"~I kissed a girl and I liked it, taste of her cherry chapstick… I kissed a girl, just to try it, hope my boyfriend don't mind it…~"

"Don't know about your boyfriend, but I'm sure your husband would definitely mind." The husky voice startled Cas, making him nearly drop the plate he had just washed. Swiftly, he turned around to face the man standing in the kitchen archway, smiling smugly at him.

He burst out laughing, even as his cheeks burned with embarrassment at being caught singing and dancing around the kitchen. Especially since it was a Katy Perry song. His husband would always tease him over his music choices.

Whipping his hands on a rag, he met Dean half way, going in for that sweet hello kiss. They had been together for close two years, married for one, but the novelty, the giddiness of being able to just kiss the man he loved was ever-present. "What are you doing home so soon?"

"Been a slow day at the garage, so I thought I might cut work and come see my gorgeous husband. But it seems that he is into girls now and I mhgmg…" Cas cut his teasing with another kiss, this one a little more passionate. His husband deserved it, considering how sweet he was, wanting to spend more time with Cas.

He still remembered the first time he had laid his eyes on Dean. He had been traveling east and the beat up old Lincoln his brother oh-so-kindly provided had broken down in the middle of nowhere with no cell service. He had paced around the car for nearly an hour, and just when he had decided to leave it and start walking, a tow truck had appeared.

Cas had been absolutely captivated by the man that had stepped out of the truck.

The man had introduced himself as Dean, hooked up his car and towed it to his garage. He had fixed it in less than two hours, and wouldn't take Cas' money for the repair. Instead, he had asked Cas out.

What else could he have done, but accept? And somehow, they had started dating, then living together before they had finally tied the knot (though Cas still didn't understand why such a phase was being used for getting married, but he wasn't about to question it). They were happy.

Dean returned the kiss, his hands quickly finding purchase on Cas' hips and drawing him closer. Cas shuddered as his husband pulled him flush against his body, hands slipping to cup Cas' ass. He could feel Dean's bulging erection and he felt his own cock harden in response. It was just that… Dean was a very attentive lover and Cas felt so much when they were together. It was euphoric and addictive and Cas wanted more, wanted it all the time.

The kiss grew more intense as Dean took a few steps forward, guiding Cas towards the dining table. As soon as his ass hit the edge, Dean grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him on the flat surface, while his mouth attacked Cas' neck in an onslaught of kisses. The man drew him close, lining up their crotches perfectly.

"Oh, yeah. Feel that, sweetheart? Feel what you do to me?" Dean cooed, his hot breath eliciting goosebumps. He bit down on his lower lip, but the small whine still managed to get past.

"D-Dean…"

"Yeah, sweetheart? Tell me what you need."

"Y-you. Ah-always you."

"Mgm, so good for me, Cas. So fucking good." Cas whimpered when Dean pulled away, but gasped when the man practically ripped Cas' jeans open. In one swift motion he managed to pull Cas shirt away and kissed across his bare chest, teasing his nipples with his fingers. More sounds spilled out of Cas' lips as one of Dean's hands snuck into his jeans and cupped his throbbing cock.

"Deeaann. P-please…"

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna make me loose my mind." Hearing Cas plead always did something to Dean and today was no exception. His strong hands pulled Cas off the table and spun him around, then pushed his chest down on the table. Dean crouched behind him. A hand gripped his jeans and underwear, ready to jank them down. "I'm gonna make you feel so good sweetheart, gonna lick you and make you– oh, fuck! Fuck, baby, what's this?"

Yes, Cas had planned on being intimate with his husband after dinner and he wanted to surprise him. It didn't work the way he intended, but Cas couldn't complain, even if it meant he won't be feeling Dean' tongue breach him. Instead, he moaned at the completely different sensation.

"When did you buy this? Oh, look how shiny it is… Did you do this for me, sweetheart?" Dean was touching, nudging and finally pulling the stainless steel butt plug that was about an inch thick and a little less than three inches long with a dark green jewel at the end. He started playing with it a little, slowly pulling and letting it slip back inside.

"Y-yes. I, oah… I wanted to be– to be ready for you…" Cas murmured, voice breathy and hitching with every movement of the plug.

