Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters do not belong to me. This is the long awaited sequel to Bacon and Morning Afters. I had started this months ago and now I finally have the start up. There's been a lot of feels lately and I love to write Destiel when I am baked. I've got a really good bestie. XD. There is still some angst, but it's not nearly as bad as what it was before. So there's that. I have no idea where this is going to take me, so we're all along for the ride. Read at your own risk. ;)
Pie and Moving Forward
By Julia
It had been a week since John had been put into the medical coma. Dean was the one who was power of attorney for cases like this, so he was the one who had to make the decision to keep him on life support if/when they took him out of the coma and he didn't wake up on his own. They were currently at the house, Dean had had to take a night off from the hospital, and Jodie had said that she would stay with John so Dean would know if anything happened. Dean was at a loss as to what to do. He knew that John wouldn't want to be kept alive by machines. That was something John had decided years ago after they lost Mary. It was just something Dean was having a hard time deciding.
He was in the kitchen, they'd ordered in pizza and he was getting out paper plates and cups for drinks. Cas was with him, leaning on the counter, trying to give him space. They hadn't really spoken much about what the plan was going to be if John didn't wake up. They were going to take him out of the coma the next day. Dean had barely slept all week. He hadn't left the hospital much in the last week. Dean cracked a beer and took a long sip.
"What time did they say the pizza would be here?" Dean finally broke the silence.
"We've got about twenty more minutes." Cas told him, and he wondered if he could bring up the fact that John was going to be taken out of the coma. Cas wasn't dealing so well with this, either. It was going to hurt like hell if they lost John, especially after they'd been through so much already. He moved to get a soda out of the fridge. "Dean… are we going to talk about this? I'm not trying to rush you into making any decisions… but we also know that Dad's body accepted the heart. We have to talk about what happens if he doesn't wake up." Cas was still not really sure he understood how that worked, if John's body had already accepted the heart, why he wasn't out of the woods yet.
Cas didn't know what they would do if John was going to be passing on. He knew that Dean wasn't ready for that. None of them were, but Dean was the last one who had been in John's life the longest, now that Bobby and Ellen were gone. Cas grew quiet though as Claire and her girlfriend Julie came into the kitchen. She'd been hanging around, trying to be there for Claire. "Hey, girls." Cas said, sharing a look with Dean that told him they'd talk more later when they could.
Claire looked from Cas to Dean, wondering what they had been talking about. She assumed Grandpa John, but she also knew that they wouldn't tell her if she asked. Claire reached to get some sodas for herself and Julie, as the doorbell rang early. She watched Cas go to get it, and Claire knew it was the pizza. She didn't know what to say, and the tension in the room was high. Claire knew that was because of her father though, since he was the one who had to make the decision as to what to do. Then she decided to ask about Callie, if anyone had been keeping her informed.
"Dad, have you talked to Callie about any of this? I'm not saying that she deserves the chance to put in her two cents." Claire hastened to add, seeing the look on Dean's face. "But you should be trying to let her in on any decisions." Callie was a sister of Sam and Dean, no one had known about her until she spoke up. She was about Claire's age. Callie seemed to be a good person, although Claire had only gotten to talk to her a few times. She didn't think that she'd be allowed to get to continue to get to know her.
Dean wasn't sure that he wanted to let Callie in on what they were being faced with. He sighed and ran his hand across his scruffy chin. Dean looked at her then, his green eyes wide. Hers were blue, it was so weird that she didn't have the Winchester green eyes. It made no sense that she would, since she wasn't one by blood, but it was still weird. "Dad never talked about her, how do we know that he didn't have a fight with her and that's why he never spoke about her? Dad's a cop, he works a lot of hours, he could have been using the working late excuse to go and see her behind the family's back." Dean was really against this, and he didn't know why.
This is when Cas came in with the pizza, and Dean moved to get the paper plates and all for the pizza, also carrying over two two liters of Coke. Dean leaned out to kiss Cas on the lips, welcoming him home. Then he turned to Claire. "Go on and get Frankie and Jamie so we can eat." He said, and she opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. "No, Claire, none of that. We're done talking about it. I will discuss this with your father and that's it. No more." As she walked out of the room with Julie, Dean sighed and leaned against the wall behind the kitchen table, knowing Cas was going to ask him what that had been about, and he also knew that Cas would take their daughter's side.
