here we go guys. not a very long chapter, but LOTS of plot furthering. if you can guess the 'question' mentioned later, review me your guess! mwahahah

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Chapter 8

"Okay so you better spill the beans. What the hell happened when you moved out west?" Cas asked, nursing a beer at a local bar. Katarzyna smiled, tossing her newly-darkened hair over her shoulder.

"Basically I went out there and started applying everywhere I could, but the stereotypical happened; I was either too qualified or wasn't qualified enough. No one wants just any other blonde Russian girl, they all want the dark and mysterious nowadays. So I started doing what I do best, the Dom stuff. It turned slowly into prostituting, a little bit of dancing here and there, and I started using pills again to numb the feelings. Then Dean finally tracked me down, lord knows how 'cause I threw away anything identifying, and gave me some money to clean up, sent me to rehab. I made him swear to keep it quiet though, Cas, I was so ashamed. After how mu h you fixed me up, I went right back into the old game! I couldn't bear to make you unhappy, not while you were still in your medical classes and this crazy residency and everything. When I moved here I got a job in the theater, selling tickets and stuff. When someone found out I could sing- it was a total accident, I was singing while I was cleaning up the lobby one night- they demanded the maestro to give me a chance at auditions. And I landed Fantine, obviously. I've been here for two seasons now, this being the second, so I sent Dean the tickets. You don't get free tickets your first season, and I didn't want you guys to shell out more money on my behalf. Speaking of which," she paused, pulling a ragged envelope out of her massive purse. She turned it over in her hands a few times before handing it to Dean. It was the two thousand he'd wired her in California.

"Oh, no you didn't have to; it was a good investment, obviously." Dean tried to avoid the envelope, but Kats simply laughed and stuffed it in his jacket pocket.

"I see that you two got married! When?" she asked, picking up her martini. Her eyebrow cocked when she heard, today. "Today? when? Why on earth did you- why wasn't I invited?" she spluttered, eyes going wide.

"We went before your show, at 5:00. Just a simple affair. Sam and Gabriel are planning some kind of reception when we get back to Maryland though. You're more than welcome to come to that!" Cas explained, bursting at the seams to have Dean as his husband and Katarzyna back in his life in one day.

"Well, it depends on when it is. The season here ends next month, our last show being the last Saturday. I could come down for a bit after that, I suppose. I was thinking of settling down for a few seasons, giving my chops a rest. Maybe I can be a teacher or something?" Katarzyna mused to herself, chewing on the olive from her glass absentmindedly.

Dean suddenly had an idea. "If you do wind up taking the break, you can take the extra room at our flat, no charge. We have more than enough room," he added, seeing Cas brighten up immediately. "And it's close to several colleges so you can make an easy commute."

"Well then, seems like I have it made now," she winked at them. "I'll tell you by the end of the month, yeah? It may be impossible if the maestro refuses, or if they need me to train the next season or something, but he will know that information soon."

They finished their drinks on a happy note, saying goodnight and parting kisses were had.

"Now, Mr. Winchester, I am going to treat you to a proper wedding night," Dean growled in Castiel's ear, making him shiver in the cool wind of the night. They caught a cab and made their way back to the Plaza, Cas' leg bouncing impatiently the whole way.

Once in the elevator, Dean pushed Cas up against the wall with a bone-deep kiss, making the smaller man gasp for air. Dean only pulled away when the car stopped before their floor, some more folks climbing in. Cas blushed furiously and hid halfway behind Dean, biting his kiss-swollen bottom lip until they reached their destination.

Dean unlocked the door quickly, hot breath in his ear as Cas got more bold, slipping his hands beneath Dean's dress- and under-shirt. He turned and knocked Cas' legs out from under him, carrying him bridal-style over the doorway, making them both laugh hysterically.