"Oh, sweetheart. You really are too good for me. Tell me what you need, I'll give you everything. The stars, the moon, anything."

"I–I want you... I, mgmmm, I want you inside of me. I want your cock, Dean, pleaaase…"

"Fuck, fuck, sweetheart. Turn around, let me see you." Cas did as he was told, turning and leaning back against the table, bracing himself on his hands. His dick stood tall and proud, leaking profusely, and he was probably flushed all the way down to his chest.

"Holy hell, babe. You look… Fuck."

"Not yet you're not." Cas huffed and lifted his hand towards his husband, crooking his finger in a clear invitation. Dean was lightning fast, opening his jeans and shoving them down, then lifting Cas back on the table, lining up and sinking inside of him within a few seconds. Even with the previously applied lube, it burned just a little, just enough to be more pleasurable and to remind Cas who he belonged to.

Dean wasn't always this rough, especially not at the beginning. He had been Cas' first and he had known about it, taking his time to explore this with him. And exploring they had done. They had tried so many things, but Cas liked two best: rutting against Dean while his husband held him in his arms or getting roughly fucked by him while Dean praised him. He really loved to please him.

As usual, Dean set a bruising pace, thrusting into Cas fast and hard, hitting that sweet spot within him every single time. It didn't take long for Cas to feel the heat build up in his gut and soon enough, he was screaming Dean's name, coming explosively, painting them both with his release. Dean buried his head in the nook of Cas' neck, panting while his hips kept snapping forward. The man really enjoyed feeling the moment of Cas' orgasm, the way Cas would clench, making everything tiger and better. Few more thrusts and he too climaxed, filling Cas.

Then he pulled Cas into a fierce kiss that slowly dissolved into something a little more loving. Cher really knew what she was talking about when she sang that it was all in his kiss. The love, the affection, the care, Cas could feel it all when Dean kissed him. There was nothing more divine than the touch of his husband's plump lips.

Dean pulled out but kept Cas' legs up, still wrapped around his hips. Cas looked at him, confused for a moment before he noticed Dean reaching for the plug that he had previously left on the table. The cold metal touched his abused rim making him gasp, but soon enough the sound was replaced by a low moan as Dean inserted the plug back into place.

"There we go." Dean grinned, stepping away, eyes drawn to the plug. Cas had thought the plug would be an interesting addition to their sex life, but only in the matter of keeping him open and prepped for his husband. It never occurred to him that Dean might like to use it to keep his seed still inside Cas, like a mark of ownership. Perhaps it should feel degrading, to be viewed as an object to be owned, but Cas found himself liking the feeling. Like he belonged to Dean.

It was such an incredible feeling, to be connected to another human being in such a profound way. So much different than anything Cas had ever experienced before.

Dean kissed him sweetly and helped him step into his pants before pulling his own back up. They kissed a few more times before Cas finally noticed his own come cooling on his belly and felt the need to wash it off. Kissing Dean one more time, he stepped back and headed towards the bathroom. Dean chuckled and promised to wipe the table with a disinfectant. They were, after all, supposed to be having dinner on it soon.

"The chicken should be about done if you want to help set the plates," Cas said, coming back into the kitchen/dining area. Most of the time Dean worked hard and long hours and Cas would always make sure he had a meal waiting for his husband when he got home. He hoped he would still be able to do that once he started his job as the history professor at the Sioux Falls University.

"Did you make the lemon chicken?" Dean perked up, making Cas smile as his heart filled with delight. He might not know how to make all sorts of intricate meals, but he could still make his husband happy. Dean intercepted his path, snaking his hands around Cas' waist and pulled him close.

Yet another soft kiss, the slow brush of Dean's lips against his, the tingles that coursed through his body; Cas had never felt so much. Never felt as happy as he did now. Playfully, he bit Dean's lip, making the man growl a little, but, much to Cas' dismay, Dean didn't take the bait. Instead, he kept the kiss light, teasing and loving.

The oven pinged, indicating their meal was done. With smiles on their faces they broke apart and while Cas went on to take the chicken out and serve it, Dean set the table. Even if he occasionally grumbled about it, Dean still fetched the salad Cas had made beforehand while Cas carried beer for Dean and apple cider for himself. It was a little weird, most people preferring beer or wine with dinner, but there was just something about the sweet, crisp, bubbly taste of the cider that went great with roasted chicken.