Finally, Cas found the voice to speak. "Ben's with Jodi, she'll bring him home when they're done visiting with John." Cas told him, his voice quiet, but not quite a whisper. He looked at Dean, who was being a stubborn man, he could tell by the look on his husband's face. "Come on, what's going on? There's something going on, and you know it. You also know that I will bug you until you tell me." Cas leaned out and took one of Dean's hands, Dean trying to fight only a little.
"Come on, Dean, just tell me. We're all going through this process together. You should be able to tell me when something's on your mind."
He squeezed Cas' fingers, and he wasn't sure how to bring it up, especially because he knew that Cas was going to agree with Claire. Finally he sighed and spoke. "Claire thinks that we should call my sister and have her get to say goodbye to Dad, if in fact this is the end." Dean said, surprising himself that he managed to get that out without crying. That was a bad sign, though, it meant that he might be accepting what might happen. Dean didn't like that idea, he didn't want to lose John in any way. Dean sighed again and let Cas pull him into his arms.
"Dean, it's okay. It will be okay. I know you don't think so, but it's gonna be fine eventually. You have a hard decision to make, and I know you don't want to let Callie in because on some level, you don't want to share the responsibility. You don't even want to share it with Sam, but at least you know him, and he has put in the time with your dad. You don't know if Callie has done the same." Cas didn't know what he was going to do if Dean didn't agree with that. But Cas knew that it was true. He stroked Dean's back in concentric circles, Dean liked that when he was upset.
None of what Cas was saying was good as far as Dean was concerned. "If he…. If he doesn't.." Dean couldn't get the words out, he was so upset and tears had filled his eyes. "I can't lose anyone else. I can't. Bobby, Ellen, my mom, I almost died…. Charlie died. It's too much for one person to have to go through." He was still crying when Julie and Claire came back in with the kids. Frankie immediately ran to Dean, Dianna following. She was getting to be a big dog.
Frankie tugged on Dean's pants leg, and he leaned down to look at her. "It's okay, Daddy, Grandpa is going to wake up, I promise." Dean looked at her, not at all sure what he was going to say to that. She put her arms around his neck and hugged tightly, and Dean knew in that hug she was telling him that she was okay with whatever might happen. Dean couldn't believe how mature and precocious she was, Frankie definitely had her mother's smarts. Dean didn't exactly have brains, or at least, it was what he believed about himself.
Dean hugged her back, and somewhere inside himself, he could feel what Frankie and Cas were saying, that they were going to all be okay. Dean lifted her in his arms. "Let's eat, guys." As Dean put Frankie on her booster seat, Cas was putting Jamie in his bouncy chair by the table with a bottle. The baby was to the stage where he wanted to feed himself, and so they had to settle him in with his bottle. He held it with his hands and feet. Chuckling, Dean looked at him, and then met Cas' eyes. Maybe this really was going to be okay.
The following day, Dean and Cas were at the hospital. Jo was babysitting Frankie and Jamie, they loved being around Laura, even if she was still too little to really play. Dean was expecting Sam to come, he'd wanted to be there to see if John was going to wake up when they took him out of his coma. Jodi had wanted to come as well, but then she said she couldn't stand to see John like that, and to call her if he woke up. Dean was standing outside his father's room, he was waiting for the nurses to say that they could come in. He and Cas were both wearing protective scrubs, to keep germs from getting John sick. He was still at risk of getting infection, and then he could get sick, or the body could reject the heart in some way, even though his body had already accepted it.
He sighed, and sipped the last of the coffee they'd gotten on the way to the hospital. Claire and Ben were at school, but Claire had already sent Dean six 'did he wake up yet' texts. He had tried to tell her to stop texting, and they'd let her know when something happened. Dean finally spoke, his throat full of a lump. "Cas…. if Dad doesn't wake up…. I'm doing what he wanted. I'm pulling the plug." Dean didn't like that that was what he had to do, but he also knew it was. John had seen too many people end up living on machines, and what with Dean had been through, he'd decided to be DNR.
Looking over at Dean, and taking his empty cup from him to throw away, Cas looked at him. "You… do you really.." He started to say, but Dean nodded, tears filling his eyes. Cas own eyes welled up, and he reached out to take Dean's gloved hand, and he squeezed his hand. Before Cas could say anything more, Sam was walking up. He looked like hell too. Cas nodded at him, he couldn't hug him just yet, he didn't have the protective scrubs yet. Cas moved to hand the other ones they had to Sam so he could put them on.
