter! I sincerely hope you guys have enjoyed it.
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