Next chapter! And it's closer to the original date that I'd set for uploading.
Castiel didn't reply right away, but then he nodded slowly, the movement so tiny that Dean almost didn't catch it at first. He waited a few more minutes before saying, "Can we, um, can we do this again?"
He could feel the air from Castiel's little snort of laughter before he said, "I would like to."
"So you're good with the fact that you just had sex with a dude?"
Dean could feel the heat of Castiel's blush and he rubbed his hands down Castiel's sweaty back, peppering his collarbone with kisses before saying, "Was it worth sinning for?"
There was another wave of heat from Castiel's cheeks and then Castiel said quietly, "Yes."
Dean laughed, a real laugh, and hell had it been a long time since he'd felt this good. Castiel hid his smile in Dean's shoulder and Dean put his fingers under Cas's chin so that he could tip his head up and kiss him for a few minutes, just getting lost in the feel of Castiel's tongue against his and the softness of Castiel's flesh as he palmed Castiel's ass with his hands.
Castiel pulled away to look down at Dean. He folded his arms over Dean's chest and then kissed the tip of Dean's nose lovingly. Dean grinned like a lovesick teenager and then let Castiel press kisses on each of Dean's cheeks, under his eyes and then on each of his lips before he nestled his head under Dean's chin, rolling off Dean slightly so that he was lying more on his side and not over Dean.
They lay there in silence, the only sound their breathing. Castiel was absently carding his fingers through the hair on Dean's chest, his cheek against Dean's shoulder, one leg nestled between Dean's thighs. Dean kept pressing kisses to Castiel's hair, his forehead and, when he brought Castiel's hand up to his mouth, each of Castiel's fingers and knuckles.
Dean was just starting to drift off when the sound of his door creaking open made him jerk. He quickly pulled the sheets over their bodies, muttering curses to himself. Castiel was blinking sleepily up at him in confusion, and they both turned to look at the small figure padding his way over to the bed.
Sam's hair was sticking up all over the place and he was clutching one of the plush toys they had bought at Target. His eyes were red and he stood by the edge of the bed, as though he were asking permission to speak.
Dean and Castiel were still very much intertwined and Dean didn't know what exactly he was supposed to say to Sam. It wasn't like the kid would call them out for fucking, but Sam's eyebrows were lowered in that curious way that meant Dean should start talking now.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean said, his voice loud in the silence.
Castiel was watching Sam out of the corner of his eye, refusing to move, his arms still around Dean possessively. Sam's little face scrunched up in confusion and he tiptoed over to the edge of the bed and prodded Castiel in the shoulder. Castiel reluctantly turned to look at him and Dean had to stop his mind from wondering cause Cas had moved so that his ass was very much pressing into Dean's groin.
"Yes, Sam?" Castiel asked, his voice taking on that fatherly tone.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked in a whisper.
Both Dean and Castiel smiled at the same time and then Castiel showed Sam his palm, where the stitches had magically appeared again. Sam looked at them with concern and Cas told him, "They hold the skin together to make sure that it will heal."
"Are they going to be there forever?" Sam asked, reaching out a finger to brush the thread.
Castiel shook his head. "The doctors will take them out in a few weeks and I'll be all better."
Sam's face broke into a big smile and he went to give Castiel a hug, but couldn't get the right angle, so Castiel propped himself up on one elbow, reaching his arm out and pulling Sam toward him. Dean tried to hide the huge smile that came to his lips at the sight of Sam hugging Cas tightly, who was naked. It was just oddly funny to Dean and he bit his lip before he could laugh because it was obvious that Sam had been very traumatized by what had happened earlier.
When Sam finally unwound his arms from Castiel, he turned to Dean so that he could ask, "Am I supposed to go back to sleep?"
Dean's brow furrowed, but he saw the reason for the question when he looked over at the clock on the nightstand and realized it was the early afternoon. He'd much rather just cuddle in bed with Cas for the rest of the day, but he knew they should get up and do something with Sam. School would be starting soon and Dean didn't want the kid to go there without doing something summery beforehand.
He sat up, taking care to keep the sheet pulled over his and Cas's lower bits as he said to Sam, "Cas and I are gonna get dressed and then we can decide on something fun to do, okay?"
"Okay," Sam echoed. He skipped his way to the door, but stopped as something seemed to dawn on him. He turned and rocked back on his heels as he asked shyly, in a voice barely above a whisper, "Did you and Cas kiss while I was asleep?"
Dean laughed loudly and Castiel elbowed him in the ribs before saying, "Dean and I did kiss, Sam."
Sam's eyes went wide and then he clapped his hands happily. "So does this mean that you're happy now?" he asked.
"Yeah I'd say so," Dean replied, taking Castiel's hand under the sheet and squeezing it tightly.