Sam put them on, a bit slowly and robotically. He wasn't going to mince words. He knew that they were here to bury their dad. Laura was never going to know her grandfather. Sam looked at Dean, whose eyes were shining with unshed tears. Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. No matter how much preparing that he'd done in order to get ready for this, it still hurt. Sam also knew that Dean wouldn't want him to hug him right now, and so Sam moved to stand next to Cas. He leaned to whisper to Cas.
"He's going to take him off the machines if he doesn't wake up…. Isn't he?" Sam asked, and Cas nodded. Sam let out a soft breath. He didn't know what he was going to do, if that happened. Sam may have been semi prepared, but it was still his dad. Sam wasn't ready to lose him. He accepted the gloves that Cas handed him, and then they were told they could go in one at a time. It was decided that Dean would be the one who would go first.
As he stepped inside, putting on his face mask, Dean had to see his father looking still and frail laying there in the hospital bed. He didn't know what he was going to do if he had to really pull the plug. He went up to the bed, and looked at John. "I am… Dad, I'm so sorry that this happened to you. You… you can't die though, okay Dad? Please…. I can't lose someone else." Dean could feel his eyes welling up again and he did the best he could to hold them back. "Please, Dad. I know that you did the best you could with raising me and Sam. I know that you're upset that Ellen is gone. We are too, that's why we can't lose you."
A pregnant pause, and Dean started again. "Dad, you have grandkids that you have to live for. Frankie and Jamie and Laura are too young, they might not remember you. You have to wake up so that they can get to meet you." Dean couldn't stop crying now, and he was looking down at his father. He had been in Dean's life for his whole life, he couldn't lose him now. Yeah, he had worked a lot when Dean was growing up, and Bobby had had to help, but John had been doing his best by his children. Dean never forgot that, no matter how angry he'd gotten at his dad sometimes. John had only been trying to look out for him and Sam.
As he was moving to go and leave the room, he heard his father's voice say breathlessly, "Callie. I'm… I'm so glad that you're here." Dean looked in front of him, Callie was in protective scrubs and was waving at John and Dean from outside the door. Dean wondered who called her, and he stepped outside, so Callie could go in to visit John, and then he went to his husband and his brother. "Okay, who called her?" Dean asked, his tone cold and low. He wanted to yell but he didn't want to disturb the ICU.
Sharing a look with Sam, it was decided that Cas would take the lead on this. Cas knew who had called Callie, it was Claire. "Claire called Callie. Your daughter, whom you love, called her aunt and asked her to come and see her father before he might die." Cas didn't know how else to say that, and he knew that Dean was angry. "Don't be angry at Claire. I told Claire I thought she should call Callie. She deserves to be here, Dean. We don't know what happened, and she still deserves to be here for her father." Cas knew that Dean should understand that, he'd had his family with him when it had been Dean in that bed.
"You've never had to deal with something like this before. You had your family around when it was you that was dying. You have to give that chance to Callie now. Even if you don't like it, even if you don't want to do it."
The quiet was deafening. Dean stood there, looking at his husband and with a glance at Sam now and then in the next five minutes. It felt like a half an hour. Dean folded his arms, he wanted to make sure that they knew that he was pissed off about this. "I can't… this was my decision to call her or not, because it's my decision to take him off the ventilator or not. Which, by the way, he is awake. I shouldn't tell you, you're being incredibly hard and stubborn right now." Dean watched this news light up their expressions briefly. Dean stepped a step back. "If this wasn't my father, I would leave right now. I won't leave you again, Cas, but I also don't want to stand here with either of you right now, either."
Sam sighed. "Dean, we called her because she had a right to know. If Dad was dying, she deserved the chance to get to make things right with Dad, whatever that might entail." Sam honestly was glad that Claire had called her, she did belong here. Sam sighed. He looked at Dean, not really sure what else to say. He knew that Dean wasn't going to want to listen to any of it right now. Sam met Dean's eye, and he could see the boiling anger there. "Look, Dean, I'm…. you aren't the only one dealing with this! We all are. Callie is our sister, she deserves to be here just as much as we do, no matter how she came into the world."
They were at a stalemate again, and Cas wasn't sure what to say again. He bit his bottom lip carefully, and he wondered what was going to happen. Dean had said that John was okay, so Cas asked about John. "So he woke up?" Cas asked, breaking the silence. They both looked at him, but Dean nodded. Cas let out a breath, that was a good sign. Nurses and doctors moved past him to get inside John's room to do his vitals and check on him since he'd woken up.