"Anything exciting happen at work today?" Cas prompted, curious about Dean's day. He served the chicken while Dean added the potatoes to their plates.

"Nah. Same old. Bobby's moping around, grumbling about these new cars and all the electric parts and frankly I am right there with him. None of these new cars break down due to some mechanical fault, it's always the board computer or a sensor." Dean looked annoyed, but Cas knew his husband wasn't going to let this deter him.

"You talked about taking that course, have you given it more thought?" Cas asked as he cut into his piece and then took a bite. It was perfectly delicious.

"Yeah, there are some more details to work out, but I have to take it if I plan on working on those and not just the classics. Good thing there are still plenty of people who drive old crappy cars." Dean was smiling widely and Cas gave him a not-so-heated glare.

"Hey, if it wasn't for my old crappy car, we never would have met. You can say what you want about him, but he still gets me from point A to point B just fine."

"He?" Dean lifted this brow in question, his next bite hanging in the air.

"Yes, I have decided to name my car. His name is Lincoln and–"

Thunderous laughter cut Cas off and he tried to narrow his eyes in a stern glare, but his heart just wasn't into it. There was just something magical about the way Dean laughed, the sound bringing just as much joy to Cas as his words amused his husband. He simply could not help the smile that tugged at his lips.

"Oh, boy, that's– that's just so… Oh my god, Cas." Dean was still calming down, eyes sparkling and Cas just shrugged.

"What? Baby gets to have a name, but not my car?" He pretended to pout, but the smile on his face gave him away. They both started laughing again and only toned down once Dean lifted his hands in surrender. It was hilarious, but Dean was clearly going to respect that, so Cas dropped it. They ate in a pleasant silence for a little while before Dean spoke up.

"You excited about next week?" Excited was one way to put it. Terrified was another. He was supposed to start his new job, a teaching position at the SFU that Sam, Dean's brother, helped him get. He knew history, maybe even better than a lot of historians, but it was the students and the teaching part that made him nervous. Stepping in front of a whole amphitheater full of people and talking for over an hour was a little… anxiety-inducing.

"I–will be okay," he breathed out and flushed a little when Dean looked at him fondly. His husband was well aware of his unease and tried to tell him more than once that he would, in fact, do okay. That he believed in him and that he knew Cas could do this.

"Yeah, you will. And if you feel like it's all too much, you can always imagine that everyone was sitting there in their underwear."

"Dean!" Cas was surprised and a little mortified; he had no desire to picture his students in such a compromising state. Logically, he knew this was related to the frequent nightmares people in his position had, but he couldn't see any purpose in doing the reverse.

"What? Worked for SpongeBob." Dean simply shrugged and went back to his meal. Cas took a few breaths, stomping down the hysterical laugh that wanted to burst out of him and then took a sip of his cider. It was really refreshing and so perfect to wash down the chicken.

"I would rather use other calming and distracting methods, such as looking over my notes or writing the dates on the board. Besides. There is only one person I want to imagine in their underwear. Or maybe even without." The twinkle was back in Dean's eyes and yet, Cas felt his cheeks heat up again. He wasn't used to this kind of talk, but he loved it when Dean did it, so he tried to be… more playful.

"Well, if that keeps you cool and collected during class, then by all means… Just make sure you don't get a boner." Cas managed not to spray the cider all over the table, directing it to the side in the last possible minute. The coughing fit that followed did nothing to diminish the glare he threw at his husband for waiting for him to take a sip of his drink before saying that.

It also made Cas squirm in his seat a little, the plug sending a pleasant tingle to his groin. And of course, Dean noticed, smirking at him across the table.

Soon after, they finished their meal and both got up to clear the table. They would always wash the dishes together and then spend the rest of the evening together before going to bed. Sometimes they would go out, but mostly they stayed in and watched movies and shows or played cards - Cas was getting really good at poker.

Just as they managed to bring all the dishes into the kitchen, Cas felt a strange chill wash over him. It was only a momentary feeling, and nothing he could really describe or even understand, so he ignored it. Dean was being his playful self and started spraying Cas with water, making him retaliate with suds. Dean was the first to surrender, laughing and leaning in to set a kiss on Cas' lips.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Who could it be at this hour?" Cas mused, looking out into the hallway as if that could give him an answer.

