Seven years old
Two little boys meet for the first time. One has short, light brown hair, freckles that spread across his face, and bright green eyes that shone brighter than any gem. The other has longer, dark brown hair, his skin not showing a single blemish, and blue eyes that are deeper than the sea.
They're sitting side by side in their first grade classroom, but they do not speak to one another.
This is okay, because talk would come soon and it would never stop.
Ten years old
The two little boys are ten years old now, and are in the fourth grade. They aren't the best of friends; in fact, one of the boys doesn't know the others name. All this little boy knows is that the other little boy constantly gets picked on because he has no interest in girls and his coat is always too big for him. The little boy in question never says anything in response or in defense, and instead just keeps his head down.
One day, the little boy decides that the teasing of the other little boy must stop, and it will end today. So when the bigger kids in their fourth grade class comes up to the other smaller little boy, the little boy marches up to the bigger kids.
A fight breaks out, but the older kids eventually run away. The other little boy helps the little boy up with a deep look of concern written clearly on his face.
"Are you okay?" The other little boy asks, wincing even as he gently touches the little boys face. He isn't sure why he is flinching, since he isn't the one hurt, but his heart quickens in a beat when the little boy grins up at him.
"I'm fine. They'll never bother you again. What's your name? I'm Dean."
Dean holds out his hand for a hand shake, and the other little boy takes it. "I'm Castiel. Thank you for helping me." Dean grins even wider.
"What are friends for?"
Thirteen years old
Frantic knocks are heard on Dean's door and before he can even call for the knocked to come in, the door is opened and Castiel steps inside. Dean rolls his eyes and puts down his car magazine on the bed.
"Cas, what's the point in knocking if you're just gonna barge right in?"
Castiel blushes slightly, but he shuts the door behind him hoping Dean didn't see. "Sorry Dean, but I have to tell you something." Dean cocks his head and gives his best friend a puzzled look. "What is it dude?" Castiel turns to Dean with a mischievous smile on his face.
"I got tickets to see that horror movie tonight."
Dean jumps off his bed and rushes to his best friend's side. "No way! How did you swing that?!" Castiel shrugs as if he doesn't care, but his heart is pounding from his chest in excitement.
"Lucifer said that he'd take us."
Dean started to jump up and down, excitement clearly on his face. "Man, your brother Luci is the best! He's so cool!" Castiel grinned and laughed at Dean's excitement. "Well come on, let's go! My mom already said you could stay the night." Dean ran into his closet and grabbed a bag that he always kept packed in case he was going to have a emergency sleepover with Castiel.
"Just let me go tell Dad."
That night in the theater, Castiel could hardly focus on the movie because Dean had his hand wrapped so tightly with Castiel's. Castiel thought his heart was going to burst from his chest, and it wasn't because of the scary pop up scenes. Dean would jump and them squeeze Castiel's hand tighter, once going as far as wrapping his arms around Castiel because he was so scared.
Later that night, Dean was curled in his sleeping bag but he couldn't sleep. "Cas, can I sleep with you tonight? I'm scared." Dean whispered, and Castiel of course agreed. So Dean climbed into his best friend's bed and the two boys fell asleep, face to face and their hands intertwined.
Sixteen years old
"Dean, there's something I have to tell you."
Castiel's hands were shaking as he sat across from his best friend of six years on his bed. Dean gave Castiel a puzzled look, a concerned look and then a goofy look.
"You look so serious Cas, what's up?"
Castiel took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.
"I'm gay."
Silence filled the room for a moment before Dean began laughing. Castiel opened his eyes in confusion as he watched Dean hold his sides in laughter. "What's so funny Dean?" Dean quieted his laughter and wiped his eyes before taking Castiel's hands in his own.
"Cas, I've known that for a long time. For like, four years maybe? I've just been waiting for you to come out."
Castiel gaped at his friend and then smiled warmly as tears filled his eyes. Dean took Castiel in his arms and let his friend cry on his shoulder, Castiel's tears being happy ones.
Nineteen years old
"Cas!"
Dean called out, his hand in the air. Castiel looked around for a moment before smiling widely once he spotted Dean. His suitcase was in his hand and he started running towards Dean, and Dean started running towards him. They met halfway in the middle and Castiel had flung his bag aside and embraced Dean tightly in his arms. Dean buried his face into Castiel's neck and took a deep breath that was his best friend.
