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Dean woke with a start. On autopilot, he reached for a gun stashed under his pillow. Except there was no extra body in the room that had awoken the hunter; it was the lack of a body. Finally gathering all his thoughts, he sat up in bed and threw the covers out of his way.
Cas appeared in the blink of an eye, but Dean was hardly startled. "Good morning," the angel said. "There were no suspicious activities throughout the night except…" he trailed, blood running to his face in a frenzied flush.
"Except what, Cas?" Dean asked in a slightly worried and more than slightly commanding tone.
The angel stood there for a moment, part of him leaning toward the human in embarrassment and contemplation of what to say, with another stoic celestially emotionless part of him leaning away in hesitation. The forest green eyes looked up after the sleep had been rubbed from them and gave the angel a look that said 'take your time, cupcake.'
"Except that you were saying my name"-Castiel's words began to grow faster-"which is normal – I mean, you've done this before – but now it was in a different voice"-both men were blushing. Cas like a first time virgin and Dean with just dust on his cheeks-"one that would suggest you were receiving sexual-"
But finally the angel was cut off. The Winchester stood abruptly, grabbing the angel's wrist and yanking him forward, crashing both of their lips together. For a moment, Castiel had continued on; saying more words in the midst of their lips brushing, but was too soon pulled under by the feeling of helplessness and happiness. By such that his eyes fluttered shut and he paid his entire attention to that one patch of skin that touched the other.
They stayed like that for a moment before pulling away. "Sorry to make you uncomfortable, Cas," he said with a grin in his voice. Dean was far from sorry. He, in a lot of ways, was glad that it was out in the open. Not that he thought his blue eyed angel was going to do anything about it, but it was somehow relieving to have it on the table. At least now he could feel less guilty about his…thoughts.
Knock, knock, knock!
"-I'll get it," the angel cut himself off and zapped downstairs to answer the door, leaving Dean to wake properly.
Behind the door was David and Kasey, with quite different looks on their faces. David, who looked sour at being at the Novak residence, lightened up once he saw Cas there instead of Dean. The little girl, who looked so much like her mother, had a giant grin on her face.
"Is Sammy here?" She asked, not afraid of nudging her head past the doorway. As she said that, David decided on, "Oh, thank God it's you and not Mister-Tight-Shirts."
That got him a good shove to the head by an unknown palm. Unknown until Rodger stepped into view, pocketing his phone. The Beats around his neck looked like they were more for show, now.
"Don't be a brat – Kase, get back outside. That's not polite." He looked apologetically over at Castiel. "Hey, we were just wondering if you guys had brown sugar by any chance."
Dean, who had just got down the last step, heard the question and headed for the kitchen. He doubted it, but didn't mind checking. "Let them in, Cas,"
Three bodies spilled into the foyer as Dean clicked on the empty pantry's light. He clicked it off just as quickly. "Sorry kiddos. Fresh out."
Rodger shrugged, David rolled his eyes and Kasey took the opportunity talk. "Is your older brother, Sam, here?" She said in a slow and confident voice. Of course, it came out as cute – her being young.
Dean chuckled. "No. And he's actually younger than me," he added, hoping to impress her.
All her cute dissolved as she threw her hair over her shoulder and her eyebrow popped in disbelief. "He's taller than you." She commented defiantly.
Dean's smile faded. "Anyways, thanks," Rodger said. "I'm just babysitting and thought it'd be easier to have an activity for them – us to do."
Before David could protest any of many wrong things in that sentence, Rodger casually threw an arm around the boy's shoulders, but only to cup the youngster's mouth shut. "That's a good idea," Dean replied. "Tell you what; Cas and I were going to go out to breakfast. Make a list of what you need and we'll run to the store and grab it."
Rodger and Castiel's eyes lit up. Which was when Dean remembered the last time he took Cas in public. "Wow. Thanks, man. Yeah. We'll be next door."
Fifteen minutes later, Dean and Cas were sitting the Impala, (with both seatbelts on), and heading to a Waffle House. Castiel sat quietly, watching Dean out of the corner of his eye. Although he still hated riding in cars, this was nice. This still silence, being so calmingly close, this surprising ease and stress-free environment. He enjoyed being here with Dean.
"What is it?" The Winchester asked. He side glanced at his husband. "You keep looking at me and swooning." He grinned.
The angel completely fumbled. "I – What the – How? – I am not swooning."
"Well stop giving me your puppy eyes." Dean said. "It's distracting me."
There was a pause. "How?" Cas asked.
Dean did a double take at the angel. "What?"
Castiel's blue eyes were no longer puppy dog – they were intense and burned into Dean's. They remembered Dean of when they first met; when Cas was fresh out of Heaven and still a strong little soldier. "How am I distracting you?" He said in a steady, commanding and firm voice.
