A/N:This is it, the end! I can't believe this journey is finally over. I've grown so attached to these versions of my favorite guys and it's real hard to let them go. Thank you all for reading and sticking with me and being patient when updates were slow coming. Maybe there are even a few of you out there who have been here from the start, all these 2+ year ago when this started as a crazy idea of mine, planned to be no more than 20 chapters (hahahaha).

7 years later

"Dean! Are you coming out of there any time soon or will I have to tell everyone to go home?"

"Just gimme a god-damn minute Sammy!"

"You had ten, so unless you're taking the dump of your life at the most inopportune time ever, is it safe to assume that you are freaking out right now?"

"Noo," Dean retorted, voice about an octave too high to make this anything other than a lie.

"Well, great!" His behemoth of a brother snarled sarcastically (and seriously, what had Sam put in his Wheetos to end up about five inches taller than him, he was and always would be his baby brother for god's sake). And of course, Mr. future hot-shot lawyer wasn't done yet, Dean sighed. "Because there is only so long we can keep talking Cas down from ledge. You know how he gets when things don't go as planned. So unless you want to send your other half to an early grave, get your butt out of there and man up."

"Just tell him I'm gonna be out in one, I promise." Dean snapped back, opening the faucet and splaying his face with cold water. He wasn't panicking, no way! He had wanted this for years after all. It was just this god-awful suit and tie, making him feel not quite like himself, that was getting to him, was all. Why couldn't he do this in a pair of jeans and a Henley? It would be more authentic. Who wrote the stupid rulebook that stated that people needed to be pretentious, and dressed up? It wasn't like much of their relationship through the years had followed any particular societal rules, why start now? But he also knew that Cas was very much a traditionalist when it came to certain things in life. So for the older man's sake Dean had been willing to suck it up. Plus, objectively looking, he could admit that he looked rather handsome in the suit, which was tailored to fit him perfectly in all the right places. He had filled out and grown into his large frame these last few years; broad shouldered with well-defined arm and back muscles, which made it hard at times to find shirts or jackets that fitted him well but on any average day he could get away with slightly ill fitting clothes.

Thankfully his job as a substance and alcohol abuse counselor meant he was normally fine in jeans and plaid. Yeah, at times he still couldn't believe where life had taken him career wise. But after having volunteered at a local help center for some work experience during his first year in college, he had been quick to change his course from economics (really what had be been thinking, that stuff was boring as shit) to psychology and counseling. Dean, at the time, had felt his personal insights into these matters gave him an advantage over the oftentimes well intended but lacking in personal experience counselors, and despite it being an extremely demanding and at time draining job, Dean wouldn't trade it in for the world. The only real downside was the fair amount of paperwork and bureaucracy he had to put up with. He and Cas had taken up running together every morning to balance out the time they spent stuck behind a desk in their respective jobs.

Dean straightened out his suit, giving himself a good once over, smirking at his reflection in a silent attempt at a pep talk. He'd say he was in good shape overall. Even that small amount of pudge around his belly that just refused to shift, no matter how much he ran or how many sit-ups he did (okay, so he gave up on those after about a month), didn't bother him anymore. How could it, when it was one of Cas' favorite's bits about his body, and he found himself with hickeys and bite marks around his midriff on a regular basis.

He sighed. Yeah, he couldn't blame his current nerves on his appearance. Must be the people waiting out there in the chapel then that had him presently hide in a clammy, slightly smelly toilet. Most of them had been along for the ride of Cas' and his eventful relationship and as much as it elated Dean that they would be here to witness their union today, it also scared him. He was not a fan of laying himself open emotionally. It was something private, only to be shared with the select few he felt truly comfortable with, but he would do so today- for Cas. No way would he turn his vow into some lame-ass joke speech just because he didn't like to freely talk about his feelings.

