Guess what I decided to do instead of homework? BAHAHAHA im going to fail the semester because of this story...
I want to say thanks to everyone who has reviewed because YOU are the reason I have not scrapped this fic. (It will inevitably continue in my head, but you know what I mean). I tried to throw in so many different scenes in this chapter, so I'm really sorry if it comes off as a bit confusing. I hope y'all enjoy it anyway!
The air conditioning in Sam's office cut off, and for a moment, nothing but silence sat in the air separating the two men. Fergus "Lance" Crowley, a newly freed man, seemed tall standing in front of the lawyer's desk, despite his mere five feet and eight inches. Sam continued to stare disbelievingly, hand still resting on his sub sandwich.
"What are you doing here, Crowley?"
"No 'Good afternoon, mate. Sure has been a while, how are you, love?'" Sam didn't answer, his gaze unwavering. "Well, beyond that, now that I'm out of that filthy prison, I figured I'd rekindle some old friendships. Life is precious, too short. Time is best spent with close friends and family."
Sam nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off his visitor. "Uh huh. Bullshit. What do you want from me?"
Crowley shrugged and his friendly façade shattered. "Eh. Worth a shot." He set his hands down on the oak desk and peered into Sam's eyes. "I need a favor."
Sam leaned back with an exasperated sigh and began unraveling the paper on his sub.
"Of course you do. But why, after it's been nearly four years since we've last spoken, would you want help from me?"
"You're the only one who can help me. I need you to speak to the attorney general. I have a colleague willing to testify against –"
"And why would I want to do that? I heard about what you did, Crowley. A few months ago, Ruby told me some guy ratted you out and you beat the crap out of him. Put him in the hospital."
Crowly rolled his eyes. "Call the press, write a novel, talk to Piers Morgan, it's old news, Moose! The man is dead where he stands, believe me, but with those who cooperate, I treat with respect. Do me a solid, and I'll give you what you want. What you need."
Sam put down the sub and leaned over the desk, his hands folding under his chin. "I don't need anything from you, Lance." He looked straight into his eyes, and could see Crowley's gaze falter slightly. "I'm clean. I quit. I quit it all."
Crowley straightened up and smirked bitterly. "Of course. I should have noticed it when I came in. You're like a shiny new penny."
Sam watched as the other man looked around the room, finding something to talk about so he could buy himself time to think. His eyes landed on Sam's left hand.
"You're married now. Congrats. Who's the lucky lady, is it Ruby?"
"No, we broke up years ago, the same time you left the country."
Crowley snorted. "Good. The bitch probably had syphilis."
Sam turned his chair so that Crowley could see the picture behind him. "Her name is Jessica. We've been married about two years now."
Crowley glanced over at the photograph, and hummed approvingly. "She's lovely. Way out of your league." He stepped closer to the smiling couple's faces. "Plan on having any little ones?"
"Well, actually, Jess is almost seven months—"
"Who is that?" Crowley cut him off, poking a pudgy finger at one of the faces in the picture.
Sam looked from the photo to the Brit's perturbed expression. "That's my brother Dean. Why? Do you know him?"
"His name is Dean Winchester?"
"Yeah…"
Crowley smiled a bit to himself before turning back towards the door. "Bollocks. Would you look at the time? I'll suppose I'll see you around, Moose."
"Wait, what about the attorney general?"
"Forget about it. I think I'll go grab some lunch. Suddenly, I'm craving enchiladas."
He then left the office while a confused Sam stared after him. He could hear him down the hall, singing cheerily to himself.
"It's a small world aaaafter allllllll. IIIIIt's a small world aaafter allllllll…"
Well that was weird.
Sam looked up at the clock, and saw that his lunch break was ending. The roast beef sandwich sat on top of a stack of papers, as untouched as a teenaged comic book geek.
The sound of Dean's phone vibrating against the glass of water on his nightstand pulled him out of his slumber the next day. He pulled a hand out from under his pillow and flopped it over to the source of the weird noise, only to knock over the cup, spraying water over his carpet. He groaned into the pillow before repeatedly slapping the nightstand again in search of his phone. Picking it up and seeing the wet screen, he wiped the water droplets on his bed sheet and opened the message from Castiel.