"I'll go check."

"You just want to get out of drying duty," Cas said with a smile, trying to shake the gnawing feeling he couldn't decipher.

"I would never!" Dean shouted as he left the kitchen, trying and failing to sound appalled. A few minutes passed, or maybe it just seemed like that to Cas. That feeling only grew, making Cas think something was wrong. Snagging a rag, he wiped his hands as he stepped out of the kitchen, following Dean. Dean just barely reached the door and peered through the curtain on the window.

"Little kid in some kind of a uniform. Looks like girl scouts. Huh." He opened the door to reveal a little blond girl in a green attire covered with badges and patches. She was holding a box of what seemed to be cookies and there was a little red wagon behind her, filled with the same kind of boxes. Dean smiled at her. "Hey there. You selling cookies, little lady?"

She smiled brightly at him, innocent and sweet, and in the next instant she blinked, her eyes going completely white. Thankfully, before Cas could even react properly Dean stepped back just as a gust of wind forced itself into their home, breaking all the windows in the front. Black smoke rushed forth, but Cas was already moving, taking the decorative candle stick he kept in the hallway and brought it through the smoke, making the whole thing decapitate with a loud shriek.

"C'mon!" Dean shouted, grabbing Cas by the arm and pulling him towards the back of the house, into the living room. Too focused on trying to dismantle the candlestick into its original form, Cas didn't notice what Dean was doing until his husband shoved something small and metallic into his hand, then squeezed it into a fist. His eyes were ablaze, cold and filled with the kind of anger Cas had never seen before. "Do not drop this!"

Cas unfurled his hand only to find a bracelet with small charms on it, all of them symbols Cas recognized. Protections from evil spirits, curses and possessions, blessings for good fortune and safe passages on the travels, symbols that evoke strength and courage. But how would Dean…

Looking up, Cas finally noticed Dean pulling apart their decorative liquor cabinet that he bought, pulling out two guns, a big knife, two bottles of water and a rosary. "Fuck, fuck! Should've listen to Bobby, set the freaking salt line, fuck!"

Dean was muttering to himself while taking the weapons, tucking the guns into his pants and the knife into his boot. Cas' eyes fixated on his husband's footwear, remembering how much he had always chastised him for not taking his shoes off when he got home. Glancing at his bee slippers he realized that perhaps he should not have done that. Meanwhile, Dean picked up the water bottles, muttering under his breath as he seemed to take a moment to decide that to do.

Why wasn't he freaking out?

"Here, take this. If anyone comes anywhere near you, spray them with the water, but try to preserve it. I–" Dean's words were cut off by a loud crash coming from the kitchen, the sound snapping Castiel out of his daze. His eyes snapped to meet Dean's and he picked up the rosary, leaving the bottles that most likely contained holy water.

At least he hoped. All the signs were pointing at a notion Castiel didn't want to entertain now, having more pressing issues to deal with.

Before Dean could react properly, two people stepped into the living room, one of them a burly man in a suit and the other a tall, skinny guy in a farmer's outfit. Both men paused long enough to send them a smirk and for their eyes to slide into black before they charged back. "Cas, get–"

Ignoring his husband, Castiel took two steps towards the men, dodged the swing of the bulkier one and kicked the skinnier one so that he lost his footing. The brute nearly lost his balance and was forced to step forward, giving Castiel the opportunity to twirl around and stab him in the back with the blade that used to be a candlestick. Castiel turned to the scrawny guy, blade in hand and ready.

"Get down!" Dean shouted, and Castiel complied with momentary movement, making the incoming splash of water miss him by an inch and land on the faces of the two people that just entered the room from the hallway. They gave a long screech, their faces burning a little as if the water in the bottles was acid. Unaffected, Castiel used the momentum of his ducking to bring the skinny guy down and thrust his blade into his chest.

The demon within screamed, its essence flickering a few times before it completely diminished.