He glanced at his (still slightly wet) reflection in the mirror, grabbing some paper towels to dab away the worst of the moisture, suddenly unable to hold back a manic chuckle. Who would have thought that they actually would get to this point? Probably most people (yes those ones currently waiting out there for them to make an appearance) would have given their relationship the death sentence more than once, but definitely during The Fallout, as it shall forever be known, four years ago; and it damn well might have been.

Dean shuddered at the memory of the fight that had led to the worst six months of his life. He and Cas, like any other couple, had had their ups and downs as they tried to navigate the stormy waters of a long-distance relationship. Only that on top of the usual, to be expected disagreements between two people, theirs had often been exacerbated by their continuous clash with the real world over the unique parameters of their relationship. Mostly, from what Dean remembered anyway, it was Cas who through bouts of insecurities (and letting those quietly whispered reservations other people had about them get to him) kept questioning Dean's ability to be happy with him in the long run. With hindsight and his now available professional knowledge, Dean would say, that Cas had still held on to some kind of guilt at over how their relationship had started and every time someone asked questions like how long they had been together, it brought those issues back up, chipping away at him. They might have had a few fights over what should define proper couple time or leisure activities, flagging up differences in interests and life experiences, but it was nothing Dean would have ever considered for a second leaving his other half over.

Then, that one fateful night, probably made worse by both of them having been stressed and bugged down by work and exams, and a small argument over where to spent their summer vacation, Cas had brought out the big one, and outright told Dean that he needed to go and spent the summer with his peers, because he never had a baseline for comparison of what his life could be like if he hadn't been with Cas basically his whole adult life. That had been the breaking point at which Dean had walked out in a rage, after yelling at Cas that if he didn't want him here, he should just say so and that Cas should come and find him once he had pulled his head out of his ass and knew what he wanted.

Dean, to this day, could not remember much of the first three months after their break-up. Only that, between studies and then his summer job and going back to Sioux Falls to see Sam, and Cas not getting in contact with him, he had spent most nights taking a leaf out of his dad's book and buried his grief and anger at the bottom of a bottle. He probably had more alcohol than blood running through him for most of it, and too many one night stands to even remember any one in particular. If Cas had ended things because he wanted Dean to 'have fun' and be with his peers, well, who was he to argue had been his twisted reasoning at the time.

But none of the girls or guys could fill that massive hole the man had left behind and once he had been ready to acknowledge that, Dean had spent the next three months sobering up and flinging himself full-force at his studies, which helped excel his grades but he was miserable, merely existing not really living.

Cas hadn't come looking for him and Dean had his damn pride, plus he almost had himself believe that the other man just never really cared for him in that way when, thank god for little brothers, Sam had talked (or more yelled) some sense into him. Apparently his brother had stayed in contact with Cas, and according to him the man had been a mess but honestly had himself convinced this course of action was best for both of them in the long run.

That very night, the minute he had disconnected the call, Dean had asked a friend for his car, and made the five hour drive down to Chicago without stop. He had banged at Cas' door at five am, then once the dark haired men had opened, proceeded to yelling at him (and probably for the next three blocks to hear) why, if all he wanted was for Dean to be happy, was he taking away the one thing that had ever truly made him happy. Cas, the generally stoic man, had near burst into tears as he'd pulled Dean into the house, whispering apologies and 'I'm sorry's' and 'I missed you so much', in between hugging and kissing Dean senseless, and Dean finally had felt like being back home.

The next few months had been awkward, with waiting for test results (Dean might have on one or two occasions while drunk forgotten to put a 'sock' on it) and for the first time in their relationship they had to use protection until the, thankfully, all clear. Cas never outright mentioned that he had been hurt by Dean's coping mechanisms, but Dean could see it in the man's eyes some days. It was pretty self-evident that Cas was locked in a battle of wanting to feel hurt but not feeling like he had any right to be, because he effectively had pushed Dean away and into these other people's arms. It took them a while to get that normality and trust back but if anything, they both were fighters and they fought for their relationship, and today would be a testament to that.