"Do you love each other?" Sam questioned, expectant.
Dean licked his lips. He had no idea why Sam was so interested in this, other than the fact that the kid had been watching too many Disney movies lately, which all had "True Love's Kiss" in them or whatever. He looked over to see Castiel's reaction to the question, but Castiel was looking down at his lap, eyes fixed on the sheet draped over it.
"Why don't you go pick out a movie for us to watch," Dean told Sam, trying to avoid the question completely.
Sam's brow furrowed, but he left, shutting the door behind him. Dean could hear him run into his room and then out into the hallway again after presumably changing. Castiel's fingers tightened over Dean's and Dean turned to look at him. He could see the question on Castiel's lips. Dean had basically told Castiel that he loved him back in the forest, but he didn't want to say it outright. The idea that it might not be fully returned made him slightly sick and he slid out of the bed and started toward the bathroom.
"Dean," Castiel called from the bed.
"It's cool," Dean said quickly, "We don't have to talk about it. It's fine."
Castiel didn't answer, but then there was a warm body pressing up against his back and arms circling around his waist. Castiel pressed a kiss to the side of Dean's neck and whispered, "Next time can we talk about it?"
"Sure," Dean stuttered, not quite sure what Castiel meant by that, but happy enough to avoid the conversation for now.
They both cleaned up together, pausing from teeth brushing and finding clothes to kiss languidly for a few minutes, Dean's back against the wall and Castiel wedged between his legs, arms on either side of Dean's head. When they finally stumbled into the living room, Castiel was attempting to smooth down his hair and Dean was hurriedly pulling his collar up to hide the impressive hickey that decorated his neck.
Sam was sitting among a pile of DVDs, looking at each and biting his thumb nail occasionally. "You want some grilled cheese, Sam?" Dean asked him as he went into the kitchen.
Sam nodded enthusiastically and Castiel offered to help make it. Dean put him to the task of grating the cheese while he buttered up the bread and waited for the pan to heat up. They flipped the sandwiches together and Dean was just cutting the crust off Sam's when he remembered the whole soul/grace thing from earlier.
He looked over to make sure Sam was still involved in his task of picking out a movie before touching Castiel lightly on the elbow to get his attention and whispering into his ear, "When are we gonna talk about the whole soul thing?"
"Later," Castiel whispered back, "Sam can't be around when I try to touch your soul again. He would definitely be able to tell that we weren't human."
"What are we gonna explode or something?" Dean joked, cutting up the other sandwiches.
Castiel gave him a look and then said in a hushed voice, "If we attempt to deepen whatever it was before, there will be pure, raw power flowing through our veins and I'm not sure how that would affect Sam. If he's more in tune with the supernatural then he would be able to feel my grace and your soul reacting with each other."
Dean ran a hand through his hair. "This is so fucked up."
Castiel nodded in agreement, his fingers tapping the countertop. Dean shook himself once and then handed Castiel a plate while carrying his and Sam's out into the living room. They'd have time to discuss the soul thing later, although Dean sensed that they would have to go on vacation without Sam or find some forest in the middle of nowhere to do it.
Sam took his sandwich with a polite thank you and munched on it as he tried to choose between Lilo and Stitch and The Road to El Dorado. Dean nudged Sam with his foot as he sat next to Cas on the couch, saying, "El Dorado."
Sam pursed his lips and then picked up the DVD, taking it out and putting it in the player before going to hop up on the couch next to Cas. Dean handed him a napkin. "Wipe that grease off before you get it all over the couch."
Sam did and then chucked the napkin onto the pile of plates that was now by the couch. He snuggled down into the cushions as the movie began to play and Dean put his arm around Castiel's shoulders. Cas leaned heavily into his side, burying his nose in Dean's neck and breathing deeply. Dean smiled and rubbed his thumb over Castiel's bicep before placing a kiss atop his head.
Dean had seen The Road to El Dorado a few times and it was actually really good for a kid's movie. It even had a couple of jokes that only adults would understand and the music was also fantastic. It was Elton John after all and Dean liked to hum "Your Song" to himself occasionally so the soundtrack to this movie was right up his alley.
He knew Castiel had never seen this one, but Cas didn't seem to be paying much attention to the screen. He was much more interested in pulling down Dean's collar every other minute and looking with pride at the dark hickey on Dean's neck. Dean gave him a questioning look and Castiel ducked his head into the crook of Dean's shoulder, pressing his lips to the skin there.
Dean didn't know Castiel would be this cuddly, but he wasn't complaining. It was still hard for him to believe that he and Cas had fucked, that they were together now. He could kiss Cas whenever he wanted and Cas had been interested in more sex later, which was something Dean was all for.
