Chapter Twelve: Love Don't Die

Dean:

Cas squeezed his hand and smiled at him. For a few days after the rooftop Cas had tried to make Dean go to therapy, he had finally consented. They had been going together for four months now, and had been making great strides. Dean wasn't nearly as depressed anymore, he had come to terms with everything that had happened and with Cas's help had started to move on. Their relationship evolved into something deeper after that. Their communication skills were finally improved and Dean was close to the happiest he'd ever been, which was saying something. He was still left emotionally scarred from the attack, but on nights when he woke up screaming, warm arms wrapped around him and lulled him back to sleep. Sometimes his mind would wander off at the mention of certain words that triggered his memory, and Cas always knew where his mind was going, and was always able to draw him back.

Today was the final day of Alistair's trial. Dean and Cas both had testified against him the previous day, bringing up thoughts Dean would rather not have thought about, but Cas was there for him.

"Just look at me, Dean. Talk to me. Don't focus on he prosecutor or Alistair, just talk to me as if I were the one asking the questions." Dean had nodded nervously. They had a very good case and Cas assured him he was positive they would win. Sam had come, and so had Cole, and Meg. They were all sitting next to Cas, giving Dean support. When they had first walked in the room, Cas's eyes had sought out Alistair's and Dean had been shocked at the amount of hatred he saw there. Cas's eyes went from his regular stunning dark blue orbs to daggers in seconds. He felt Cas's power surge up and his body tense. Dean squeezed Cas's hand.

"Hey. He can't hurt us . . ." He told Cas. His husband softened and looked at him.

"I'm not afraid he will hurt us. I'm pissed because he already has." Dean nodded in understanding.

"We can hurt him now. We can put him in jail for a very long time." Cas sighed and looked down at their joined hands.

"Not long enough."

Now it was the day of the sentencing. Cas and Dean were both incredibly tense and gripping each others hands like they both needed a life line.

"We the jury find the defendant guilty of Rape and sexual battery." A loud cheer went up over the court and Dean visibly relaxed. Cas was still on edge though. "We hereby sentence him to 199 months in jail." Now Cas relaxed more, but his mouth was still pressed into a thin line. They left the court room, Sam hugging Dean and slapping him lightly on the back. Meg stepped up to Cas.

"Hey unicorn, wanna tell us what's got you so down in the dumps? You just won a court case!"

"It's just that . . . 199 months isn't life. He could come out in sixteen and a half years with more motive to hurt us than ever."

"Oh right, because I'm sure you won't be able to defend yourselves against a seventy year old creeper." Dean saw Cas cast his eyes up towards her, eyes full of pain.

"We might. But what about our family? Now if we want to have kids or if Sam wants to have kids . . . we'll always worry about that." Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and held him until all of the tension drained from him.

"We can move. We can move far away and he'll never find us again if that's what you want, angel."

"I just don't want us- I don't want you to have to be afraid anymore." Dean kissed him gently on the lips.

"I'm not afraid. I have you, I have my strength back." Cas smiled at Dean and hugged him again until Sam coughed loudly, causing them to break apart, smiling.

"So. Kids, huh?" Dean asked Cas, wiggling his eyebrows.

Castiel:

Dean and Cas stood in the wings of the stage, grinning at each other.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe this is about to happen." Dean jittered excitedly. Castiel raised his eyebrows at him.

"Dean are you . . . are you actually nervous?" Castiel asked him incredulously.

"Well I mean . . . a little . . . aren't you? Cas it was one thing dancing on the show, but now we're dancing at the Emmy's. Everyone who's anyone in TV is here tonight and they are all going to be watching." Castiel nudged him with his elbow.

"Just breathe." He murmured softly.

"If it wouldn't ruin our makeup I'd kiss you right now." Dean said, flashing his fake fangs at Castiel.

"Later, love."

"Positions!" Someone called. They got in place. After his choreography on the previous season of So You Think You Can Dance, Castiel had become even more famous than he had been before. Now, not only was he one of "America's Favorite Dancers" he was also one of America's favorite choreographers. The Emmy's had contacted them asking if both Dean and Castiel would preform at this year's awards show, and they'd both been blown away. It had taken Castiel what felt like forever to come up with his concept. The dance was about a vampire who's human lover had died, so the vampire took it upon himself to bring him back from the dead by turning him into one of the undead. Dean was playing the human. Love Don't Die by the Fray blasted out and filled the glittering arena, and the movements started to pour through Castiel's body.