Castiel had moved to New York to further study art and become a famous artist while Dean had stayed in Kanas, mastering his ability to be a auto mechanic. The two had kept in touch, but it had been about four months since they last spoke since Castiel was so busy with school.
But Castiel was back home for the summer, and Dean was so thankful. He missed his best friend dearly, and now being with him, it felt complete. Like the hole that had been missing in Dean's chest was finally full, and Dean loved every second of it.
The two broke away from their hug and Dean noticed pink decorating Castiel's neck but he didn't say anything about it. "You're going to be staying with me, right?" Dean asked Castiel, picking up Castiel's flung luggage. Castiel smiled fondly as he watched Dean.
"Of course, I don't want to stay with anyone else."
Dean grinned and as they started walking away, Castiel slipped his hand into Dean's.
Dean didn't pull away.
Later that night, the two men had been watching movies, eating junk food, gossiping, and sharing silly stories from their respective homes. Castiel had his legs flung casually over Dean's lap, and Dean's hand had rested on Castiel's leg, stroking it softly every now and then. The two men did not acknowledge their arrangement, but neither of them pulled away from it.
Dean had just finished telling Castiel about a recent customer who had heavily flirted with Dean, unaware of his sexual preference. The story had caused Castiel to gasp for air because he was laughing so hard at the poor lady who had tried so hard for a gay man. Dean had been laughing too, but at some point his laughter died away until it was just a faint smile on his face as he stared at his best friend of almost ten years. Castiel slowly stopped laughing as well and stared back at Dean, a smile playing on his lips.
"What is it Dean?"
Castiel inquired, shifting slightly closer to Dean. Dean smiled and touched Castiel's hair gently, almost as if he was afraid he wasn't allowed to touch.
"Nothing. I just like looking at you."
Castiel blushed deeply and Dean moved forward slowly, unsure of how to do this. Although he was gay, he hadn't actually dated a man at all, and nor did he ever date a girl, si he had no idea what he was doing. Castiel knew exactly what Dean was trying to do, and his heart hammered in his chest.
He had been waiting for this for a very long time.
Castiel met Dean halfway and pressed their lips together, it being soft and sweet. Soon Castiel moved from where he was to being sat completely on Dean's lap, his legs on either side of Dean's. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist, his hands resting slightly on the curve of his ass; the kiss turned from soft and sweet to hungry and desperate.
After a few moments, Castiel pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Dean, is this a good idea?" He asked worriedly, but not moving from his spot on Dean's lap. Dean pressed a finger lightly to Castiel's lips to silence him from any other words he might have spoken.
"Some things are meant to be."
He murmured, grinding his hips upward. Castiel gasped and Dean took this moment to kiss him again, but this time sliding his tongue into Castiel's mouth. Castiel let out a small moan and curled his fingers into Dean's hair, pulling the other man closer to him.
Twenty two years old
Dean laid in bed, Castiel beside him. Castiel's leg was flung over Dean's waist, and his arm was draped over Dean's chest, his face in the crook of Dean's neck. They were both naked; this was the first time the two had gone all the way in the three years they had been dating, and honesty, Dean wasn't sure what the hold up was.
Dean looked down at his boyfriend, his partner, his everything and smiled; this man meant everything to Dean, and he somehow knee that the two would be together forever. Dean pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead and closed his eyes, breathing in Castiel's scent.
Twenty eight years old
Dean puts in a CD in the player and pressed skip till it gets to the right track. He puts it on repeat and then goes into the kitchen to finish up the lovely dinner he was making, waiting anxiously for Castiel to get home. He tugs nervously on his dark blue tie, a slight nervous tick of his. He feels slightly uncomfortable in his outfit; a dark blue tie on a crisp, white dress shirt and black slacks; but he wants this day to be extra special. Today was their nine year anniversary of the time they first kissed, and Dean had something extra special planned for tonight.
"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be." Dean sings quietly, along with the CD playing in the dining room of their apartment. "Can't Help Falling In Love" was their song; the first the song that was playing when they kissed for the first time as a official couple, it was playing when they went on their first date, it played on the radio when they went over to Dean's parents house to tell them about their relationship, it was even playing when they drove over to Castiel's parents house to tell them about their relationship. The song had been playing for every important milestone in their relationship; when Dean and Cas had their first fight and Dean stormed off to the bar to calm down and drink, someone had put the song on the jukebox and that's what made Dean go back home. It played at their first dance, at Sam's wedding. It appeared all the time in their apartment; sometimes, when they're was nothing to do or one of them felt especially loving, they would put the song on and slow dance with each other in the living room. They did this about once or twice a week, without fail. It was their thing, and Dean loved every second of it.