Castiel eventually watched the movie, but halfway through they had all moved so that Dean was lying across the couch with Castiel's head on his chest, legs tangled with Dean's and Sam sitting on the back of Castiel's legs. It was an odd position, but comfortable, plus Dean liked the feel of Castiel's vessel's heartbeat against his chest.
He hugged Cas tighter to him and lazily watched the rest of the movie. When it ended, Sam hopped off the couch to go put in another one. While he was picking one out, Dean spread his legs a bit wider to try and work out the pins and needles in his feet. He realized soon that that probably wasn't the best choice because Castiel's hips were now slotted perfectly with his and it was doing things to his mind.
Castiel must have noticed the interest downstairs because he grinned and wiggled his hips a bit. Dean took a deep breath. "Cas..." he warned.
"Yes?" Castiel said innocently, before grinding his hips hard into Dean's and making Dean groan loudly.
Sam's head snapped up from the movies with a concerned look and Dean waved a hand at him, gasping, "My leg just fell asleep. Pick... pick a movie."
Castiel didn't even bother hiding his triumphant grin as Dean pushed him off and waddled to the bathroom to take care of himself. When he came back, Castiel's eyes lingered on the flush in his cheeks and Dean made a face at him. While being together with Cas in that way was great, he wasn't' quite sure what to do if Cas was going to be a little shit about it and try to get Dean off in front of Sam.
Dean's annoyance at Cas melted when Castiel pulled Dean down next to him on the couch and placed a tender kiss on Dean's lips. They could hear Sam giggling while putting in Toy Story. Castiel's head remained tucked under Dean's chin for the duration of the movie, and Dean had to wake Cas when the credits began to roll. A sleepy Cas was soon becoming one of Dean's favorite things and Dean pressed a kiss to Castiel's cheek before getting up to go make them some Spaghetti for dinner while Sam practiced his Mario Kart.
Cas was sleeping again when Dean came back sometime later with a tv tray and three bowls of steaming noodles and meatballs. He gave one to Sam and set the other two on the tray before going to wake Castiel. Cas woke with a snort and Dean smiled down at him fondly. He got a lopsided grin in return and then moved Castiel's feet so he could sit down on the couch next to him. Castiel sat up and grabbed one of the bowls from the tray and dug into his pasta with gusto, slurping noodles occasionally while he and Dean watched Sam own at Mario Kart.
They spent the next few days being lazy, lying around the apartment and watching movies, playing Mario Kart and a couple of the other board games they got. It turned out that Castiel was a wizard at Chess and he won Clue in ten minutes. Dean tried not to look too surly when Castiel called it and then showed them exactly what he'd said.
Of course Dean's favorite part of the day was at night. He and Castiel would snuggle into the sheets together, talking softly and making plans for things that Sam could do for the rest of the summer. They started with fingers intertwined and gradually it became Dean humping Castiel's leg as Cas whispered encouragement into his ear while abusing Dean's nipples with his fingers, scraping over the nubs and drawing loud, needy noises from Dean.
They hadn't progressed to full on anal yet, much to Dean's disappointment. Castiel was still a bit concerned about the whole sex thing and Dean had told him he'd guide him through it, but Cas just wanted to stick with blowjobs and handjobs for now. He assured Dean that he would be ready one day though, and Dean really couldn't complain when those pink lips were wrapped around his cock.
With the new relationship with Cas always at the front of his mind, Dean almost forgot that they were raising the main weapon of Satan together. He was reminded like a slap to the face a few days before Sam was to go off to school.
Sam was playing outside in the little patch of street in front of Dean's apartment. It was tiny as hell, but big enough where Sam could bounce a basketball around. Castiel and Dean were both upstairs doing the dishes together, but keeping an eye on Sam through the window of the kitchen, which overlooked the street. Dean was trying to get taco grease off a skillet when he heard the sound of car wheels screeching and then the distinct noise of something hitting the ground.
The skillet clattered to the floor and he and Cas were out the door so fast that they left the water running. The only thought in Dean's mind was fuck do not let Sammy be dead. It wasn't just that Sam was his and Cas's charge, Dean had genuinely come to care for the kid and he'd rather rip his own tail off than have something bad happen to Sam.
Dean ran outside, preparing himself for the worst, for Sam on the ground, limbs bent at the wrong angle and blood coming from his mouth. Instead he saw Sam upright, perfectly fine, peering down at a lumpy, furry animal with tears coming down from his face. Dean jogged over to him, bending down to look at what used to be a black tabby cat. The animal had obviously been hit by the car that was parked a few feet away and Dean put a hand on Sam's shoulder as a young man came out of the car.
His eyes were wide and he said quickly, "What did I hit? Oh Jesus don't tell me it was a kid." Upon seeing the cat he gasped out, "Oh my God. Was it your cat? Oh God I'm so sorry."