The dance started off with Dean and Castiel together, and then Dean shook suddenly and dropped to the ground. There was a few seconds of panic on Castiel's face and then he put his hand over Dean's body and Dean rose easily without using his hands or arms (that move had taken some time to iron out) and Castiel bit Dean's neck and then the music took off.

Love don't die

no matter where we go

They flew across the stage. Cas had been sure to mix both of their dance styles in somewhat so that both of them got a chance to show off the best of their talents. It was an odd fusion of hip hop and contemporary but it somehow worked out. Castiel lifted Dean up in the air and spun him.

A thousand years go by

but love don't die

They both dropped to the ground and started to break dance at an incredibly fast speed. Castiel loved how the song was about them. Those nine weeks had been straining on their relationship, and it had almost ended Dean's life, but they had prevailed. Together they had made it through. Their love wouldn't die.

And even if they try

they'll never take my body from your side

The dance finished off with Castiel leaping into Dean's arms and kissing him, both of their fake fangs pressing up against each other in an awfully uncomfortable way they had both had to practice kissing in order to get used to. The arena burst into applause and they broke apart, grinning. Neil Patrick Harris came out on stage and congratulated them and then sent them off for the next award. Backstage they spit out their fake fangs, and smiled even bigger at each other.

"You were amazing, Dean." Dean was still trying to catch his breath, but he took Cas's hand.

"You were even better." When they could finally breathe enough they kissed, and when they pulled apart Dean squeezed Castiel's fingers. "I'm so proud of you." He told him. Castiel sighed, completely in love with the man before him, how even in stage makeup and sweat he looked like a god. How Dean supported him so incredibly. How Dean completed him.

"I'm proud of us. I couldn't have done it without you."

"You'll never have to." Dean kissed Castiel again.

Dean:

It was almost Christmas time now. Dean and Cas sat on their couch together in their home, the tree glistening in the corner, the fireplace crackling, and Cas's cozy sweater pressed up against Dean as Dean held him close. They were watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas and drinking big mugs full of Cas's famous homemade peppermint hot cocoa. Cas was just drifting off to sleep and Dean was watching him more than he was watching the movie, in awe at the way his beautiful husband was cuddled into his side, enjoying pressing a slow kiss into his hair as Cas smiled sleepily.

"I love you, angel."

"Mmm. I love you-," Dean's phone rang, cutting them off. Dean released his hold on Cas to lean over to the coffee table and pick it up. It was Nigel.

"Hello?" Dean answered.

"Dean! Just the man I wanted to talk to!"

"Well . . . you did call my number so . . ."

"How've you been? Better I hope?" Nigel asked, obviously referring to the incident that had caused Cas to break his contract with the show and run home on the night before the season finale to rescue Dean.

"Yeah. Much better."

"That's good. And how's Cas?" Dean looked over to his husband, now sitting up, eyes wide and alert.

"He's good." Dean answered, knowingly keeping his sentences short and clipped.

"I was just calling because I wanted to know if you'd be interested in becoming an all star for next season-,"

"Would Cas be invited back?" Dean asked.

"You know since he broke his contract we can't-,"

"I think I'm good here, Crumpet. Sorry." Dean heard Nigel sigh over the phone.

"Are you really putting your husband before your career?" Nigel asked.

"Of course I am." Dean felt a funny sort of rage that made him want to chuckle and scream at the same time. "I'll always put him before everything. That's what love is, Nigel." and with that, Dean hung up the phone. Cas put down his mug.

"What was that about?" Cas asked him, eyes saddened as if he already knew.

"The old crumpet wanted me back for next season." Dean grumbled.

"And you turned him down?!"

"He said you couldn't be invited back because of everything last season, and . . . well, I'm not letting that stupid show come between us again. And then he asked if I was putting you before my career and . . . well you heard my end of the conversation." Cas worried his lip.

