Hello all, sorry for the long wait but I have done two versions of the chapter, a Destiel and a non-Destiel as the votes were pretty much the same.
If you want the non Destiel, skip to the next chapter now!
Enjoy…
Chapter 14 – Destiel Version
Dean grunted in annoyance when he felt a sturdy hand shaking him awake. He tried to bury his face deeper into his fluffy pillow and pulled his blankets up over his head, but someone jumped onto his bed and yanked them back down – Sammy.
"Saaaaaaaaaaaam! M'sleepin…"
"No you're not, you're awake, otherwise you wouldn't be speaking – I guess you sleep talk, but I mean we wouldn't be having a conversation..."
"Smartass."
"Don't talk to Sammy like that." John's voice held no real anger, but Dean looked up confused.
"Dad? Why'ya getting me up?"
"Because…"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Both Sam and John yelled at the top of their voices, Sam bouncing excitedly on Dean's bed and John chuckling softly.
"What?"
"It's your birthday Dean, we're gonna celebrate this year."
"Oh…" Dean looked rather confused, rolling on his stomach and trying to remember the last time he had properly celebrated his birthday. He couldn't really remember, but assumed it had been before his mom died. The realization that he couldn't remember how his mom had celebrated his birthday with him came crashing down on Dean and he bit back the tears welling in his eyes.
It took a moment for Dean to regain composure, to force himself not to cry.
He was older now – and more mature than when he first met the Winchesters. He didn't have panic attacks and he certainly did not wet the bed anymore – something which John had taken him aside and gently praised him for.
However, despite John knowing that his little boy was now a 'grown up and not a baby any more,' he could see the sadness wash over Dean and immediately cuddled him close.
When he saw that Dean had gathered himself a little – Dean was always trying to be a strong tough guy now – he began to tickle his adopted son.
Dean gasped with laughter and struggled, desperately fighting against John – but it was useless as Sam was now pinning him down and tickling his sides.
Eventually his family got off of Dean's back – but only when all three of them were red in the face with tears streaming down their faces.
"Ok, ok, I surrender."
"Good, just in time for breakfast then."
Luckily Dean's birthday had landed on a Sunday, so John had Saturday night (he refused to work on weekends) and that morning to prepare with Bobby, and they had really gone to town.
The entire kitchen had been filled with balloons in varying shades of blues, greens and silver and there was even a banner hanging from the fan and light fitting that read 'Happy Birthday!'
Dean stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the room, a grin spreading across his face when he saw Bobby flipping pancakes in the corner and how the room had been decorated.
"Wow…"
Dean didn't know what else to say, so he muttered another "wow" before throwing his arms around John, and then Bobby.
"Hey, watch it ya idjit, I have a boiling hot frying pan and I'm not afraid to use it." Bobby joked, ruffling Dean's hair before finishing off the last pancake and embracing the boy tight.
"I take it you like the décor?!"
"It's amazing; this is the best birthday ever!"
"Hold ya horses, we haven't even gotten started yet."
Before Dean could question this, Sam bundled him onto a seat and Bobby doled out the first course of pancakes. Dean grinned as he smothered his with as much caramel sauce as humanly possible, taking advantage of the fact that it was his birthday and the adults wouldn't tell him off for doing so.
"Mmmmmm, these are great."
"Yeah!" Sam mumbled through a mouthful of his own pancakes – drowned in lemon juice and sugar.
Once everyone had finished eating, John straightened out and made his way to the other room, reappearing moments later with a huge envelope.
"First things first, you'll be needing something in here."
Dean beamed and tore open the envelope, smiling at the image of a sports car and full out beaming when he saw the huge birthday badge, which he promptly pinned to his T-shirt.
When he read the three messages inside the card, one each from Bobby, Sam and John, he was nearly in tears again – but the happy type.
"Well, now that you've got yer badge on, how about some real presents."
"Presents? For me?"
"Nah, we got them for the Queen of Sheba, but she hasn't turned up yet so you'll have to do."
Dean smirked and punched Bobby in the shoulder jokingly before Sam took hold of his hand and pulled him into the living room – which had the biggest pile of presents Dean had ever seen on the rug.
"Awesome!"
"Dig in boy, we aint got all day."
Dean didn't need telling twice, plopping down on the ground and grabbing the closest gift to him.
He read the label which announced that the present was from Bobby and tore of the paper to reveal a box. Inside said box was a brand new pair of sneakers; they were a crisp white with studs along the base – proper running shoes for his sports clubs and training.