Sorry, It looks like you'll have to come by later. I've been called in :/
Dean caught himself frowning at the text message, though he knew he would probably be able to see the doctor later. When did he become so needy? Geez.
Ok, just let me know whenever you get off.
Dean put the phone back on the table and turned over in his bed. Maybe he'll clean his house today, or at least do laundry (he was lucky if he found a clean pair of underwear, and that mountain of clothes wasn't disappearing anytime soon). For now though, since he had Sundays off, he was sleeping in until noon.
Thanks to White Pages, finding the home of Dean Winchester had been easy. It was a lovely two-story on the west side of town, with that conspicuous old Chevrolet sitting in the driveway. Crowley wouldn't be forgetting that car anytime soon. He drove slowly past the dwelling, noting every tree, window, and the proximity of neighboring houses. Crowley knew from the moment Castiel had called the police on him he would get his revenge on the doctor, because no one messes with Crowley's business. No one. Castiel had told the cops about the stealing and the dealing, despite the relationship the two had at the time. Crowley didn't take betrayal lightly, especially if his business is involved. He spent six bloody months in the state penitentiary, only to find that his customers have gone elsewhere to get their goods, since incarceration damages the reputation, even in the case of freelance pharmacists.
His original plan was simply to kill him, dump the body, fly back to England. In jail, there's all sorts of time to think. He had actually come up with some pretty creative ideas, but then a restraining order was instated and then he saw the doctor with his new man-candy…and he decided upon a new course of action. He had to devise an intricate plan if he wanted to end Castiel Novak, so first thing's first: isolate the enemy. This excited Crowley, because not only did it allow him to safely capture his target, but it excelled in the emotional torture category as well. Crowley hoped Castiel really cared about the Winchester boy. He hoped Castiel would fall in love with him. So before Crowley would eliminate the ally, he wanted to give the pair time to get closer. He wasn't sure how long they have been dating, but he needed some time anyway to come up with a good plan.
After lying to him, costing him thousands, putting Crowley in jail, and nearly destroying his business, did Castiel actually believe he would get away with all of it? No. No he would not. And after Lance Crowley was finished with the piece of scum, everyone would know not to mess with him. They would fear him. It was going to be amazing.
But that would wait for just a little while.
Cas hadn't made it home until after six in the evening, and was pretty exhausted by the day's work. He didn't even work Sundays, but he was on call for the weekend because another doctor was out of town, and being early June, the ER was filled with summertime vacationing accidents. He could imagine the doctors going insane in prime beach locations like Miami or Los Angeles.
Dean had pointed out that it rains next to never in Kansas, so the leak could wait to be fixed. The pair decided that Netflixing was a nice, lazy evening activity they could enjoy for the few hours it would take for Cas to pass out.
In the middle of some terrible sci-fi flick Dean couldn't remember the name of, the two found themselves talking about Anna Milton.
"Oh, that Anna. We used to be good friends, she and I, before we, namely me, messed it up."
"What do you mean, 'messed it up?'" Dean turned towards the other man on the sofa, leaning on the armrest.
"Well, when she first started working at the hospital last year, she sort of had this…what's the best way to put it…um, this big fat crush on me."
"Called it!" Dean announced aloud, remembering the awkward scuffling the two did around each other when he initially visited the hospital.
"Yeah well, we started hanging out, I told her pretty early on about my sexuality, and she seemed to accept the fact that we would never be more than friends. That was until, hmm….just a few days before your surgery, as a matter of fact."
"Cas. What did you do?"
"Umm, well you have to know, we were drunk at the time, or at least I was, and…I was feeling pretty lonely after my marathon of failed relationships…and we…"
"Cas! Tell me you did not do the naked tango with your friend, a chick, who you'll never date even though she really likes you!"
"I wish it hadn't turned out that way, but yes. And I've only confused her even more now and I still feel terrible," Castiel confessed. "She's one of the only two women I've ever been with."
"Dick move, man. And who was the first?"
"Eh, my senior prom date. We went to a party afterward and she more or less raped me."
"Did she know that you're not into girls?"
"Oh yes. Didn't matter to her, though."
"What a bitch…so did you ever talk to Anna about that night? Smooth things over?"