It was the human's turn to fumble.
He looked at Castiel's lips (pink, full) his jaw (strong, angular) and thought of that voice – the one he just fucking used – telling Dean other things. Jesus. "Fuck, Cas. I don't know, you're just too gorgeous." He tried, hoping he sounded like his normal self – his voice did not sound whiny. No. It was normal. They pulled into a parking spot and Dean cut the engine. He stayed where he was in his seat, afraid that even moving out of the car would give away his thoughts.
The angel was looking at him. Finally a small grin grew on his face. "You think I have a good jawline? And you like the color of my lips?"
Damn it, Cas.
The angel seemed to smirk, knowing how much he was bothering Dean.
Fuck that. Dean thought after glaring at the beautiful being before him. Rushing forward, he crashed their lips together.
As if they were both connected on a deep, internal level. They both moved together, breathed together, and their heads thought the same thing;
I will NEVER get enough of this.
"Perhaps if we act more…killable." Castiel suggested, picking at the hash browns that Dean kept pushing to his side of the plate.
The Winchester laughed. "More killable?" He replied between bites. His fork scraped back against the plate as he pushed more to Cas. The angel poked at the greasy, shredded potatoes with his lips puckered; as if he was seriously debating them. Besides the fact that Dean found it beyond adorable, Castiel had some ketchup on his mouth that he was itching to lick away.
Baby blue and puppy round for eyes shot up to look at Dean. His heart melted. "We must be too intimating and that's why no one has tired to kill us." The angel explained.
Is there something wrong with me because I don't find that sentence odd? Dean asked himself. …Nah. "It's probably all your muscle." He answered with a grin. "And you got shot, just…in case you forgot."
Castiel gave his husband a blank look. "Seriously, Dean. We need to-"
"-I am being serious – Listen, babe, there's nothing we can do. We gotta catch him in the act. All we can do is wait it out right now."
The angel leaned back from Dean's plate. "I'm really worried about Angela." He replied. "There's something really wrong and-"
Dean's hand on top of Cas's cut the angel off. "Cassie, we'll finish the job, okay? We always do."
Looking over, the Winchester's face hardened and only when he pulled his hand away did he realize that he had been playing with Castiel's ring. The look on Dean's face must have been annoyance because Cas piped up. "What?"
Dean, who was now making hyperaware three-sixties of the restaurant, finally looked back at Castiel. "I think that old couple is looking at us – no don't look," he said to the back of Cas's head. When the angel finally looked back, his eyebrows were pulled together. And he still has ketchup on his fucking face.
"Are you suspicious of their intentions? Do you think they've murdered people? Or do you think they're monsters? I know they're not demons but-"
Grabbing Castiel's chin in a grasp that could be looser, he looked him dead in the eye. Then grabbed a napkin and began to wipe at the corners of his mouth. "You know, Cas, it's not that I think they'll kill us, or that we couldn't out run them, it's simply in my nature to notice." Dean dropped the napkin but held onto Cas's firm chin. "I keep in mind who's doing what around me so I can…" he dropped his hold. So I can keep my family save. "…be ahead." He finished, although he knew that he hesitated too long. He pointedly ignored the questioning look Cas gave him. "Could you break that window?" He asked instead.
Castiel didn't bother looking at it. "Of course. Why?"
The answer came in the form f a soft elderly sound, the faint smell of expensive perform. "Excuse me? I'm so sorry to bother you," said a plump, smiley woman, whose hair was beyond white.
Dean flashed her his signature smolder. "What can I help you with, hon?" he asked.
Being at that age, the woman was blessed with something that most crave to have – absolute disregard for what people think. "I was sitting over there with my husband and I just couldn't help but notice how incredibly blissful you two seem with each other."
As fate would have it, Dean's face flushed red as the became aware of all the touching he had done with Cas in the last three minutes. The woman gave a light laugh to try to ease his embarrassment. "I can just remember the first time my Eddie looked at me like that." She said pointedly at Dean. "As least the first time I caught him." Then winked at Cas. "Anyway, I'm bothering you, sorry," she smiled.
Now Castiel smiled at her, his somehow more dazzling, but only in the way of it being a lot more friendly; innocent. "You did not bother us in the least," he replied. "Thank you for the compliment. How long have you and your husband been married?"
Her hand came to gently touch her temple. "Oh, Lord, that's got to be seventy-three years now." She smiled at them (mainly Cas; Dean was still trying to think of a whitty thing to say to make up for his massive blush.) "How long have you been together?" She glanced at their fingers. "Newly weds?"
"Yes," Castiel answered. "A little more than a week."
"If I may – I have to say I think the hardest part is the beginning. But you two seem like perfect fits. That's very rare to come across."