Immediately Dean slipped them on over his Batman socks, grinning like a five year old when he discovered that they didn't only fit properly, but were the comfiest shoes he had worn in his entire life.
"Thank you so much Bobby, they're amazing." Dean stood and threw his arms around the ex-hunter, squeezing him tight until Bobby announced that he'd like his ribs to remain in tact, thank you very much.
Sam giggled at this before picking out another present and pushing it towards his older brother.
"Here, this one's from me!"
"Thanks man!"
Dean tore open the messily wrapped paper and grinned when he saw that it was a huge photo frame – the type divided into fifteen sections of different shapes and sizes. Each segment had been filled with pictures of his family. There were ones of him and Sam together, some of him and John, ones with all three of them and even some with Bobby, Cas, Ellen, Jo and Ash.
But there was one photograph in particular that grabbed his attention.
In the centre of the frame was a oval photo of a young woman with golden blonde hair flowing down to her waist. She was holding onto the chain with one hand and in her other she was cradling a six month old baby with emerald green eyes. She was smiling sweetly to reveal her glistening white teeth and her own green eyes seemed to shimmer in the camera flash.
Dean immediately knew who she was, his mom.
"H-how?" Dean looked at Sam, completely bewildered.
"When Sean took us, I saw the photo in the room he kept us tied up in…and when Dad came back to get you, I told him to grab it. I thought you'd want to keep it."
"Thanks Sammy. This is the best present in the world." Dean pulled Sam into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of Sam's neck for a moment as he hid his face beneath Sam's long bangs in an attempt to regain composure.
Sam hugged Dean back, squeezing him tight until his brother finally pulled away and gave a gruff cough.
John actually felt his own throat constricting and firmly told himself not to be a wet noodle – but it didn't really work.
Dean spent a few more moments running his fingers across the photos, tracing the outline of his family's faces before placing the frame to the side away from harms way.
"How about this one next?" John asked gruffly, nudging over another parcel with his foot.
Inside were some Indiana Jones DVDs, which he promised he would watch with Dean later that night.
And there were plenty more presents to come…
Once Dean had opened books, a new CD player and some tickets to an AC/DC tribute band, John tied a blindfold around his eyes and let him to the car.
"Dad? Where are we going? Saaaam? What's going on?"
When the Impala eventually pulled up after a twenty minute drive, Dean was completely bemused and bundled out of the car – Sam took his hand and practically dragged him along. They nearly tripped on multiple occasions, but Dean didn't really care. He trusted Sam with his life.
After a while Dean sensed that he was inside, but it wasn't until he had been walking for another good minute that he was finally held still by John and Sam as Bobby untied the blindfold.
"SURPRISE!"
Dean blinked in shock as the light assaulted him, taking in the sight of all his friends standing up and setting off party poppers and streamers so the paper and metallic strips caught in his spiked up hair.
Everyone was crowded around the long table, Jo, Ash, Ellen, Gabriel and Castiel. Even Jody Mills had turned up.
"Hi guys." Dean shuffled awkwardly as he once again found himself faced with balloons and banners. He now recognized where he was – Ellen's bar, The Roadhouse.
"Hey Dean, honey, why don't you take a seat over here?" Ellen walked over and gave Dean a quick peck on the cheek before guiding him to the head of the table, sandwiched between Cas and Sam.
She then proceeded to guide everyone else around, Gabe next to Sam, John beside Ash and Jo and Ellen sitting opposite Bobby and Jody – who were pressed tightly against each other.
Despite having adamantly exclaimed that there was nothing going on between him and Jody, nobody believed that they were not an item. You could see it in the hardened hunter and police woman's eyes – they were practically eyefucking, it was bordering on inappropriate in front of the children.
But of course, Bobby did not have feeling – he was a tough guy.
The Bobby doth protest too much, methinks.
Halfway through a birthday meal of burgers, fries, pizza, bowls of chips and M&Ms (which Dean and Gabriel fought over), Bobby was holding hands with Jody beneath the table and John was smiling softly at the pair – they looked so relaxed together, well, until Gabriel noticed as well and started to wolf whistle.
Kids.
This of course led to a round of giggles,
Once they were all finished and Booby and Jody had cleared the plates, both flushing from Gabriel's antics, Ellen bought out a CD player and started a game of musical chairs. Gabriel placed one of his trusty whoopee cushions on a chair each round, so not only were people fighting for chairs when the music stopped, they were also fighting not to have to sit on the boobie-trapped seat.
