Another one edited. Still sticking to the rules.
Cas sighed deeply. He was exhausted.
Lisa's case had come to trial, and he and Dean decided to be present for the whole thing. Not just as a witness/victim, but also to close off that chapter once and for all.
Dean had been a bundle of nerves, and Cas had to do his utmost to calm him down.
Especially when Lisa had once again called Cas a filthy faggot. Dean had seemed ready to jump over the benches and throttle her.
Not that Cas minded if she got hurt, but his amazing Dean shouldn't have to do jail time for the likes of her.
Especially with what Gabriel had uneathed about her, which was just the tip of the mountain of crap.
Dean crept into the bed and kissed him softly.
"Night, angel. Love you."
Cas smiled into the kiss. He could feel Dean's fatigue in it, and it matched his own.
"Goodnight, Dean. Love you too. Sleep. You are beat."
Dean kissed him once more, then snuggled down.
He was out in minutes.
Cas wasn't as lucky. His mind did not want to shut up about the 'what ifs' and 'maybes' and 'could have, would have, should haves' that were tied in with Lisa.
He finally managed to slip off to dreamland, but was soon woken by moans and whispers from his love.
"Cas! No.. no, Càs!" Shit. A nightmare... the trial must have broken Dean's hold on those.
Cas switched on the nightlight, and was shocked to see a tear running down Dean's temple.
"Dean... Dean... wake up!" Cas tried, but to no avail.
The moans had turned to quiet sobs of his name.
Just "Cas... Cas... Cas..." over and over. Soft, broken and heart-shattering.
Desperate, Cas scooted closer.
"Dean... you're having a nightmare! Please... wake up!" he plead and kissed Dean on the cheek.
Dean stilled and his eyes opened, emerald shimmering under the tears.
"Cas..." he gasped, relief, sorrow and worry all rolled up in one syllable.
Cas pulled him close, kissed his brow in consolation.
"I'm here, Dean. I'm safe." he promised, wanting nothing more than for Dean to respond.
Dean turned and kissed him desperately.
Feeling this was not the way, Cas let his love spill into how he kissed back.
Finally, Dean relaxed and a soft sigh escaped him.
They kissed for a while and slowly the kisses started to gain heat.
When Dean pressed his warm lips to the scar in Cas' neck, an unheeded need bubbled to the surface.
That scar, that thin, white line on his neck... it made Cas feel tainted. Tainted by the hate and bigotry Lisa had.
"Dean..." he begged softly. "Mark me. Right there... make me yours again!"
Thankfully, Dean understood and he sucked, kissed and nibbled right on the scar, the sensitive tissue sending lightning racing down Cas' spine.
"Yes..." he gasped, pressing Dean's head closer to his neck to get more, feel more.
Soon the tenderness gave way to want, and what Dean mostly wanted was to touch Cas, it seemed.
His hands were all over, touching, feeling, making certain Cas was there, and alive.
Cas understood. This wasn't the first time Dean dreamt he had been too late.
So his hands were comforting, reassuring and confirming that, yes, they were still good.
The whole thing was amazing. Cas knew he was touch-affectionate, like Dean, but this was one big make out session, but without the hurry, the desperation to get to the finish.
Dean's hands somehow ended up at the waistband of Cas' boxers and Cas knew he did want to get to said finish, but he still wasn't in a real hurry.
They took their sweet time, making tender love.
"Shit... Cas..." Dean punched out, after lying still on top of his love for a while.
Laughing was difficult, but Cas managed it.
"Hm. I quite agree..." he rumbled, mind still cloudy.
Dean seemed hung up on something though.
"That... I... we... we made..." he stuttered out, seemingly unable to get his ducks in a row.
Amused, Cas decided to let him off the hook.
"We made love. I know. And it was amazing. Every time with you is amazing, Dean, but this was..." His voice faded out, unable to describe truely what they had just done.
Dean rubbed his head against Cas', like a kitten.
"Yeah... different. I love you, Cas. I... I need you."
The way Dean intoned that last bit, showed his undying love more than the actual words before it, and Cas had to kiss his hair with a hum, or he would have proposed marriage right then and there.
Surely Dean wouldn't want to even think about marriage. Lisa was still fresh on both their minds and...
Dean tried to lock their eyes, even pushed himself up to do so.
That needed Cas' attention more than his internal angsting.
"Cas... will you marry me?" Dean asked, green eyes wide and sincere.
Wait... what? But... he just broke up with... but he also said, months ago that Lisa had nothing on Cas. That Dean loved Cas so much more than he'd ever thought he loved Lisa...
Eyes stinging with happy tears, Cas gasped out his answer.
"Dean... Yes... YES!"
He hugged his fiancée close and kissed him wherever he could reach.
After a bit, Dean pushed off again, looking back into Cas' eyes, his demeanor serious.
"One thing, Castiël Novak." Dean adamantly stated.
Curious, Cas waited for him to go on.
"You wear that sexy, black coat on our wedding day!" Dean commanded.
Cas doubled over laughing.