Dean chuckled. He really needed to give his brother a damn big hug later, because surely, if it hadn't been for Sam, he might not be here right now, worrying about forgetting his vows or otherwise making a fool of himself. This here today was so monumental that he just needed it to be absolutely perfect. Dean realized in that moment that he definitely had put too much pressure on himself in the build-up for today and that was why he was currently hiding out here when everything he ever wanted was out there waiting for him.

With a final sigh, Dean smiled at himself, he was finally ready to go and make official what was already obvious to all but the willingly blind, that he and Cas always had and always would find a way to spent the rest of their lives together.

#

Castiel was nanoseconds away from chewing off his own nails, as he waited in the wings of the church. They both had decided to walk down the aisle together but so far his fiancé had only been felt by his absence. Gabriel was trying to cheer him up with some lame joke and Sam reassured him that Dean absolutely, definitely had promised to be out in a minute.

Most of the time Castiel had his control and OCD tendencies in check, he had needed to learn to embrace a certain amount chaos and flexibility pretty fast during his time with Dean and even before then, but right now, if someone would give him a bucket and brush to scrub at every last speck of dirt he could see hiding behind the flower pots and pillars, he would gladly sink to his knees and do so. He just needed to be busy and distract himself from something he had no control over. Dean would come out when he was ready, after all it had been him who had gone down on one knee last year and, as far as Castiel could tell, hadn't changed his opinion on the matter over these last months. The younger man had even found a LBGT friendly church they could get married in before he'd popped the question, knowing how much this would mean to Cas. The gesture had literally swept the older man off his feet. Castiel had worked under the assumption that he had no need for a document to prove to the world that they were in it for the long run, how much Dean meant to him, after all, his experiences had taught him that it was but a piece of paper, easily undone. But once Dean had asked, it was like he realized that he had been wrong, he would very much love to have said document telling the whole world that they planned on staying together and wear the ring on his finger as a constant reminder.

Gabriel and Sam were still talking to him but he tuned it out as he peeked through the slight opening in the double doors at the not quite so small crowd waiting in the pews. They both had accumulated a fair few friends and acquaintances over the years. On top of that was Dean's little family unit and on Cas' side there was slightly less family but the people that mattered to him were here.

Maybe some people had even hoped to set eyes on the infamous Balthazar Novak, although most of their close friends knew Castiel wasn't on speaking terms with his brother. Balthazar, as it had turned out, was the biggest hypocrite of the whole Novak Clan. About three years ago, Mr. High and Mighty got busted having an orgy in a brothel, which in turn had ruined his budding political career. The image of devoted Family Man and the pictures of a drunk man, bound by leather-straps as three prostitutes were servicing him, unsurprisingly didn't gel too well. Castiel still, to this day, had the urge to fly over to California (yes, that was where the bastard had settled down now, living the high life) and take him down a peg or two for the way he used to treat them, and him in particular. For a brief amount of time Castiel had reveled in the feeling of just deserts where his brother was concerned, until the bastard had the audacity to turn it all around, and play the victim of upbringing and circumstances, selling his story to the highest bidder which resulted in a deal for a Reality TV show and two books.

Raphael had been in the wind for years, not wanting anything more to do with this depraved family. Good riddance as far as Castiel was concerned. The biggest surprise though had to have been Anna contacting him two years ago. Maybe it was because she was finally able to think for herself or just that the times had caught up to her, but she wanted to rebuild a relationship with him. It took them a while to find common ground but her willingness to accept Castiel despite some reservations about his sexuality, was underlined by her being here today to show her support. They had all been broken and affected by their parents' strict upbringing in some form or other and Castiel could appreciate the gesture for what it was. As for his mother, they had been on speaking terms ever since his father's death, moreso since the stunt his brothers had tried to pull all those years back. Yet, the woman could not quite bring herself to attend the wedding of two men, and Castiel had grown too tired over the years to try and convince her otherwise. It was what it was. He had enough people in his life these days to make up for the lack of parental representation.

