AN:: So, I promised to have this out before the new episode and I'm a day late, sorry guys. TBH, I hope this chapter makes up for it. I'll be posting a longer one on my AO3, it includes the sex scene which is cut from this. If you don't want the sex scene or are too young (tbh, that's just peoples opinion, you wanna read it, go for it, because I can't tell you not to if you're underage) then feel free to read this version. I don't think the scene is too great tbh because I haven't written many sex scenes and there's not much that's going to be missed if you don't read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural characters nor do I own the two songs that are featured in this chapter, those songs are owned by Blake Shelton and The Scorpions.
It had been three months since Dean and Cas had officially started dating.
Sam and Jess had left for Stanford two months ago, after many reassurances from Castiel that he would make sure Dean rested and didn't strain himself. With the wedding prep going on and them still in college, they didn't need to worry about Dean running off and hurting himself again.
It helped that Sam and Jess had given Dean a very important job for the wedding.
He was in charge of the music.
"Cas, ya don't understand!" Dean said, sighing and plopping down onto the couch beside Castiel, "If I don't have the perfect songs then it'll ruin everythin! Not only that but I got some special ones I wanna play and I don't want them to throw everythin off so I gotta make the playlist flow right. I can't go from slow songs to upbeat all the sudden, there's gotta be a transition."
Castiel sighed and looked at Dean from the corner of his eye, "Dean, I'm sure whatever you pick will be alright. They wouldn't have put you in charge of the music if they thought that you wouldn't be able to take care of it."
"They're getting married in a month Cas." Dean groaned.
"Have you found a band to play?" Castiel asked, looking back down at his book. He and Jess had been discussing flower arrangements and he was looking up pricing and shipping rates. His little shop didn't have all of them, though most were there.
"Yeah, a buddy of mine has a band that's pretty good. I sent Sammy some of their music and he seemed to really like it." Dean said, sighing and leaning his head on Castiel's shoulder, "But I still wanna find some special songs for them."
Castiel sighed and placed a kiss on the top of Dean's head, "You'll figure it out. You always do."
Around that time, Emma and Claire stepped into the house.
"Dad!" Emma yelled, running into the living room and jumping onto the couch beside Dean, "We have a concert coming up at school and they said that we could sing a song with our parents if they wanted. Please!"
Dean blinked and looked over at Claire, who shrugged, "The choir teacher said it was alright, as long as there weren't too many. Only five people actually took a form."
"You didn't get one for Cas?" Dean asked, confused.
Castiel snorted, "I sound like a dying cat when I sing Dean, I doubt anyone wants to hear that."
Claire nodded, "It's true. Humming he can do, singing? Not so much, that's more Uncle Gabe's forte."
Emma looked up at Dean again and tugged on his shirt, giving him the puppy eyes that she had learned from Sam, "Please Daddy?"
Dean cursed Sam for teaching her that, sighing, "Alright, I'll sing a song with you, but it has to be one we agree on."
"Yay!" Emma shouted, throwing her arms around Dean, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"When's the concert anyways?" Dean chuckled and hugged her back.
"It's in two weeks!" Emma said, smiling.
Dean nodded, "Why don't you and Claire go up to your room and do your homework? I'll get dinner ready."
"Okay! Come on, Claire!"
"Claire, we'll be leaving in a few hours to go back home. Make sure you have all your things before we leave." Castiel said, looking back at his book.
"Right dad." Claire said, rolling her eye and following Emma upstairs.
"Sometimes I wonder if it was a good idea for you to put Emma in the same middle school as Claire." Castiel said with a sigh.
"Eh, it'll be good for them. Besides, that means they can get off at the same bus stop and Claire and her can walk home from there." Dean said, pushing himself up off the couch. "Anyways, wanna help with dinner? It's gonna be spaghetti."
Castiel nodded, putting his books on the coffee table and following Dean into the kitchen. It wouldn't hurt to step away from things for awhile.
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"Emma," Dean said, knocking on the frame of her open door. "Ya figure out what song ya wanna do?"
Emma nodded and grabbed her ipod. It was around eight and Castiel and Claire had left not long ago. "I picked this one because I know you like the band and this is one of my favorites!"
Dean walked over and sat on the edge of her bed as she hooked up her ipod and soon the soothing vocals of Klaus Meine were washing over them. Emma climbed onto the bed and sat beside Dean, who pulled her into his side. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the music.
When it came to an end Dean opened his eyes and looked down at Emma, "I think that'll work."
"Do you think you could play the guitar too? You haven't in a while but it'd be great..." Emma said, smiling.
Dean chuckled, "Sure, it shouldn't be a problem."
Emma hugged him tightly, "Thank you daddy..."
Dean leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Alright, bedtime Emma."
Emma pouted, "Can't I stay up a bit longer?"
"Nope, not gonna work. You have school tomorrow." Dean said, "Besides, I'll make you french toast for breakfast if you go to bed now."
Emma perked up, "Really?"