"Thank you," Castiel said. "I believe you. I think it goes into something even deeper than just perfect fits. It goes to the soul."
The woman's eyes shone like that was exactly what she had meant. "Well that's enough of an old woman bothering a young couple. God bless you two,"
Dean held in a snort. "Thank you," he said instead. "You too."
"That was super dangerous," Castiel said in a stoic voice. Dean answered by kicking his shin under the table. The angel laughed. It was beautiful.
"You need to stop talking to whoever's teaching you sarcasm." Fingers spread on Dean's knee.
"You mean you?" He asked, slowly tracing a pattern over the jeans. There was a pause. "I couldn't," he continued quietly. There was a slow shutter that crawled up Dean's spine like a confident snake.
Green eyes met blue. Dean swallowed hard. Cas licked his lips. "What did you mean?" The human finally grunted out. "When you said it goes deeper? It goes to the soul."
Cas's eyebrows furrowed together in serious contemplation, his hand begin to speed up it's pace, trekking across Dean's knee. What is that shape? "It's a fairy tale," he decided on.
Dean pulled his classic 'yeah right' face. "A fairy tale? You sounded pretty damn convinced by it."
Now the celestial being looked at Dean with a hopeful face. "It's a rumor." He tried again. "It's not really believed amongst a lot of people."
"You're an angel. I fight ghosts. My brother and I have died more times than I can count." He replied. "So are you going to explain this fairy tale?"
The finger on his knee seemed to slow again. "It's been told for…epochs, from angel to angel. I was first told by Gabriel when I was created…"
Is it an 's'? That shape feels like an 's.'
"Throughout the eras, Balthezar and Michael recounted the tale to me, but I always enjoyed Gabriel's way the best…" There was some distant look in Castiel's eyes. "He wasn't always the being you knew him to be. He was…intense. Pensive. He seemed to believe the story as much as I did. I guess that's why I liked his way best." Cas trailed and his finger slowed more…
"It was rumored that humans were made of too many parts. You know? Like a spider. Four legs, four arms, two heads." Gabriel said, slowly and meaningfully. His eyes were looking just past Castiel's ear. "In Greece, they believed that Zesus separated the humans to what they are now, so that they could never overpower the Gods."
Finally the archangel looked into Castiel's eyes, but it was overbearing in a way; knowing how such a great being was before him. Whenever they locked eyes, the foot soldier always squirmed. "But even if you split a physical body there's still something beautiful that remains. It stays intact with each other, always longing…hoping…waiting…" Gabriel's eyes were back to gazing over Castiel's shoulder. Castiel could physically relax.
"You know… Dad made us like that… He never wanted us to be alone. When he creates, it's an art, Cassie. He creates people – even us – as one half of a whole. Beings who have that link, that longing"-Gabriel's words seemed to speed up with intensity and importance, and Castiel's finger sped up with the memory of Gabriel's voice-"inside their bodies, and they're just waiting, waiting for…" He trailed. "Waiting for their souls to find each other again,"
Castiel's finger slowed. "Soul mates?" Dean asked. "Is that the big secret?"
Cas shrugged. "I told you that most don't believe it… And I don't expect you to, either, Dean." Cas was just looking past his husband's ear.
It was only when Castiel stopped trailing his finger on Dean's knee that he realized what it was. An infinity sign.
The story was ridiculous – it was. Human beings a freaky mix between themselves, each other and arachnids? Ridiculous. But even though Dean knew – he knew – that he didn't believe it…he wanted to. He felt the ghost of Castiel's fingers still trailing on his jeans and he longed for this to be true. He hoped. He wanted.
Dean longed for the chance to have an infinity with Castiel. He hoped that he could wake up next to the angel's blue eyes staring down at him. He desperately wanted to hear Castiel tell him that they made a whole – that they belonged together.
Castiel did not look through Dean's thoughts, but he could tell that something shifted between his mind, body and soul. Castiel could feel it, as if his own being shifted to match. The feeling made his eyes flutter close.
And after a minute, the moment was gone. "Alright then, you sap, let's go get these kids some sugar,"
Wow! I had this finished for awhile, I just never got around to editing it... Sorry it's kinda short. I have an idea for the next chapter to bring hella cuteness to the story and I'm really excited for it. So. YES.
Also, I have changed my mind; I would love to answer questions that you guys have in reviews and be more interactive in my author notes at the end of the chapter or whatever. So please; ask away!:)
As always, I hope you enjoyed and I love you all AND WOW I HAVE 200+ PEOPLE READING THIS. THANK YOU! (DID NOT REALIZE THAT. Sorry, I'm not trying to boast, I just don't think I've ever had such a good story. Which is ridiculous because I know several authors that are just so much better than me and have that all the time...)
Have a wonderful day/night!
(PS: Don't watch Lilo & Stitch. You will cry.)
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