Before they even managed to get fully into the room Cas' shirt was off and Dean was mouthing the wings on his back, running purposefully light touches over his chest and stomach muscles. They somehow managed to get into the bedroom, pants somewhere in the hall, socks half-off, a shoe on the table, before Castiel was thrown bodily onto the bed, the wind rushing out of his lungs. This time he was prepared for the mound of hot flesh that landed on him. Scratch marks lined Dean's sides as he straddled Castiel, making him quiver from the rough hands over his skin. A nail scraped his angel's distended nipple, making him arch up gracefully before sinking back down into the pillow top mattress. Without much further ado, Dean stuck tow fingers into Cas' mouth, making him wet them for his entrance.

"Get 'em good and wet, angel, 'cause I'm going in whether you do a good job or not," he growled against Castiel's ear, making him shiver and groan, undulating against Dean's ass which was still straddling his hips. Cas's tongue worked feverishly around the digits, laving spit all over them desperately. The larger man lifted off Cas enough to roll him onto his stomach, his fingers hooking to remain in his husband's mouth. Dean fisted his other hand in Cas' hair, dragging him up to arch his back harshly. "I bet you'd take me dry, wouldn't you, angel?" he growled against the taught skin of Cas's throat, nipping the side lightly and leaving a mark. "Such a little slut for me," he dragged his mouth over Cas's as a ragged moan escaped the smaller man.

Dean worked his spit-slick fingers into Cas's opening, scissoring them immediately instead of fooling around further. Cas sucked in a breath and cried out loudly, bucking back against Dean's hand. "Wa-want to-" he gasped out between Dean's carefully placed brushes against his prostate.

"What do you want, Castiel?" he asked, running his teeth over the bone shafts of the tattooed wings. Goosebumps erupted over Cas' skin and he shivered.

"I want to be on my –ah- back! Want to see yo-you!" he stammered out, thighs shaking with pure need. Dean laughed gently and retracted his fingers, grabbing Cas's thigh just above his knee roughly and flipping him over. He wrenched another moan from Cas by stroking a hand over his cock when he nestled into the pillows, followed by his wicked tongue lapping a straight line up the underside.

"Dean!" Castiel whined, wriggling underneath him, clawing at Dean's back with blunt nails, snagging a couple old scars. Dean hooked his hands under Cas' knees, pushing them up to his chest.

"Hold these," he demanded, taking Cas' arms and wrapping them tightly under his knees. Dean spit onto his fingers, rubbing it over his swollen head and delving three fingers back in Cas, making sure he was still ready. His angel cried out, almost releasing his legs when Dean sank fully into him, taking himself balls deep.

"Oh Lord," Dean breathed against Cas's feet, making him curl his toes. Dean pounded over and over again into Cas, making the headboard come loose from its bolted position on the wall and slide between the mattress and the wall. Cas gave up holding his legs, needing Dean's weight on him fully. He wrapped his calves around Dean's thrusting hips, bringing him down for a deep kiss.

Cas trailed his hands casually down Dean's spine, gripping his tensed cheeks firmly as he thrust in and out. A devilish smirk contorted his features and he brought a hand back up to lick his first two fingers, taking them back down to press against Dean's tight hole, catching his attention. His thrusts faltered, looking down at Cas with wide lust-blown eyes. Cas pressed un deeper, wriggling his fingers deep as he could while Dean began his thrusting again.

Their breath became ragged as the climax came over them; Dean drove in as deep as he could go, making Cas buckle and scream his name, nails raking down his back as he came hard, coming over Dean's hand as it fisted over his cock, stoking the flames. Dean came deep in Cas, sinking down to nestle his head in the curve of his husband's shoulder as he came down from his high. He pressed a kiss to Cas's collarbone, tongue flicking out to tease a curve of feather and shivered from the finger tips stroking gently up and down his back.

Dean eventually rolled off Castiel, tucking him in close for a kiss. "Delightful, Mr. Winchester," he sighed, pressing a kiss to Cas's forehead. Castiel rolled them, making Dean the small spoon, and pressed a fervent kiss to the scar between his shoulder blades. Dean shuddered, breath becoming even, and they fell asleep quickly.