"Dean . . . I don't want you to put me before your career . . . there were extenuating circumstances last season that won't be here this time around, I'll be fine, if you want to go I'll support you one hundred percent." Dean leaned forward and caught Cas's lips with his own, pulling Cas closer to him.

"Babe, you're not ruining my career. I still have a great job at the juvenile center, and because of you, I got to dance on the Emmy's. What else could I want for my career?" Cas smiled a little but Dean could see he still felt guilty about it. "Come here." Dean demanded, kissing Cas with more ferocity. Cas settled himself into Dean's lap and Dean ran his hands up the back of Cas's sweater, reveling in the little shudder Cas produced.

"Your fingers are cold!" Cas accused, biting down on his lip playfully. Dean just chuckled and divested Cas of his sweater and undershirt. Cas shivered a little so Dean stood up, picking up Cas and the blankets he was wrapped in and took him in front of the fireplace, threw down the blankets, and then lay Cas gently onto them. "Oh how romantic. Now we're fucking in front of fire like cavemen." Cas said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Dean just kissed him again, silencing him. Cas was running his hands over Dean's chest as Dean settled himself in between Cas's legs and rolled his hips down, causing Cas to moan. He threw his head back and Dean kissed his angel's neck, causing Cas's hands to bunch up in his shirt. "Take your pants off!"

"You sure are demanding tonight, you know that?" Dean chuckled breathlessly as he undid his fly and shimmied out of the jeans. Cas's hands were on him in an instant, reaching down and shoving down Dean's boxer briefs and kneading at his ass. "This situation is hardly fair, Mr. Winchester." Dean chided at Cas, still half dressed. Cas just smirked at him wickedly before flipping them over and taking off his own pants and briefs. Dean sat up to meet Cas's mouth with his own before Cas shoved him back down.

"I want to ride you, Dean." Cas said, his voice dropping lower than it already was. Dean thought if Cas kept talking like that, he wouldn't even need to be touched.

"Have to prep you first baby . . ." Cas looked away sheepishly.

"No you don't." Dean sat up on his elbows.

"What do you mean?" Cas took one of Dean's hands and kissed his fingers before he lowered it so Dean's hand found a piece of plastic in Cas's hole.

"Merry Christmas." Dean felt his eyes widen comically.

"Oh holy night." he moaned at the feel of Cas's new plug. Cas rolled his eyes again.

"Really, Dean?" Dean could tell Cas was going to berate him more so he pulled on the plug a little bit, causing Cas to moan and grind down on his hand. "Mmm I'm ready for you, babe." Cas whispered as he nibbled on Dean's earlobe. Dean pulled the plug out all the way and Cas produced some lube from Santa-knows-where and lubed up Dean's dick before sliding it home within himself. Dean reached up and took hold of Cas's hips and Cas started to rock, looking like a freaking porn star in the fire light. Dean let out a noise that probably should've been embarrassing, but it was Cas, he stopped caring about such things a long time ago. Cas started to pound faster, rising his body almost all the way off and then slamming it back down. Dean could tell he was about to finish, but he wanted Cas right there with him. He reached up and took hold of Cas's cock, gripping it tight and giving it a few good strokes before they both finished with loud cries.

As they lay in front of the fire, a tangle of long, sweaty limbs, Dean pressed another kiss to Cas's hair, and twirled around the wedding ring on Cas's finger. Cas hummed contentedly and smiled. "What are you thinking about?" Cas asked him. Dean looked up at him, blue eyes glowing in the flickering light, a faint pink blush along his cheekbones and lips that were kiss swollen and thought he'd never get used to how beautiful he was.

"That I'm the luckiest man on earth." Cas grinned at him, one of his heart breaking, earth shattering grins that lit up his entire face.

"Why's that?"

"Because I got saved by an angel," Cas leaned down and kissed him so passionately Dean's breath was stolen away. Dean broke apart for a moment, panting heavily.

"What's wrong?"

"Just gotta catch my breath for a sec." Cas leaned his forehead against Dean's and smiled.

"Just breathe."

Noooo it's overrrrrrr! Don't worry though, timestamps coming eventually! What'd y'all think? Mega cheesy? Super mega cheesy? What kind of cheese? Let me know! Also thank you for all of your continued support. Y'all are the best and most of the reason I write. 3 ~Riveting Red Pants