After the fourth round, dirty tactics were coming out and at one point Bobby pulled the seat Gabriel was plopping down on from under his bottom. Once everyone had regained their breath from laughing and Cas had won the game – he was definitely a dark horse, they settled down for a game of pass the parcel.
This time, Jo won the game and opened the last parcel – a huge pack of candies which she willingly shared out.
"Right then, presents!" Ellen announced, grabbing a huge bag filled with presents from everyone.
Dean blinked away his surprise and dug in, opening up a load of awesome band shirts from Ellen and Jo. There was a Metallica one, a Led Zeppelin long sleeved top and an AC/DC tank top.
Dean thanked them again and again, hugging Ellen tight before hugging Jo tight.
Ash had also bought him a present – CDs by the same bands so that he could 'rock out to some sweet tunes whilst wearing the merch!'
Soon, there was only one parcel left, this one from Gabriel.
Inside was Dean's very own whoopee cushion in a dark shade of green. Dean laughed at this and saw that there was something wrapped inside the rubber – it was a hand carved wooden Impala.
"Jesus, Gabe did you make this?"
"Sure did, you sound so surprised that I have a talent." Gabriel gave a cheesy wink to show that he was joking.
"It's amazing, thank you."
"Yeah, well now you can fantasize and picture your 'Baby' wherever you are."
"I really appreciate it."
"Good, I cut myself with a saw making that!"
Gabriel held out a plastered finger, making the others laugh.
Some things never change.
Dean was broken from his staring fest at the wooden model by a soft hand on his upper arm.
Castiel was hovering behind him, somewhat awkwardly with his head tilted to the side and a slightly worried look on his face.
"I-um, I didn't know what to purchase for your birthday gift, so I thought…" Cas trailed off, offering Dean a hand to his feet before looking up at him.
Blue met green and before Dean knew what was happening; his lips were pressed tightly to Castiel's.
The kiss was quick and awkward, with Cas drawing back almost immediately to check that Dean wasn't angry with him for making such a surprising move.
Dean was a lot of things, but angry wasn't one of them.
He quickly re-arranged his look of shock into a smile, and that was all the reassurance Cas needed.
He closed the gap between them again, wetting his lips quickly before once again raising himself onto his tip toes and kissing Dean again. This time, he softly parted his lips and soon both boys were exploring each other's mouths with tentative licks and swirls of motion.
Dean tasted of his birthday apple pie that Jody had made and Cas tasted of the few chocolate M&Ms he had managed to snatch from Gabriel's plate.
Dean was in heaven.
Both Dean and Cas let out soft moans and pulled each other in tight, Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and Dean gripping hard to Cas' waist and the back of his head, pulling Cas in for another deep kiss.
He could feel the shorter boy's heart racing and this time when they pulled away for air, Dean buried his face in Castiel's mess of dark bed hair.
Even his shampoo smelt amazing and Dean let out an embarrassing squeak of satisfaction when Cas nested his head in the crook of Dean's neck, whispering "happy birthday, Dean."
"Thanks Cas."
When they finally pulled apart, Ellen and Jody were dabbing at their eyes with napkins, Sam, Jo and Gabe looked gob smacked, Bobby had his arm around Jody's waist and John looked like the proudest man alive.
They may not be the most conventional family, but in that moment of time, they were happy.
And that was enough.
Epilogue – Cas and Dean are now 23. This part is rated M, so if you aren't old enough to read it…you know what to do…or read it and be naughty (I know which I'd do, but I'm not a good role model!)
Dean clung on tighter to Cas' hand, guiding him amongst the trees and laughing softly when Cas tripped over a tree root and winged that he had gotten mud on the hem of his new trench coat.
"You are such a girl, Cassie!"
"Am not! Where are we going anyway? Are we nearly there yet?"
"Let me take back my last comment, you are like a whiny five year old girl!"
"Am not!"
"You prove my point, anyway, just a few more minutes."
Dean pecked Cas on the cheek softly and carried on walking until eventually they reached a beautiful clear blue lake surrounded by wildflowers.
"Dean, this place is stunning; I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything then." Dean quipped, but he quickly pressed his mouth to Cas' plump lips and kissed him gently to placate the smaller man.
"Where are we?"
"This is the place where John found me, not exactly here mind, but this is the forest where I lived. Whenever I was afraid or lonely, I'd sit by the lake and pretend to fish with my imaginary best friend. I thought we could – you know…"
"We don't have any fishing equipment." Cas was too choked up with emotion to say anything sentimental, so he went for humor instead.