Dean folded his arms. "I'm going to talk to the nurses about Dad. Since I'm the emergency contact. You both get out of here. Go get some coffee, text Ben and Claire and let them know that their grandfather is awake." His tone was ice cold, and he wanted them to know how angry he was at them. "We hadn't made a decision about Callie yet, and you went ahead and let Claire call her. I told you I didn't want to her to be here. Now I'm not trying to say that I'm the one who is in charge, but this wasn't your decision!" That last part was louder than he'd meant it to be.
A few nurses and people passing by stopped to look. Dean set his eyes on Cas and then Sam in turn. "You had no right to do that and then not tell me. We are not okay right now." This last part was said deliberately and firmly. Dean glared at them one more time and then went into John's room, to speak to the doctors and nurses.
They both stood there a second more, and Cas looked to Sam. "I'm going to let Claire and Jodi know." He said, his voice small and quiet. Sam nodded and Cas moved off down the hallway, his eyes filling with tears. He hadn't seen Dean so angry in awhile. He was pulling out his phone to text Claire, and she was calling him. It must be lunchtime. Cas hit to answer. "Hey, Claire bear, your grandfather woke up." He said, and she gave a happy squeal on the other end of the phone. Cas knew his voice was shaking, and then Claire noticed and asked him if he was alright.
Then it all kind of came out. "Your dad's really mad because I told you to call your aunt Callie." He said, amd his voice shook hard as he spoke. "I don't know what's going to happen. I've never seen him that angry before." Cas was actually scared, he didn't know what was going to get Dean to calm down. Cas knew he was the one who was right, because Callie did deserve to be here. But Dean was a stubborn Winchester, and he knew that that could equal up to bad.
When he said that Dean was angry, Claire wasn't surprised. "It's gonna be okay, Daddy. Dad never stays mad too long." She told him, toying with some of her long blonde hair. She was skipping geometry, she and Julie were going to make out under the bleachers. Maybe do more, she really needed to get her mind of all of this. Claire was already under the bleachers, waiting for Julie to meet her. "You and Dad are going to be okay, Daddy. You're the one who is right. I know Grandpa wants Callie there. I just feel it. You just need to give him time to see, and adjust."
That was the advice to give, she was sure of it.
Taking this all in, Cas said, "I really hope that you're right, honey." He was quiet a bit, trying to calm down, and then he told her he would update her later, he was going to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat and give Dean some space. Then he hung up. Cas ran his hand through his hair, and the tears started to come for real. He stopped and sat down on a bench, he'd walked far enough from John's room that Dean wouldn't see him. Cas sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands, crying. He didn't know what was going to happen with Dean and it was scaring the hell out of him. Cas knew that him being right wasn't going to come into play until Dean finally realized it, and that was scaring him too.
He couldn't be losing Dean. He knew Dean had said that he wasn't going to leave him again, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't. He'd actually wanted Cas to walk away. That was not a good sign.
For the next couple of days, Dean slept on the couch, when he wasn't at the hospital. He hadn't spoken to Sam or Callie at all, and he was barely speaking to Cas. Dean knew that he had to broach the subject, he knew that they were right, even if he didn't like it. He just wasn't sure that he could right now. He was still so angry. At the moment, Cas had taken Frankie and Jamie to Sam's, they were giving Dean some space, and Dean knew that Frankie wanted to see Laura, and Jamie would be happy when he saw Jo, he loved his aunt.
Ben was with friends at the mall, and Claire and Julie were up in her room. Dean would have had a cow if Julie wasn't a girl. But neither one of them could get pregnant, and he knew that if he wasn't angry with Cas he'd be having sex with him as often as he could to relieve tension. So he got it if Claire was using sex as a stress release. Dean was on the living room couch, watching Will & Grace on television. He had actually started to get into it, it was all Cas' fault. That was when the doorbell rang, and Dean wondered who the hell that was.
When he opened the door, he was shocked to see Callie standing there. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked, folding his arms tightly and glaring at her.
Giving him a patented Winchester look back, Callie looked up at him. She wasn't much older than Claire was, and she was about Claire's height, not very tall. Callie leaned against the doorframe. "Because we need to talk, Dean Henry Winchester." She said, John had told her that she should go over and make Dean talk to her. Callie wasn't one for backing down from a challenge. "And I will have you know, Dad was the one who told me to come over here." She knew that Dean knew that John wanted her to be there, and he was angry about that too.