"It's not mine," Dean told the guy, if just to get him to stop muttering apologies.
Castiel had come to stand behind Dean and he peered down at the cat. He wrinkled his nose and caught Dean's eye. Dean had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Sam seemed pretty worked up over the dead animal, but what was he supposed to do with the dude wringing his hands and looking at the body like he was going to puke.
He stood up and put a hand on the guy's shoulder. "It was a stray. We'll get it taken care of, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," the guy replied, obviously zoning out.
Dean gave him a clap on the back and then steered him in the direction of his car. The guy drove off after apologizing to Dean again and Dean breathed a sigh of relief once he was gone. He went back over to where Castiel was now crouched beside Sam, holding him as Sam cried over the cat. Dean worried his bottom lip as he tried to decide what to do with the carcass. He could tell there was going to be a long discussion and some warm milk with Sam later, but he didn't like looking at the dead eyes of the cat as it lay there.
He should probably call animal control and he sighed before bending down in front of Sam. He put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You okay, buddy?"
Sam shook his head and sniffed loudly. He reached out for Dean and Dean took him, letting him wrap his arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder, saying, "Shhh, it's okay."
"But it's dead," Sam sobbed.
Dean gave Cas a look of help me and Castiel cleared his throat. "Sam, sometimes things like this happen and we don't know why."
"Well I don't want it dead!" Sam screamed is bottom lip trembling.
Both Dean and Cas froze as Sam finished speaking. There was something wrong, something in the air, a sort of haze of power that Dean felt surrounding them. Sam was staring with purpose at the cat and before Dean realized what was happening, the animal sprung up, full of life again, blinking at the three people watching it.
Dean's mouth dropped open and he couldn't answer Sam right away when the child cried out in joy and said, "Look! Look the kitty's fine!"
Sam jumped out of his arms and went over to the cat, holding out a hand and nearly squealing in delight when it came to nuzzle at his fingers. Dean turned to look at Cas and both of them had the same fearful expression on their faces. Sam had just brought a cat back from the dead.
Dean didn't know if that was a bad thing or not. According to his fellow demons, Sam should have been the one doing the killing. Bringing life was definitely a Heaven's angel kinda thing to do, but even so it was still weird. Weird as in Dean had no fucking idea what to do now. At least Sam hadn't made the connection between him and the cat yet, he seemed to think that the cat had just been faking it.
Said cat was currently purring like a lawnmower in Sam's lap while Sam chatted happily to it. He turned a big smile in Dean's direction, asking, "Can we keep him?"
"Uh," Dean stuttered, still in shock over the whole resurrected cat thing.
"Pleeeaassseeee?" Sam whined, sticking his bottom lip out in a pleading pout.
Dean looked at Cas, whose eyes were still fixed on the cat, his mouth open in shock. If he said no to Sam, that meant that a zombie cat would be walking the streets and Dean figured that wouldn't be the best thing. The cat certainly seemed to like Sam and Dean's allergy to cats had disappeared after he died so that wouldn't be a problem, and Sam was really, really good at the puppy dog eyes.
Dean gave in with a sigh. "Fine, but your scooping the shit, got it?"
"Yay!" Sam cried happily, hugging the cat tightly before carrying it under its front legs, towards the stairs, the animal's back paws dangling in the air.
As Sam stared up the stairs, Castiel grabbed Dean's arm, spinning him so that he could hiss, "Sam just brought that animal back to life."
"Yeah I know!" Dean yelled back.
"His powers aren't supposed to manifest until later," Castiel said worriedly, wringing his hands.
"Well maybe they're early?" Dean tried.
Castiel shook his head and mused, "It must have something to do with Sam's emotions. He's been through a lot the past couple of weeks and death is a traumatic experience, maybe this was the only way he could deal with it."
"So you're saying he's gonna bring back every dead animal he comes across?"
"I don't know."
"Should we give him the 'you're the devil's spawn' speech now?" Dean asked.
"No," Castiel said quickly, "We'll just wait and see if anything else happens. We can pray that this was a onetime thing and that his powers will continue to hold off until after he goes through puberty."
"Puberty?" Dean echoed, "Dude, if Sam's powers are anyway related to his emotions shit is gonna go down when he goes through that."
"I know, I know," Castiel whined, scrubbing at his eyes, "Maybe... maybe we can help him control them?"
"Well we'd have to tell him everything then." Dean furrowed his brow. "When does puberty happen anyway? Twelve, right?"
Castiel nodded, "Around that age."
"Okay so we just hope that he's chill for like another five years and there are no more undead cats."
Castiel rubbed at his eyes. "I suppose that's all we can hope for."
Sam's voice came from the top of the stairs, "Come on! I want to show the kitty his new home!"
Dean gave Castiel's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before they followed Sam into the apartment.