Most of all, without a doubt, he valued the presence of his ex-wife and now quite possibly best friend, Amelia. They had been through too much together to be anything else, and she had been a constant presence in his life, and by extension Dean and Sam's. Especially the younger Winchester seemed to hold a special place for her in his heart and despite their busy lives, they tried to meet up at least a couple of times a year.

Cas had felt honored when Amelia had asked him to be her daughter's godfather and Claire's sleepovers had become somewhat legendary and given Dean and himself a taste of what it might be like to have their own children one day.

"Cas?"

He was pulled from his thoughts by the voice of the man he loved.

"Dean." Castiel smiled at his fiancé. Funny, shouldn't it be now that his nerves and anxiety should kick into overdrive? Those last minute flutters and doubts. But it was the contrary, setting eyes on Dean, Cas suddenly felt calm. Excited- most definitely, but not panicked. He was ready for this, like it was the long awaited inevitable accumulation of their lives together.

"Had me worried there for a second." Castiel chuckled warmly, squeezing the younger man's hand hard.

"Gotta keep you on your toes." Dean replied with a wink before placing a peck on the, for once, clean shaven chin of his other half.

"I hate you." Cas mumbled, the smile betraying his real emotions.

"You really don't." Dean said confidently, looking at his soon to be husband and taking his hand. "Let's get this show on the road!"

#

"Will he ever shut up?" Dean leaned across, whispering in his husband's ear, eliciting a small giggle from Cas as he cheekily used the opportunity to lick across the older man's lobe. They both were slightly buzzed at this point of the evening but not enough to be able to ignore rambling brothers. Dean had stopped drinking about half an hour ago, as he was the self-assigned driver for their honeymoon, for which they would set off right after the reception. Something which currently seemed like a damn stupid idea, as Cas lifted his glass, downing the rest of his brandy, Dean looking on wistfully.

Sam was currently jabbering about the road trip Dean and Cas took him after his high school graduation and god, people didn't need to hear all this. At least Cas had managed to talk his brother out of adding actual pictures to his speech. Dean nibbled at Cas' ear again, eliciting a mewl in response, leaning into the touch. This was much more entertaining than sitting here listening to his brother, Dean decided as a million better ideas of how to spend these next few minutes paraded around in his brain, his hand slowly working its way up one of Cas' thighs.

"Dean." Cas growled in warning, making Dean stop in his ascent. "I'm trying to listen." Sam was taking his responsibility as best man very serious and okay, the speech had been dragging on a bit, but for all the help Sam had provided in pulling this day off, so far without any hitches, he deserved his moment to shine, or well, waffle, and Castiel was determined to listen to every last word of it, distracting husband next to him or not.

"And with that, let's lift our glasses to Cas and Dean." Sam turned, glass held high as he faced the happy couple.

"Fucking finally." Dean whispered as everyone else echoed Sam's sentiment. "To Cas and Dean." They inclined their glasses to the newly weds before knocking back the champagne. Their friends/family definitely knew how to hold their liquor and in hindsight the open bar might have not been such a brilliant idea, most of them already well on the way of being pleasantly drunk. He did not want to think of the hefty check they would receive at the end and worst of all, he was now stuck with sodas. Maybe if he had enough of those, he would get a sugar high.

"Dance, dance, dance!" Dean had no idea who started the chant even as he glared in turn at the most likely suspects, which all just smirked at him. He had until this very second lived in a happy alternate reality where there was no such thing as wedding dances. That wasn't to say, that he hadn't come prepared, in case of the inevitable. Because no way was he gonna waltz across the dance floor to some schmaltzy shit. Cas chortled and stared at Dean, not hiding his smug smile. He would so make him pay for this later, Dean decided as he glowered at his other half.

"Alright, alright. Calm your horses." Dean eventually announced, holding his hands up in surrender as the chanting refused to die down. His bastard of a husband was laughing beside him, having always told him that this dance would be inevitable.

"May I have this dance?" He announced for everyone to hear, extending his hand. Cas took it gingerly, but Dean was having none of it, grabbing it hard and dragging him behind him towards the dancefloor, feeling all eyes rest on them. He placed a hand on Cas' shoulder and one on his waist. Cas studied him with a certain amount of surprise, like this was the last thing he had expected, but then mirrored his stance.