"Look, he's my dad too, Dean. I know you don't like that idea, but I am his daughter. He didn't know about me till I was 14, and that was only three years or so ago." She was almost 18. Callie brushed blonde hair off her shoulder. "He's been talking to me off and on since then, we're getting to know each other. I asked him not to tell you guys about me until we were sure that we were going to be in each other's lives. I know that you have kids, and I didn't want them to get attached. I was thinking about you and your family, Dean."
All of what she was saying made sense, and Dean hated that it made sense. His nostrils flared as he thought over what she said, and he finally stepped aside so she could come in. She gave him a surprised look and stepped inside. Dean closed the door behind her and led her to the kitchen, getting out two sodas and handing her one. He cracked his open before he spoke. "Look, I know Dad wants you here. I may not like it, but I know it. I also don't doubt for a second that he was the one who told you to come here."
This is when he paused, watching her as she opened her soda nonchalantly and watched him, waiting for him to continue speaking. "I…. I don't know that I'm ready for you to be in my life. I know that it's…. Dad told me what happened the other day. He told me that he didn't know who you were. It's…. I know that my initial gut reaction is wrong now. But that still doesn't mean that I'm ready to adjust to the fact that I have a half sibling." Dean had known that it was always a possibility, accidents happened, and John hadn't exactly been a monk after Mary had died. "I also get that you're trying to protect my kids. For the record, I'm not going to keep them from you. Cas wants you around, and they're his kids too. I don't have the right to tell him he can't make decisions about his own kids."
The fact that he seemed to be backpedaling was amazing to her. Callie had expected a lot more fight than this, but she had to admit, she was glad that he was on board. She would deal with him not being ready to know her yet. The fact that she was going to be able to get to know the kids and Cas was good enough for her. "You don't have to be ready for me. I'm not expecting you to just jump to and be ready. But I want to get to know the kids and Cas. Sam's ready for me to be his sister, and I really like Jo. You're the only one who isn't on board just yet. You don't have to be. I just want to know that you're open to the idea, Dean."
"I want to get to know you. You know that family is what matters to us. Whether you like it or not, we are family."
Before Dean could say anything, Cas arrived home with Frankie and Jamie. Frankie ran for the kitchen, and immediately went to Callie, Dean assumed that she had seen her aunt's car in the drive. Dean met Cas' eyes, and he knew that they needed to talk. "Cas, why don't we let Callie spend some time with the kids for a bit because I need to talk to you for a moment." Dean saw the look on Cas' face, his eyebrows widened and while he looked nervous, he also had a hopeful look on his face. Dean took his arm and led him into the living room, and they sat down on the couch. Dean looked at him, and his eyes brushed with tears as he thought about what he was going to say. Dean had so much he knew that had to be said, and he also knew that he had to apologize to Cas for being so angry lately, he knew that Cas was the one who was right about all of this, even if he didn't want to admit it.
Taking one of Cas' hands, he stroked circles on the back of Cas' hand. "Look. I know that I've been freezing you out lately. I was… I was mad. I still kind of am, but hearing what Callie had to say…. I was already starting to realize that I was wrong, and she was helping me realize it even more. I'm not ready yet for her and I to start being in each other's lives. But I have no right to keep you and the kids from getting to know her." His eyes were starting to leak tears, and Cas reached up with his other hand to wipe them off. Dean looked away for a moment, even though he knew he didn't have to. Cas had seen him like this before, it wasn't news. Turning back to look at him, Dean cleared his throat, there was a lump in his throat.
"I love you, Cas, and I know you've been scared that I was going to leave you. I'm not, okay? I told you I would never leave you again. I can't live without you. And I know that you can't live without me. So neither of us is going anywhere. Besides the fact that we have four kids who need both of their dads."
Cas reached out to wipe tears off Dean's face. John was out of the woods, he was going to be okay. That was at least something that they didn't have to worry about anymore. "I love you so much, Dean. I wasn't trying to hurt you by having Claire let Callie know. I just… it was her right to be there if she was losing her father. I'm sorry that I had to do it that way. I wanted to tell you, but I knew that you would react exactly as you did." They both smiled at that, and Cas laughed a little through his tears. "You don't have to start anything that you aren't ready for. But you know that Dad wants her here. I think you ought to take that into consideration. He is trying so hard to make up lost time with her."
He and John had talked a lot about it when Dean wasn't at the hospital, it had been an unspoken agreement that they wouldn't be there at the same time, even with Ben and Claire to keep an eye on the younger kids. Cas knew that it was because Dean had still been angry and had been trying to come to terms with everything. Cas was quiet a moment as he rejoiced over the fact that Dean was ready to make up. "I appreciate that you are letting me and the kids make our own choice. Frankie loves Callie, they have really bonded when they've been able to see each other."