"We spoke briefly about it, but I don't know. You know after you came into the picture, it made things even worse for a little while. Apparently you flirted with her, and she wanted to go on a date with you, but you were more interested in me, I suppose." Cas stood up to grab a microfiber throw from the loveseat and settled back down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around himself and huddling close to Dean. "Seeing both of us sort of jump off her radar at the same time didn't exactly please her."
"Great, now I feel bad, too. So you're saying she likes me as well?" Well that would explain a lot.
"Yep, from the moment you and your handsome face appeared at that hospital. But of course, so did I."
"So you still got a crush on me then, huh?" Dean nudged Cas in the ribs, his signature cocky smile widening his cheeks.
Cas nudged him back and answered, "Obviously. Though I already have y—" He hesitated a moment and unconsciously began chewing his lower lip. "I don't know, do I have you, Dean?"
Dean's heart immediately sped up, but he only blinked at the question. He was never good at talking about relationships. Especially relationships with the same gender.
"What I'm asking is, are we…together?"
The blond tried to nod, but it ended up being a sort of circular motion, so Castiel wasn't sure. His mouth opened and closed like a fish's, searching for words. Any words.
"Don't look so terrified, babe, it's a simple question. May I, or may I not call you my boyfriend?" He gripped Dean's arm tightly, and Dean could feel Cas's equally fast pulse.
"Yes. Of course, yes, I would like that." He sighed in relief at his own non-complete lack of sentence formation talents.
Cas crashed his lips onto Dean's in ready agreement, arms hooking around his neck to pull him closer. After a few seconds however, he could feel Dean gently pushing him away.
"But only if you keep those surprise-attack kisses to a minimum. I swear you're going to knock me out one of these days."
"Sorry. I get a little excited sometimes."
"It's alright." He wrapped an arm around Cas and let him lean closer before turning his attention back to the TV. "Now stop interrupting my alien movie. It's just starting to get good."
"This movie's about dinosaurs!"
"Like I said, it's getting good."
Cas didn't even make it to the end of the movie before his face was buried in his boyfriend's chest, snoring softly against the man's cotton undershirt. Dean admired his features for a moment, a face that he had quickly become fond of. He laid a kiss on top of his head before gently shaking the sleeping brunet.
"Cas. Hey Cas, you gotta get up now. C'mon baby, let's get you to bed."
Castiel grumbled a bit and stirred awake, sitting up slowly and wiping away a spot of drool at the corner of his mouth. Dean stood up and stretched out the discomfort in his limbs from sitting in one position for too long. He switched off the TV and turned on the lights, causing Cas to squint from the sudden brightness.
"Are you going home?" Castiel asked.
"Probably, yeah. It's almost midnight."
"Probably? Does that mean there's a chance you'll stay?" Cas's eyes widen, full of hope.
"Do you want me to stay the night?"
"I would like that very much," Cas admits.
Dean visibly submits, arms slacking and head nodding. "Alright, I guess I can stay."
Cas suddenly felt a little guilty for pressuring him, and shakes his head in understanding. "No, you don't have to if you don't want to, I know you've got work tomorrow."
"Don't be stupid, of course I want to! I'll stay the night," he assures him. A smile stretches across Cas's sleepy face, and Dean can't help but wonder the reason behind his asking. Does he want sex or something? No, he looks too tired for that. Maybe he just didn't want to be alone.
Cas stood up, took Dean by the hand and led him to the master bedroom. He went into the bathroom and began brushing his teeth, and Dean welcomed himself to the bottle of mouthwash on the counter because he too preferred regular dental hygiene. Kissing wasn't as fun with nasty breath, anyhow.
Dean set an alarm on his phone and the pair stripped down to boxers and t-shirts before climbing into the king-size bed. He allowed Cas to cuddle close to him, and before they could say their goodnights, Cas was back in dream-land.
The next morning, the couple was awakened by Dean's alarm. Their legs were tangled together and Dean had accidentally stolen part of Castiel's pillow in the night, so the two were surprisingly close when they opened their eyes. Cas checked the time on his alarm clock while Dean was fumbling with his phone. 5:25. He laid back in mild irritation.
"Do you normally get up this early for work?"
"No, I set it fifty minutes earlier than usual today," He mumbled in his sleepy state.