"Fuck!" Dean cursed and Castiel lifted his gaze to find his husband charging at the two incomers, but instead of landing a punch, he ended up flung across the room, landing down by the liquor cabinet. Before the men could reach him, Castiel stepped into their path, slicing one with his blade and catching the other one's jaw with his rosary wrapped fist. It left quite an impression.

Muttered sounds came from behind him and Castiel turned to see Dean upping the volume on his phone, the words of a well known exorcism spilling into the room. It made the demons grunt, but it only slowed them down and with the incoming new swarm of black smoke, Castiel calculated it was best for them to retreat.

"Kitchen, now." He shouted, keeping his eyes on the demons as he sensed his husband moving behind him. More people stormed into the living room, and Castiel might not be as powerful as he used to be, but he would try and take them all, if necessary. Thankfully, Dean's quick thinking made the demonic advances cease as he grabbed the salt and spilled a line right at the entrance of the living room. It wouldn't hold them for long.

Two more bursted into the kitchen through the window, a woman and an old man, their steps slightly slowed by the reciting exorcism still playing on Dean's phone. Castiel moved towards them, but then two more came from the back door, forcing him to split his focus. Thankfully, Dean was a little more efficient with his next punch, the same kind of charm he gave Castiel wrapped around his fist like improvised brass knuckles.

Castiel moved, dodging and landing hits like a well trained soldier he was. He managed to kill one demon and subdue the other, when he saw Dean struggling with one much larger than them both. Without a second thought, Castiel called out his husband's name and threw him his blade. Dean caught it expertly and plunged it into the demon's chest, but Castiel didn't get to see the demon go down as another slammed into him, pushing him all the way towards the kitchen counter.

They struggled, the demon trying to choke him, but Castiel managed to remain calm, got a good grip on the demon's hand and twisted it until the demon released him. Turning around, he grabbed the demon by the neck and shoved him face down into the sink filled with water and suds, murmuring a blessing as the rosary slid from his wrist, touching the water enough to make it all effective. The water started boiling, the demon struggling and trying to free himself. As soon as Castiel released his hold, the man's head snapped back, mouth falling open and dark smoke leaving his body.

Six more charged into the room through the hallway.

Both knew they wouldn't be able to fight them off, so when Dean shouted his name and motioned for the backdoor, Castiel listened. He stepped right over the salt line Dean was hurriedly drawing to slow the others and paused to allow his husband to catch up.

Outside they were even more exposed, so they needed to hurry and get out of there fast. Castiel assumed well that Dean would want to take his car, which was currently parked in the driveway. Where all the demons were, the little blond girl included. Castiel was pretty sure it was Lilith, the first demon and Lucifer's favorite. She always preferred young, innocent vessels, hiding behind the image of purity.

"What the mgmnn–" Castiel stopped Dean, pulling him flush against the wall and placed a hand over his mouth to shut him up. Still pinning him, Castiel glanced around the corner to see over a dozen people - demons and the little girl, all standing there, waiting. He had no idea what they wanted or rather who they were after, but it didn't matter. They needed them gone if they ever wanted to reach the car.

"Shh. They are out there. We need a distraction." Dean's eyes narrowed as he watched him, so cold and void of any affection they would usually carry. For the first time since the demons invaded their home, Cas felt a little insecurity seep into his mind, but he quickly pushed it down, needing to focus on saving them both now.

"You blessed the sink water, think you could do it with the sprinklers too?" Dean's glare didn't waver, but neither did Castiel's resolve. He nodded, squeezing the rosary in his hand. Dean glanced down to Castiel's hand and then to his own, to the blade Castiel gave him. He inspected it for a second then looked back up at Castiel, most likely waging how much he could trust him.

Finally, he handed over the blade, mouth set into a thin line and eyes filled with wariness. Without a word, he turned and opened the panel that controlled the sprinkler system. Castiel moved to the shaft, opened the cover and curled his hand around the pipe, muttering a quick prayer and repeating it in Enochian just in case.

A minute later the water started spraying, the demons ignoring it until it reached their skin. With shouts, they ran into the house, giving Dean and Castiel a clear path to the car. They made a break for it, getting in as fast as they could. While Dean started her up and put into gear, Castiel turned around to look at the house.

There, on the porch, stood the little blond girl, her creepy white eyes filled with childlike curiosity followed the car as they drove away.