While none of that was really what Dean wanted to hear, as the stubborn part of him was still insisting that this wasn't the way to do it. But he knew that he had to work past that instinct. Dean leaned out to kiss Cas, deeply and slowly. It had been days since they'd kissed or touched each other. Dean cupped Cas' jaw, slipping his tongue easily into Cas' mouth, which caused his husband to groan. Dean pulled back to breathe, and he looked into those gorgeous blue eyes that reminded him of the sky. "I don't have any right to tell you to not have her in your life. Or the kids. She said that family is what matters to us the most. And she's not wrong, it is something that is the most important to our family."
That was not something that he relished having to admit. Only because it made her right. "You can see her, you can get to know her. Maybe in time I'll be ready too."
Cas ran his fingers across Dean's stubble on his jaw. He loved that Dean had some stubble. Cas liked him with some facial hair. He'd even gone so far before as to have a full beard. Cas was definitely a fan of that, with Dean's flannel it made him look really rugged. "The important thing though is that Dad is going to be okay. We didn't lose him. You are going to get to have your dad around for longer. That is the part to focus on. At least for you. You aren't ready for other things and that's fine. Be happy that you still get to have your dad." Cas told him, and Dean's eyes were filling with more tears, and they fell down his cheeks. Brushing them away, Cas leaned out and kissed some off his cheeks, and then his lips, softly.
"We were prepared to let him go. And he's here, and he's fine. You didn't lose him." Cas knew that that was the part that Dean was still adjusting to. That his dad was going to be around. It was something that they were all glad about, and for some of them it was still sinking in. They were all going to be alright, and that was what Cas thought they should be focused on. "You of all people know how short life is. You almost died. But use that to help you be ready for your views to change."
All of what he said was true. Dean knew that. It wasn't something that he would admit easily, but it was something that he would admit. "I know." He said, his tone soft and his voice shaking a bit. "I am still in awe that I get to keep Dad. And he's using this to retire. There is still the chance that someone he put away will take him out, but he's not going to be in danger every day, in the thick of it." His voice was very quiet, it wasn't something that he did, spoke so quietly. Dean was a lot like John. "I lost almost everyone else. I can't…. I still can't believe that Dad is going to be okay. I had really thought that I was going to have to go on without him."
It was especially poignant for Dean because no one but John before Cas had understood what it had been like for Dean to lose a child. Dean knew that he and Cas were closer because of that. That they both knew what it felt like. John had been the only one that Dean could even talk about it with, which hadn't been often. He wasn't a talk about your feelings kind of person, and John wasn't really either. It was only with the addition of Cas that they had really started to open up about things.
Brushing more tears of Dean's face, Cas said, "Let go, Dean. Just let go, relax. This is something that is good for our family. You are carrying so much, and I know that it's going to be impossible to let it all go. And I don't even remotely expect that. But start letting go of some of this stress. We are out of the woods for now. Start taking some pleasure in that."
Before he could say more, Dean's mouth was on his, and he was pressing Cas back against the couch. Cas gasped against his mouth, but let him. When they broke for air he called out for Callie to keep the kids away from the living room, because this felt like it was going to lead somewhere. Cas moved with Dean, as his husband pressed his body against his, and Cas could feel his husband's cock hardening. It had been too long for both of them, and Cas knew that Dean used sex as a coping mechanism, and since it was monogamous with his husband, Cas didn't see why that was a bad thing.
Dean unbuttoned Cas' jeans, it would be easier and safer if they didn't get fully naked. He pulled Cas' cock out of its denim prison, and then worked his jeans off his ass, and using some of Cas' precum as lube, he lowered himself onto Cas' cock, and began to move his hips. They both gasped, and Dean braced himself on the back of the couch with one hand, and then leaned down to kiss Cas, his other hand moving with his husband's on his own cock. Their long fingers moved together, and Dean groaned long and deep against Cas' mouth. They both reached their climax then, and Dean moaned out Cas' name and knew that they'd have to change clothes.
This is when Ben walked in.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I'd go hungry I'd go back and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Author's note: HA. I finally got this started and posted! I had this started for months, btw. I'm sorry it took so long. Been having a lot of feels lately and this is the result. XD. I hope ya'll were satisfied, and I am not at all doubtful that it might be updated not too long from now, with the way my feels are going. Sorry for the cliffhanger. ;)