Dean suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist and he smiled when he heard Castiel's voice in his ear.
"Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you. For I can't help falling in love with you."
Dean turned around and kissed Castiel softly, wrapping his arms loosely around Castiel's waist. After a moment Castiel pulled away and smiled at Dean.
"Happy anniversary Dean."
"Happy anniversary Cas."
Castiel smiled. "So, what's for dinner? It smells great." Dean grinned and pushed Castiel gently out of the kitchen. "You'll know in a second, go wash up and I'll meet you down here for dinner." Castiel grabbed Dean's hands that were on his chest and pulled him in for a kiss. Dean kissed back and then pulled away, Castiel grinning at him.
"Want to join me in the shower?"
Dean glanced over at dinner and looked down at himself.
"Do I ever."
He whispered, but he pulled away from Castiel. "Let me turn off the stove and then we can go." As Dean turned off the stove, Castiel came up behind him and started kissing Dean's neck, and just behind his earlobe. Dean let out a soft moan and pressed his back into Castiel's chest.
"I'm going to ravish you tonight Dean."
He growled, tugging Dean's earlobe with his teeth. Dean let out a louder moan before spinning around to face Castiel. He gripped Castiel's shirt and stared into Castiel's eyes deeply.
"Shower. Now."
As Dean got redressed, he suddenly felt nervous again. He had a slight jitter all day, but now it was worse. His hands shook slightly as he tried to button up his shirt, at least before Castiel put his hands on top of Dean's.
"Baby, you don't have to wear a tie and button ups or slacks. I know they make you uncomfortable, and you don't have to dress up for me."
Dean turned to Castiel and kissed his hands. "I love you." He said softly, stroking Castiel's hands. Castiel smiled and kissed Dean softly once more.
"I love you too. I'll be downstairs."
Dean nodded and waited for Castiel to leave before getting dressed into something a little more comfortable. He came into the kitchen and started putting the food onto plates before bringing them into the dining room. Castiel was already sitting at the table, a soft smile on his face as Dean put the plate of food in front of him. Dean took his seat and as they started eating, Castiel had slipped his hand into Dean's and Dean squeezed his hand softly.
"This is wonderful Dean."
Castiel commented, giving Dean's hand a soft squeeze. Dean smiled softly. "Thanks Cas. I worked really hard on it." A small silence filled the room as the two men are dinner, the only sound being the CD player playing their song on repeat.
Dean suddenly turned to Castiel and gripped his hand tightly.
"Cas, we've been together for almost ten years, and I've known you for almost twenty. I couldn't help but fall in love with you, and I was so happy when you told me that you loved me too. I love you so much, you make me the happiest man in the whole world, I can't even think of what my life would be without you."
Dean slid out of his chair and onto the ground, making Castiel give a small gasp. Dean went I to the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small, black box and opened it.
Inside was a silver ring.
"So, Castiel Novak, will you marry me?"
Castiel threw himself at Dean and kissed him harshly, Dean's shirt gripped tightly in his hands. "Of course I will marry you Dean!" Castiel yelled, pressing kisses to Dean's face. Dean grinned and connected their mouths in a feverish kiss, sliding the ring onto Castiel's ring finger.
Seventy seven years old
Dean sat on the couch, a newspaper in his hands, his reading glasses perched upon his nose when he suddenly heard music playing. Dean put the paper down and saw his husband, Castiel, standing before him with his hand stretched out. A fond smile graced Castiel's aged face and Dean took the hand, taking time to stand up from the couch. The two walked slowly to the middle of the room and then grew close together, Dean resting his head on Castiel's chest.
They began swaying slowly, not in time with the song they both knee oh so well. They had been married for forty eight years, and had shared thousands of these dances, all with the same song playing in the back ground.
Dean looked up at Castiel, who was staring down at him fondly, and began singing. Soon Castiel joined in, their voices low until the slowly reached up for a kiss.
"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes some things were meant to be. So take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you.
For I can't help falling in love with you."
Hey everyone! So I hoped you enjoyed that, I know I liked writing it, so leave me a comment telling what you thought!
Now, I have something to ask you guys: would you like me to write a little smut? Destiel smut, of course, but I could let you know of what story will have smut in it and even let you know when it's coming so you could skip it if you'd like. Is that something you'd like to see? Let me know in the comments if that is something you would or wouldn't like to see at all. :)
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