~0~0~

Monday, they climbed in the car and returned to Maryland after a heartfelt goodbye from Katarzyna. She left them with a promise to come down as soon as her season allowed, and they told her they'd hold her to it this time. It was all smiles and tears and miles back to their flat and their old dog, Marshall.

Dean listened to music as Cas leant against the window with his forehead, holding Dean's hand loosely. They stopped and got Marshall from Sam and Gabriel, the old dog looking happier than ever to have his dads back. The other couple promised their reception would come soon and would be fantastic, Sam lining up the budget and catering like a pro.

Castiel went to work the next morning, and Dean went to his practice, and their lives started up again. It was as if New York was a distant memory, as if nothing had changed! Dean was frustrated at this notion, barely making it through his several appointments that day.

Katz, you NEED to come down. There is no maybe anymore. I have an offer for you, one you cant refuse.

He texted the long-lost friend, getting an almost immediate response.

Oh really? What is it then?

Dean heaved a big sigh, answering her before his next patient came in. he outlined a possible future, one that he thought would fix any boredom between the couple for good.

She answered quickly: I'll definitely think about it… that would be a good sabbatical for me. I'll tell you very soon, Deano.

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, flashing a forced smile at the patient that walked in and sat down.

~0~0~

Over a month later, the plan was laid out. Dean sat Cas down one night after dinner and spelled out an idea with him.

"So what do you think?" Dean asked, twiddling his thumbs and staring into the table. Marshall was under the glass top sitting on Dean's feet lazily. Cas was stunned into silence.

"Dean do you…really think we are ready?" Dean nodded.

"I really do, Cas. I think we will only bloom more, get better with it. If she's willing to do it, of course." Cas sighed, stretching and getting up to take off his dirty scrubs. This was one of many follow-up discussions, budget cuts in spending, and a general wrap-up of their lives until Katarzyna came down from New York.

"Heloooooo!" she cried, coming in the door that was held open by Dean. She had a large bag over her shoulder and a huge smile on her face, melting immediately into Castiel's arms.

"Oh my God, it's so good to have you here!" he cried, squeezing her tightly. Dean laughed in agreement and went out to get the rest of her bags from the cab on the street. Marshall woofed from his bed and wagged his tail lazily, too old to really get up and come see who the stranger was. "How long are you staying for?" he asked, knowing that Dean hadn't asked her yet.

"Oh, I don't know, Dean mentioned me getting a theater teaching job at one of the local schools, so I may be staying a good bit if that's the case." She shrugged, sitting on the couch when he brought out a bottle of water for each of them. Dean came in the door and winked at his husband, placing her other bags in the guest room. "Dean! You didn't have to go do that, I paid him extra to bring that stuff up!" she fussed down the hall, only making him wave a hand back at her.

"Nah, he was too busy with his cigarette, anyway," he replied, sitting down on the love seat with Cas.

Pleasantries were exchanged, and dinner was made, a delicious duck with mango salsa and scalloped potatoes feast donning the table a few short hours later.

~0~0~

To say that the time went slow was an understatement. Dean was in a constant state of stress, wanting to jump down Katz' throat at any second to ask her about their favor. But it was a big question to ask, so he had to tread lightly. A breakthrough came when the local community college hired her to teach theater for majors, and she decided to stay with them for a while. After a few months she began helping them with rent and bills, and fully settled into the game of cohabitation with the happily married couple.

One night Dean came home with a twinkle in his eye, and Cas knew he had an idea up his sleeve. "Katarzyna," he began, kneeling next to her and taking her hand. "Would you do us the honor of joining us in bed later?"

A smile crossed her lips, turning into a smirk when Cas let out the breath he'd been holding. "Well I suppose it can't hurt…too much."