Dean had a blast tonight, he really did. A serious hangover was in store for he, Sam, Eileen, and Cas in the morning. And he was so thankful to have everything the way it should have always been for them.
He yawned, and stretched in such a way, Cas dramatically threw himself horizontal on the couch.
"If you stretch a mile, you have to walk back..." Cas laughed.
"No..." Dean groaned. "That crap, stops now." Dad jokes were the worst.
"Guess I'm not a funny drunk, then." Cas always wondered, when he was an angel, what kind of drunk he would be.
"I think it's time we turn in for the night." Sam announced. He focused on Eileen. "You can have the bed, if you want." He said shyly. "I don't sleep much..."
Eileen put her hands over his to stop him. "Come on, silly. Night, guys."
"Night." Dean and Cas said simultaneously. Dean gave Sam a thumbs up as he watched them go to his bedroom, and again that fear came up on him.
Where would Cas sleep?
His thoughts ceased when Cas kissed him on the cheek. "You need to get some sleep, it's-" He failed to find a clock anywhere, but looked at his wrist. "A freckle past a hair..."
"Ok, yeah...let's go..." Dean shook his head. Cas was going to be more of a handful than ever before, he realized.
Dean let Cas shower first, and he found it so cute that Cas sang in the shower. He would never tell him he was loud enough that Dean might as well have been in there with him, but...
"That felt amazing." Cas sighed. "Why do ever leave that place?"
"Because we'd be wrinkled up before we hit 30..." Dean smirked.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense...enjoy your shower!"
"Thanks, Cas..." Dean said as he stepped inside, Cas heading out.
When Dean got out, he was stunned to see Cas in bed reading a book.
"Feel better?" Cas cocked his head to the side.
"Uh, yeah, great..." Dean's heart was pounding out of his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...nothing...it's nothing..." Dean slowly approached the bed.
"Dean..." Cas gave him a look.
"Are you sure about this?" Dean whispered, as if he was in trouble.
"Of course, Dean." Cas nodded. "If you don't want to, we don't have to. I...oh..." Realization dawned on Cas' face. He shook out of it. "Whatever you want is fine, I promise. The couch is very comfortable."
Everything was comfortable and enjoyable to Cas. Within the first few hours of him as a human, Dean loved watching Cas explore and admire everything that had to do with being a human. Things he took for granted. It was sweet.
"No, no, it's not that...it's..." His nerves were getting the best of him.
Cas placed his hand on the opposite side of the bed. "Come on..."
Dean walked over and sat on the bed, his eyes never leaving Cas, still asking for permission. When he sat down, Cas kissed him. Dean relaxed, focusing on Cas being with him, and the fact that yes, they both loved each other and always had but never realized and never told the other because both of their communication skills needed some work.
A moment later, Dean found himself on top of Cas, kissing him all over his gorgeous face, his fingers running through his dark hair. Scratching his nose against Cas' scruff made him want more, but he slowed down, because this was a precious moment he did not want to mess up.
"Dean..." Cas moaned. He held on Dean's bare back for dear life, wondering when Dean took his shirt off...or did he do that?
"Cas..." Dean replied, feeling very close to his climax. "Just, if you don't want to do this,"
"No." Cas interrupted. "All I want is you..."
And then it happened. They both never felt so good with each other. Dean rolled over and was panting, covered in sweat and himself and Cas, and it was so exhilarating.
Why did he wait this long? Cuz he's an idjit, he could practically hear Bobby say.
"I love you..." Dean said, cupping Cas' face.
Cas kissed his hand, placing his own over his. "I love you too, Dean Winchester..."
They fell asleep in each other's arms, finally content and happy with each other. And Dean was not scared anymore. There was no more worry of rejection. There was just him, and Cas.
As it should be...