/OMGOMGOMG Finally watched S9 season premiere! HOLY CRAP, Castiel is the cutest thing to have fallen from heaven 3 Dammit, my feels are at an all time high xD Dean once again shows his eternal love for Cas (I need you man) heeeeheeee okok enough with the fangirling..here's the next chapter!/
CASTIEL
Castiel could sense the change in their relationship. Dean doesn't act the same way towards him anymore. Often he thinks back to the vivacious five year old who crawled into his lap and giggled, begging for another story before bedtime. It's very different from eighteen year old Dean, who smirks at Castiel from across the room, with stolen looks, and sly winks. Castiel's wings flutter insanely whenever Dean does this, and it makes his smirk grow even wider, as if he knows the swooping sensation in Castiel's stomach, the way his grace leaps and pirouettes whenever Dean so much as looks at him. Each year Dean has grown more and more beautiful, and his eighteenth year is his peak. His shoulders are broad and muscular, tapering down to a slim waist, and lean legs. His freckles are fading slightly, and his eyes are their usual, vivid green, framed by lush but masculine features. Castiel, as an angel, considers humanity to be beautiful in general, but Dean is gorgeous, both externally and in his soul.
Castiel begins to realize that his love for Dean is meandering past the line of acceptable and into the dangerous territory of romantic and sexual. The way Dean is acting lately, is not at all helping the situation. Castiel swings between desire and confusion every time Dean so much as looks at him. As far as Castiel knows, he really shouldn't be feeling this way…he really…really…shouldn't….
"Hey, Cas." Dean winks at Castiel, not even batting an eyelid at his sudden appearance in the room, as he yanks on his tie. "Mom made me wear this. What with graduation and all…"
Dean is dressed in a black suit, with a dark green tie. It's a nice fit, and Dean's figure is well shown in the cut. Castiel has never seen Dean in anything fancier than a t-shirt and jeans so the change is pleasant.
"How do I look, buddy?" Dean holds his arms out and gestures to himself in a sweeping motion.
Castiel lets his gaze travel over Dean, from the lightly gelled hair to his full lips, from the cleft of his chin to his chest, tight against the dress shirt, and finally down his legs to his dress shoes. He brings his gaze back up to Dean's eyes, surprised at the sudden heat he finds there. Dean looks magnificent.
"You look good, Dean." Castiel paused. "I am proud of you."
Dean's entire face lights up, and he surges forward to pull Castiel into a tight hug. "Thank you, Cas." Suddenly, Castiel feels lips brush at his stubbled cheek, and Dean steps back, a smirk on his face. Castiel's wings tremble, shivers rippling through the feathers at the contact. Before Dean can do anything that the smile playing on his lips suggests he wants to do, there is a knock on the door.
"Hey Mom." Dean says to Mary.
"Oh honey." Mary smiles at Dean with motherly pride. "You look so handsome." Adjusting Dean's tie, she smoothes out his suit jacket and straightens his collar.
"Thanks Mom." Dean hugs her softly, like she is frail and delicate. For all her years, Mary is still lovely, blonde hair with just hints of grey flowing over her shoulders. "You're beautiful as always." Mary blushes and leans up to kiss her much taller son on the cheek.
"I love you, sweetie." Mary reveals a small white box tied with a blue ribbon. "Happy graduation."
Dean takes the box and undoes the ribbon, opening the box to reveal a small key. "The key to the Impala?" Dean murmurs. He flicks a glance at Castiel and he smiles. Dean gives a small smile in return and pulls the key out, as his mother continues.
"Your father always talked about you inheriting that thing for graduation. And you've taken such good care of it. Why don't you go on a road trip, before you join Bobby at the auto-shop?"
"I could use that fund Dad set aside?"
"Of course honey." Mary beams. "You've been taking such good care of me and Sam. You deserve it."
Dean hugs his mother once more, and places a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you Mom. I love you."
Later Castiel watches from a distance as Dean receives his high school diploma on stage. Pride and jubilance send his wings arching high, and he vanishes. He'll be back later, but for now, it is Dean's time to be with his family. They can talk later tonight.
"Castiel." Castiel is standing in the woods behind the Winchester home.
"Gadreel." Castiel turns to nod to the other angel.
"Don't think I don't know Castiel." Gadreel spits. "You're in love with the boy."
"Gadreel!" Ambriel is suddenly beside them, but neither flinch.
"I do not see how it is any of your concern, brother." Castiel says with a warning tone.
"Gadreel, you have no proof of such things."Ambriel says, with a glance at Castiel. "Castiel, calm yourself."
Castiel obliges because it is Ambriel who asks. Gadreel, however has no such intention.
"It is not your duty." He hisses at Castiel.
Castiel draws himself up, his wings spreading to give the impression of size. He was after all, a Power. "Do not presume to tell me what my duty is Gadreel." Castiel thunders. "You would do better to focus your energy on your own charge."
Gadreel draws back with a snarl, and disappears.
Castiel fold his wings into his back and sighs. "I did not want to do that."
Ambriel clasps her hands together, with a sad smile. "I know, Castiel. But the fact remains you are indeed in love with Dean Winchester."
"It was not something I anticipated, Ambriel." Castiel exhales heavily. "If I had, I would have done something about it."