Dean gave him a small wink before turning to the DJ. "Hit it".

Cas' face as the first distinct bars of Highway to Hell blasted through the speakers would be Dean's favorite memory for the rest of his life, well maybe beside the moment when his husband was about half a second away from crying as he, with shaking hands, put the ring on his finger. The sheer devotion and bliss on Cas' face almost had reduced Dean to tears as well, but only almost. And this face, right now, definitely a close second.

"You ass." Cas griped but his eyes held a special kind of affection and amusement that let Dean know he wasn't angry and that he wouldn't want Dean any other way. The rest of the wedding assembly burst into laughter as Dean swung Cas around the dancefloor, singing along to the lyrics at the top of his lungs, and only slightly off key.

"I love you, crazy and exasperating though you are." Cas whispered as he pulled his impossible husband in for a heated kiss to the cheers and wolf whistles of their friends and families.

Dean chuckled into the kiss, glad he had rightly anticipated his husband's reaction to his little joke. Despite his own hang-ups with anything dancing, he would have hated to have ruined this moment for Cas. As it was, it would be something they could tell their kids about one day. Well, if they ever decided to have some that was, otherwise he was sure, Sam would eventually grace them with a bunch of nieces and nephews they could bore with their 'wedding dance' story. Sam had grown into a rather respectable and focused young man, the way he had worked his butt off to get into Stanford on a full ride was testimony to that, and Dean just had his little brother down as the family man kind of guy.

The rest of the evening was a blur as everyone demanded dances with the respective husbands to the point where Dean's feet were fucking hurting and even Cas, who generally didn't dislike the idea of a dance, looked like he was in need of rescuing. Dean was just about to do just that when his old man pulled him aside.

"Dad." Dean said, raising his voice in question. His father shuffled from one foot to the other, clearly wanting something to say but not knowing how to start. They had few personal moments over the years but slowly over time the chasm in their little family unit had started to shrink. Dean, thanks to his work, had a new understanding of what his father had gone through. It would never make any of what he did, or failed to do in providing for him and his brother, alright; the fact that their father hadn't asked for help when things had gotten tough would forever be on him. But maybe because of seeing cases just like John, broken and unable to escape their own little hell, it had helped Dean make peace with his own past.

"Just-" John started, then stopped again. "I- I know I don't say it enough, but I'm proud of you. You did well for yourself, and it pains me to say that you did it not because of me but despite of me."

"Dad-" Dean tried to interrupt.

"No, it's true. And I am just grateful that I didn't manage to ruin your life for you." There he glanced at Cas, still on the dancefloor, currently shaking his stuff in some kind of weird threesome with Bobby and Jody, and Dean couldn't help a snort escape at the sight.

"He is a good man." John simply stated and Dean felt a distinct lump in his throat. This must be the first time ever his father acknowledged Cas as anything more than just his partner, a man John had learned to tolerate, knowing full well he had to put up with him if he wanted to hold on to his son.

"Yes, he is." Dean smiled, not caring if he looked like a dopey teenager in love.

"Look, I- there's not much I could give you two in terms of a wedding gift, as you know things are always hard financially, but I was thinking- been talking it over with Bobby in fact." John chuckled nervously. "I know there is one thing you might love nearly as much as your husband."

Dean's heart started to hammer in his chest. Surely his dad could not mean to- But before he could finish his thought, John pressed a cold metal object in his hand, which Dean recognized immediately.

"Dad- I can't-"

"Yes you can. You always cared more for this goddamn car than me. If it wasn't for you she would have gotten scraped years ago. So just take it." He curled Dean's hand into a fist around the key, leaving little room for arguments.

"Oh my god. Thank you." Dean practically jumped on the spot in excitement before pulling his father in for a hug. His dad returned it, awkwardly at first, before clutching his son tight. It probably was the first real, heartfelt, embrace they shared since Dean had been a kid.