"Fifty minutes? But it takes less than ten to get to your house from here," Cas pointed out while rubbing his eyes and flicking on the lamp.
"I dunno. Things happen."
"Oh really? What kind of things?" He propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at Dean. He had a tiny hankering about what kinds of things the mechanic was talking about.
Dean stared up at him, biting his lip. "Oh you know…" The blush creeping up on his cheeks only confirmed Cas's suspicions.
He burst into uncontrollable laughter.
The blond watched his boyfriend throw a pillow over his face and shake in immense amusement, and Dean covered his own face with his hands in embarrassment.
"What? I figured it was a possibility, okay!"
Cas continued cackling and pointed at Dean, with words falling out of his mouth forming complete gibberish.
"You know what? Fuck you!" Dean exclaimed, and hit Cas with one of the pillows.
"Apparently you planned on it! Oh God, I think I've ruptured my spleen!"
Dean gave him the 'Are you done yet?' look, but Cas could only hold his thumb between his teeth in an effort to muffle the laughter, which failed miserably. Dean turned over on the bed, half to convey annoyance, and half to hide his flushed cheeks.
"Oh goodness!" Cas put a hand on Dean's arm and leaned over him to see his face. "Oh come on, I never said I didn't want to, but Dean, you set your alarm for 5:25 in the damn morning so we could have sex before work!" He started up laughing again. "I didn't know your dick rises before the sun does!"
Then Dean couldn't help but chuckle at his own thoughtlessness; maybe it was kind of funny.
"I hate you, you know that?" He told the doctor.
"No you don't."
"Yes I do. We're breaking up."
"No, you can't leave me! I'm pregnant."
"What, did you have too many enchiladas again?"
Cas grabbed Dean's hand in both of his own, and set his chin down on his shoulder. He gives Dean and irresistibly cute face, with wide eyes and a pouty lip.
He tried to ignore Castiel but he couldn't. "What? Oh my god Cas, what is that face?"
"It's my 'please don't be mad at me' face."
"I'm not actually mad at you," Dean said, stroking Cas's hair to show just that.
"Oh good." The brunet then proceeded to kiss him repeatedly, making Dean's speech come out in short bursts.
"But that…doesn't mean…I'm giving in…that easily…"
Cas let his hand slide underneath Dean's shirt and run over his abs, while outlining his jaw with soft pecks. Dean couldn't bring himself to stop the advances, and let Cas kiss down his neck while his fingers slid down from his chest, back over his abs, down underneath the waistband of his boxers to rub a spot on the inner part of one of his hipbones.
"Shit Cas…"
Castiel's fingers dipped lower still, and Dean could feel his body start to react. He instinctively gripped Cas's sides and flipped them over so he was on top, straddling the brunet's waist.
"Okay fine. But we've got 33 minutes before I need to head home and I don't want to be late for work."
Cas smiled victoriously, excitement dancing in his blue eyes. Dean grasped the sides of Cas's shirt and yanked it off quickly before doing the same with his own. As he leaned forward to kiss the man under him, something out of the corner of his eye stopped him.
"Is that a—" He took the side of Cas's boxers and pulled down to reveal- "You have a tattoo?"
Cas looked down in surprise as if he had forgotten about the mark.
"Oh yeah…I suppose it's a little late to ask but…Do you mind tattoos?"
Dean stared at the mark on Cas's hip. It looked like a sort of pentagram inside a heptagon inside a circle with words written inside in another language. "I usually don't like 'em on chicks, but on you, it's kinda hot. What is it?"
"It a simplified sigil of Ameth. It's a magical symbol used to hold power over all creatures. It meant having strength to me. I don't know, I was weird when I was a college kid."
"It's kinda cool actually. Do you have any others?"
Cas looked embarrassed all of a sudden. "Um…yes, actually."
Dean's eyes widened and he already began scanning his boyfriend's body. "Where?!"
"Oh you'll see it. S'kinda hard to miss."
Dean looked from his shoulders, to under his arms, to his ankles, before flipping Cas over onto his stomach to continue his search. He stopped short.
"Holy shit."
A weird place to stop, I know, but it's as good a cliffhanger as any and I really wanted to get this freakin' thing up. Please review even if it's criticism because I really want to know what you guys think! Thank you!