"Well, I can think of other ways to entertain ourselves." Dean waggled his eyebrow suggestively.
"Dean, are you sure you want to?" Cas looked uncertain, although he and Dean had been together for years, they had still never had sex and both men were still virgins. Both had decided that they would never have sex with anyone outside their relationship, even when they weren't officially a couple, but whenever they tried together, Dean would have a panic attack or fail to become erect.
Dean was of course, humiliated with this.
He had even been to the doctors, who had announced that he had erectile dysfunction, caused by psychological trauma.
In reality, this meant that Dean couldn't bottom because he got too claustrophobic and it reminded him of being pinned down and beaten by his father.
He also couldn't top, because he was too frightened to hurt Castiel, which led to him panicking, which meant that he couldn't 'get it up.'
Of course, Castiel had been incredibly gracious about this, always telling Dean that it wasn't his fault, that he didn't blame him, or care. It was just sex. It didn't matter, he loved Dean, and that was enough.
However, Dean knew that Cas was probably sexually frustrated by now, hell, he was.
But it just seemed right to consummate their relationship on Valentine's day, as sappy and chick flick as that was.
"Yes Cas, I want to try again. Just, you know-"
Cas nodded gently, pulling Dean in close and kissing him softly, his fingers running underneath Dean's shirt and gently teasing at his nipples.
"Oh God! Cas, you're amazing."
"Shhh, just relax. Look at me Dean, just look at me. I'll take care of you, you're safe."
And Dean believed it.
Cas gently unbuttoned his shirt and began to cover Dean's torso with soft kisses, paying particular attention to the scars that littered his chest, the old stab wound on his shoulder and Dean's nipples.
He gently teased the soft skin, nibbling gently and eliciting a gasp from Dean, who had begun to pull off Cas' trench coat.
When both men were naked from the waist up, they continued to kiss, exploring each other's mouths until eventually Dean began to undo Cas' zipper, and pulled them both up.
Soon both men were rid of everything and they settled back down, Cas sitting cross legged with Dean in front of him.
"Dean, I have an idea about how to make this work. I know you don't like being pinned down, and that you don't want to penetrate me, so why don't I top from the bottom. You get to be on top, but you have no way of hurting me."
Dean nodded, amazed that they had never thought of this before.
"Please Cas, need you." Dean seated himself of Cas' lap, rutting their unclothed cocks together and gasping at the amazing sensations running through his body. Cas was now rock hard, leaking precome and moaning in pleasure.
But Dean was still soft.
"Please Cas, I need you to take me."
"Dean, you're not hard, I don't want to do this if you're not ready."
"I'm ready, so ready. I need you inside of me. Lube – in my – ah! In my jacket pocket."
Cas scrambled for said lube, coating his fingers liberally and circling his index finger around Dean's rim.
"Just tell me if you-"
"Dammit Cas, do it or I'll have to impale myself on you."
Cas smirked and gently slid in his first finger, gasping at how warm Dean was and how his muscles clenched around the intrusion.
"More Cas, feels so good."
Cas complied, fingering Dean and stretching him until eventually Dean was writhing on three of his long fingers.
"I'm ready, now."
Cas nodded, pouring lube onto the his penis before gently pressing his head to Dean's hole.
Taking it slowly, he inserted himself inch by inch until eventually Dean was fully seated on him.
"So good, move, need you to move baby, please – ah, god! Yes, like that, please-"
Cas rolled his hips languidly, setting a slow pace and gasping in surprise when he could see Dean becoming hard due to the blissful friction against his prostate.
He tentatively shifted a hand and wrapped it around Dean's shaft, pumping gently until Dean was eight inches long. Cas couldn't believe it, and nor could Dean, but neither commented.
Dean was too busy gasping and moaning like a pornstar, gripping onto the tree trunk that Cas was leaning on whilst the blue eyed man thrust into him and fisted his cock.
All of a sudden, an intense feeling of pleasure swept over Dean and before he could give Cas any warning, he came all over both of their stomachs.
Cas rode him out through the orgasm, climaxing himself before Dean slid off of him and collapsed on his chest.
"That was-"
"Heavenly."
Both men gave a short laugh before kissing again and wandering over to the lake to clean up.
They stepped into the clear blue water, but the only blue Dean saw was that of Castiel's eyes as they gently bathed each other's skin and embraced, neither man wanting to let go of the other.
The End
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