Dean pulled apart after a moment, key jangling in his hand. John gave him a pat on the back and told him to go and find his husband and Dean did just that as he bee-lined for Cas, eager to share the good news with him.

Cas felt his husband's presence before he saw him. Dean was glowing and heading straight for him and he felt his heart speed up. The reality that this amazing, gorgeous young man had willingly chosen him, loved him, still absolutely floored him on occasion, but at least he wasn't questioning the validity of Dean's emotions or motives any more. He had learned the hard way to just accept what was freely offered to him and to worry about any complications as and when they happened.

Dean dangled a metal key in front of his face with a delight that rivaled that of a child in a sweets shop and it took Cas a second to put it together.

"The Impala?" He asked and Dean nodded his head vigorously. The next thing Cas knew was that Dean's lips where on his, devouring him right there in the middle of the dancefloor, not caring about anyone around them.

"Get a room." Someone yelled to the cheers of the crowd and Cas thought this might be as good a cue as any to announce their departure. They had done all that was required of them, listened to the speeches, danced the dance and cut the cake, and for at least the last three hours he had wanted nothing more than to grab Dean and to properly consummate their marriage.

He broke the kiss and smirked at the younger man in his arms. "What do you think, time to get out of here?"

"Hell yes." Dean breathed against his cheek with a heavy sigh.

Of course their friends and families wouldn't let them leave quietly and followed them out to the car. Apparently most must have been in on the Impala surprise, because there she stood, dead center of the parking lot, their luggage which they had left in Cas' car safely stored in the backseat, and decorated with cheesy stickers and writing, which probably would be a pain in the ass to get off, Dean huffed to himself. At least they abstained from tying anything stupid to the exhaust.

Dean couldn't enjoy the victory of small mercies for long as suddenly little white pebbles were raining down on him and Cas. People were throwing rice for goodness sake, and Dean could feel some of those nasty little grains settling in places he'd rather they not. Only once Cas promised to personally extract each and every one of the little suckers, did Dean decide that yeah, he was actually okay with rice.

They were pulled into numerous hugs, the last ones being Gabriel and Sam, who had formed a strange kind of kinship over these last years. Cas and Dean surmised that it was some kind of mentorship, as Gabriel would no doubt have a few pointers and contacts that could be useful for Sam in his chosen career path. Both brothers urged them on to go and live it up on their honeymoon, and not to throw away all their money at the roulette tables.

Finally they were let go. Cas had left his car that, thanks to John's present, was now surplus to requirements in the care of his brother, urging him to take it back to their house in one piece. Dean unlocked the Impala with a grin, holding the passenger door open for his husband.

"Your ride awaits."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Novak-Winchester." Cas said, holding a hand mockingly over his heart.

"Still think Winchester-Novak would have sounded more …"

"Hey, I won that coin toss fair and square." Cas protested lovingly, pulling Dean in by his shirt for a quick kiss.

"That you did." Dean laughed at the memory of their week-long disagreement on their future last name, until in a drunken stupor, Dean had decided to end it there and then with the toss of a coin, and of course the older man had won and had held him to it the next day. At least Dean had had a good time trying to wipe that stupid grin off his lover's face. Yeah the sex that night had been especially good.

Once Cas was seated, Dean closed the door and walked around to the driver's side, getting in beside his husband. God, Dean still couldn't believe that she was his now. He stroked the steering wheel reverently.

"I missed you, Baby."

"Don't give me reason to be jealous already." Cas snorted next to him.

"Nah, you will always be my number one." Dean grinned and for a second Cas wasn't so sure Dean actually meant him or the car. The younger man turned on the engine, the familiar rumble felt like coming home. They waved goodbye to the crowd of people who cheered as they pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant and onto the road.

#

Dean made it about an hour on their 24 hour road trip to Las Vegas (why fly when you could drive, and the drive would be so much sweeter now that they were going in his Baby), before Cas' continuous flirtations and distracting hands had worn him down and made him pull off the interstate and into a (hopefully deserted) side road.