Ambriel looks at him sharply. "Like what, Castiel? Perhaps it is not meant to be so. Perhaps we are meant to follow our own instincts of what our duty is, instead of following what power-drunk giants are telling us to do upstairs! I cannot imagine a world where love is wrong, Castiel."
"This isn't just any love, Ambriel." Castiel says, sorrowfully. "It is a love between a guardian angel and his charge and it brings more pain than happiness."
"No, Castiel. It brings pain because of wrong ideas, and misconceptions, and rules that no longer hold justice." Ambriel shakes her head. "The child loves you. I see it. You cannot run away from him."
"He has his soulmate." Castiel reminds her. "He will find that person."
"That person is you, Castiel." Ambriel murmurs. "Remember: Our Father put you here for a reason." Ambriel is gone by the time Castiel lifts his eyes from the ground. But then, it does not take a sense of sight to know he is alone.
He is rocking in his chair in Dean's room late that night when Dean returns. He totters into the room and slams heavily onto his bed.
"You are drunk." Castiel states.
Dean flips spectacularly onto his back and stares at Castiel with a small noise of protest. "Just buzzed, Cas."
Castiel cocks his head.
"Happy, Cas. I'm real happy." Dean grins.
Castiel nods. "You should be. You are no longer attached to an institution."
"Cas, buddy, when you say things like that, I really don't get you." Dean sighs, getting up, and covering the few inches between them, he collapses into Castiel's arms. The movement would have winded a human, but Castiel catches him, easily able to hold Dean's weight. He is not however, so sure about the old chair beneath them that is creaking loudly with their added weight.
"Bedtime, Dean." Castiel pulls Dean up, sliding one arm under his back and the other under his knees.
"I feel like a bride." Dean hiccups, as Castiel lays him onto the bed.
"Goodnight Dean."
"Cas, stay with me, man." Dean whispers. He links his fingers over the back of Castiel's neck and drags his head downwards. Dean positions Castiel's head next to his, and Castiel is forced to climb into bed with him.
"Dean." Castiel begins, unsure of how, or what to say.
Dean slips his arms around Castiel's waist and pulls him close, so close their noses are touching and their lips are inches apart. It would not take much for them to press together, and Castiel stiffens in Dean's arms. Dean, on the other hand, seems to either not care or just not realize, and fluidly melds himself to Castiel, throwing a leg over the angel's thigh. Castiel's wings rustle slightly, since their movement is limited in this position, but Castiel feels the heat spread up his neck.
"Hmmm." Dean hums into Castiel's neck.
"Dean..." Castiel's voice is deeper than usual, throaty with the emotions he simply cannot understand. "I love you."
Dean opens his eyes and Castiel can see the sincerity in them. "I love you, Cas. I'm not just sayin' it man. I mean it. I guess it's why I broke up with Jo."
"Dean, would you be telling me this without the influence of alcohol?" Castiel asks.
"Probably not, man. I mean, I'm pretty damn sober, but the alcohol moves it along you know? I just…really wanted to tell you tonight." Dean cards his fingers through Castiel's hair. "I'm still going to remember this tomorrow and I'm not going to regret it."
Castiel nods slightly. "If you are sure that you will not regret it."
"How could I man?" Dean presses his lips to Castiel's cheek. "You're the best thing in my life, right up there with Mom and Sam."
Castiel relaxes in Dean's arms. "That means a lot Dean. Thank you."
"Anytime, Cas." Dean says, his voice muffled with sleep. "Just one…last..thing."
"What would that be?"
Dean moves forward slightly, just enough for their lips to touch. Dean's lips move ever so gently against Castiel's, smooth and soft. Castiel feels heady and his wings are fluttering and vibrating, no longer in his control. Dean gently runs a hand through his feathers and Castiel jerks against him. He can feel his charge smile against his lips as a tongue seeks permission to enter Castiel's mouth, swiping along his bottom lip. Castiel's lips part, and Dean probes the caverns of Castiel's mouth with his tongue, slipping and poking in all the right places, provoking a moan from Castiel.
Finally, he pulls away, eyes bright. "God, Cas, I've been waiting so long to do that."
Castiel touches a finger to his still tingling lips, awed. "I had no idea that was possible."
"It's not possible with everyone, Cas." Dean runs the pad of his finger along Castiel's cheek, just as he used to do to Dean when he was a baby. "Just with you. It's special with you."
Castiel lays his head on Dean's shoulder and Dean kisses his ear, rubbing circles into Castiel's back.
"I love you, Cas." Dean murmurs as he falls asleep.
"I love you too, Dean." Castiel whispers, as he watches Dean's chest rise and fall. Clasping his charge closer to him, Castiel lets his mind go blank. For now, Gadreel and heaven don't really matter. Now, all that seems real is what he feels for Dean and the solidity of the man he loves lying beside him. That's all that matters right now.
Finally! God's been waiting and finally he gets. His OTP is canon! God chuckles to himself. They certainly took a long time in getting there, but he's been keeping an eye on them.
It was definitely easier, seeing as the two came into his store nearly every week. It was cute the way Dean tried to hide the way he was talking to Castiel. Real cute.
God leans back in his chair and sips at his scotch. Phase 1 complete.