As soon as Dean killed the engine he had an eager Cas attached to his side, mouth hungrily nipping at his neck while his hands were zoning in straight on his crotch brushing over his already hard flesh.

Dean moaned wantonly, then huffed a muffled laugh. "Not that I'm complaining or anything- but you know our first layover is only another few hours away." They had decided to take on the first part of the journey tonight, stopping along the way for a quick nap (and possibly more) before bracing the rest of the drive in one go, but clearly Cas had other ideas.

"Nu-uh." Cas grunted, continuing to palm and grab and kiss at any bit of Dean he could get to. "Can't tell me you never wanted to have sex in this car."

Dean groaned, tilting his head to the side allowing Cas more access to his neck. "Man, you gonna kill me here." Of fucking course he had dreamed about a scenario like this more than once in the past. Sex in his Baby with Cas was pretty much the epitome of his sexual fantasies. And, despite logic telling him otherwise and the slight but very real chance of getting caught, and boy did Dean feel a bit of a thrill at that idea, he couldn't really find any reason not to indulge. Plus Cas had him already so revved up, he most likely wouldn't even be able to drive and he didn't much fancy ending their wedding night in a ditch. He grabbed Cas by the neck and kissed him with a fiery passion.

"Backseat, now." Cas ordered with a gasp, already looking wrecked. Dean was quick to obey, clambering out the door and straight into the back, finding himself a moment later with a lap full of Cas, who eagerly pulled at his dress-shirt, desperate for skin on skin contact while devouring his mouth with his own, leaving Dean panting and dizzy.

It became apparent real quick that Cas didn't want slow and sensual as he ground his hips down hard, driving his erection against Dean's and making the younger man moan in delight, as his nails raked up Dean's torso.

"I want to ride you, right here just like this." Cas moaned, frantic and near pleading as he undulated his hips in a sinful manner while simultaneously popping the button on Dean's pants.

Dean let out a little "oh" at the words, and the way they were punctuated by the physical sensation. He grabbed around the older man's waist, barely holding on for the ride. It would be one of those nights then, and he was fully on board with that. Generally, they both were quite happy with their sexual dynamics, with Dean usually being the bottom and keeping things fairly vanilla apart from indulging in the occasional kink. But ever so often, the older man would get moments just like these, where he needed and craved Dean in this more aggressive way. Dean had worked out over the years that this generally correlated with emotionally charged situations in his husband's life. And while he had no idea whether Cas used sex as a way of dealing with complex emotions or whether these emotions brought out this different side of Cas, when the man got like this, he usually wanted it fast and rough and Dean was more than happy to provide this for him, loved the way Cas trusted him enough to take him apart and put him back together again.

Cas somehow managed to kick off of his shoes, followed by his pants and boxers, which were dangling off of one leg. He scrambled, searching his pants pockets for that small bottle of lube he had put there earlier, grunting victoriously a moment later. He impatiently popped the lid open as he lifted up on his knees and pulled Dean free from the confines of his boxers before smearing a good amount of lube on the younger man's straining erection. He shuffled in the cramped space, positioning himself over it, eager and shaking, already overtaken by blissful anticipation, one hand digging into Dean's shoulder.

"Cas, slow down." Dean placed a hand on his husband's cheek, getting him to meet his gaze before kissing his cheek. "Let me at least prep you a bit."

Cas shook his head. "Dean, I just- I want- I need-"

"I know babe, I know. But we've been over this, I don't want to hurt you." They had done this once without any prep and while both had absolutely loved it in the moment, had gotten lost in the raw, animalistic pleasure of it, Dean had been horrified the next morning, when he had discovered a small streak of red among the mess on the sheet. He had sworn to never again do it that rough despite Cas' reassurances that he had been perfectly fine.

"Okay but-"

"I know, not too much. Trust me I know how you like it."

Cas nodded, kissing Dean once, then settled himself slightly more back so Dean would be able to reach his entrance.

Two fingers entered him and Cas mewled in pleasure as he threw his head back, and true to his word Dean did the minimum necessary, just loosening him up enough to hopefully not injure him. Dean withdrew his fingers and grabbed around Cas' waist, helping him to get back into position.

A moment later Cas was sinking down on him, tight bit by torturous tight bit. His sweat-damp forehead was resting on Dean's shoulder and he let out little grunts of pleasure as he adjusted. Dean clung to his waist, guiding him down, kissing Cas' neck and forehead and going out of his mind with need for this man.

Cas started to move then, little slow undulations of his hips at first before lifting himself up and gliding back down. The cramped space in the car somewhat restricted their movements and Dean sank a bit lower on the seat, trying to give Cas more room to move.

"God, Cas." Dean panted, feeling out of breath despite the man above him doing most of the work. He steeled his feet on the floor of the Impala, trying to gain some leverage as he tried to find a rhythm for his own upwards thrusts in time with Cas'. Soon the older man was clinging to him, grunting his name over and over as he now slammed down without hesitation, groaning in ecstasy as Dean brushed his prostate on every thrusts.

"Love you so much." Cas whispered into Dean's ear, as his fingers dug into the shoulders of the man under him, in a way that Dean was certain would leave marks.

The younger man suddenly felt too choked up to talk, instead choosing to meet Cas with a desperate kiss, pouring all his love and emotions into it as they both hurdled towards their climax, the car steamy with their combined sweat and body heat.

Cas worked one hand between their sweat slicked bodies, stroking himself once, twice and coming with a shout all over Dean's stomach and dress-shirt, which had never made it all the way off Dean's body and half hung off his frame, Dean coming a second later with a yelp and a groan, holding Cas in place around his waist as he continued to thrust up shallowly into that tight heat.

Cas collapsed bonelessly on top of Dean, moist hot breath tickling against his lover's neck as he laughed breathlessly.

Dean chuckled in response. "I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to drive after this." He mumbled as he pulled Cas in tight against his chest.

Cas just hummed, clearly too out of it to process their predicament.

"Ever spent a night in a car?" Dean asked, stroking Cas' damp hair tenderly.

"Not sure my old bones would be agreeable to that." Cas garbled about a minute after Dean had spoken, like his brain had just received the question.

"So, lemme get this right, your bones are perfectly alright to get at it in this cramped space like horny teenagers, at the side of a road I might add, but sleeping in the car is what will push you over the edge?" Dean laughed fondly.

"Mhh," Was all the answer he got.

"Alright, grouchy pants, don't wanna be responsible for your early demise. Just gimme like ten minutes to recover and we can be on our way."

It was closer to thirty minutes before they were back in the front-seat and pulling onto the road. Dean's shirt had been a lost cause and he had exchanged it for his favorite flannel and while he was at it, changed into his most comfortable pair of jeans as well. Cas was still in his (albeit very rumpled) suit and they probably were quite a pair to look at.

Cas' head rested on Dean's shoulder, their hands intertwined in the small place between their thighs, both exchanging the occasional smile as they drove in silence. The purring of the engine was the only sound to entertain them. At one point Dean absentmindedly started playing with the ring on Cas' finger, twisting it before bringing it up to his mouth placing a small kiss on it and giving Cas' hand a squeeze.

"Who would have thought." Cas whispered into the relative silence, as he in turn lifted Dean's hand to his mouth, his lips traveling along each of Dean's knuckles.

"Yeah." Dean chuckled, briefly turning to peck Cas' cheek while trying his best to keep his eyes on the road and not getting lost in the eyes of his husband.

They settled back into a comfortable silence, there was no necessity for extra words. They knew how they felt about each other and that both would do their goddamn best to continue to make this relationship work, for better or worse. Neither felt the need to turn on the radio. The rumble of the engine was the only soundtrack needed as they drove, both lost in thoughts about the future as the Impala took them steadily west to their two-week honeymoon and the rest of their lives together.

THE END

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