"Really." Dean replied, chuckling as Emma scrambled to get into bed. He leaned over and tucked her in, brushing her hair out of her face, "Night, Em."
"Night daddy!" Emma said, kissing Dean's nose, causing him to laugh, before snuggling down in her blankets.
Dean stepped out of the room and closed the door softly before sighing. He'd need to dig the guitar out again and he wasn't looking forward to that. He hadn't played it since they moved back to Lawrence a few years ago. Being so close to the old house, he didn't really feel like having another reminder of his parents, his mother more than his father really.
He sighed again before heading towards his room; it was closer to the attic door. It was one of those drop string doors, the ones with the ladders? He knew that Emma would find a way to get up there if she was near it so he'd purposely took the room near it so that he wouldn't have to worry about it.
There was a lot of old junk stored up there. Most of the pictures and books from the old house were up there, along with various things he and Sam had collected over the years living in apartments. He also had a lot of Emma's old clothes and toys up there because there just wasn't anywhere else to put them and he wasn't ready to get rid of it.
He grabbed hold of the string and pulled, avoiding the door and the stairs that fell down, before climbing up into the attic.
There was a good layer of dust on everything. Granted, he hadn't been up there since they moved into the house. Stepping into the room was a mess, dust flying everywhere and not being able to find the light so there was a lot of flailing around trying to find the string to the single bulb that hung in the middle of the room.
Maybe coming up there when it was dark out wasn't the best of ideas.
He finally got the light flicked on and looked around. The light was dim, but enough that he could get an idea of what was in the room.
There were boxes stacked to the ceiling in some places and others they were just scattered about and just out of the ring of light was the guitar case.
He walked over and pulled it down off the boxes, dusting it off as he did. The case was beat to hell, scuff marks all over it, a few dents here and there, even some places where there seemed to be a chunk taken out of it, though it didn't go all the way through.
He chuckled as he brushed all the dust off of it and spotted the Beatles sticker that had been stuck on it years ago by his mom.
He looked around and spotted a box that looked decently clean and took a seat.
He opened the case and smiled as he gently pulled the guitar out. It was a 1962 Gibson Dove with sunburst, looked damn near like the one Elvis had at one point in his life. He remembered his dad telling him about it. His grandpa, Henry, had gotten it as a present from his wife, Millie. Apparently it was something he'd been wanting for a while but never really had the money to get or the time to learn.
Millie had gone out and gotten a metal plate, about two inches long and about an inch wide, engraved; For the light in my life, love your moon. It was kinda cheesy in his opinion but knowing that his grandparents had been so in love always made him smile.
His dad had gotten it in '65, after Henry died in a car wreck, faulty breaks. He hadn't known how to play it until he was talking about it just sitting around to one of his coworkers at the shop when he was sixteen and the guy offered to teach him. After that, he'd taken to it like a duck to water.
He remembered John talking about Millie always wanting him to play when he had the time, and he always took time out of his day to play for her. It had been something that they shared up till John met and fell in love with Mary. Then it was something all three of them shared up until Mary died.
When she died, John hadn't wanted a thing to do with it. He'd stored it away at Millie's house and left it there till she died.
Dean had been seven when Millie, his grandma, had died. He hadn't known her all too well, but it was still a punch in the chest. She had been family and John was all too quick getting rid of everything. He'd rushed through the funeral, a cremation with the ashes spread at Henry's grave, and had the house sold with all the furniture left in it. The pictures and any heirlooms were placed in a storage locker, the cheapest that John could find, and he almost threw the guitar out but Dean had begged him for it.
It was something that ended up working for them in the later years.
Dean was a lot like John when it came to the guitar. The notes just made sense to him and he could pick up a tune to a song after listening to it just a few times. There had been times where John's bounties hadn't covered everything they needed so he had taken Dean to the streets to play some songs. It hadn't been the best but it had brought money in when they really needed it.
The sunburst was just as faded as he remembered, hands having rested in the same place for years, and it was highly out of tune. The mother of pearl in the bridge was a little faded, a quick polish would bring back the shine, and the inlays on the neck and body needed a good cleaning as well.
All in all, it wasn't something that would draw the eye of many people with how it looked. It may have been beautiful when it had been new, hell, it still was beautiful. But there are many types of beauty in the world and a dirty, untuned guitar wouldn't make the cut to anyone who didn't know the real value in it.
He fiddled with the tuners until he was getting a good sound out of it when he strummed and hummed in satisfaction. He'd need to pick up some new picks and some new strings, probably steel ones. The strings that were on it were pretty frayed and really needed a change, and the steel ones had a nice solid sound to them when plucked.
He frowned. He'd need to play it constantly for the next bit. He still had calluses on his fingertips from the years he had played but he needed to work on his dexterity. The song wasn't that difficult to play but he'd need to work on playing while singing, since he hadn't done that since he had recorded those songs for Emma's Ipod.
He had a lot of work to do, but it was for his little girl, and if it made her smile, well, he'd deal with any of the consequences.
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It was time for the concert. Sam and Jess had flown in from Stanford the day before and Emma hadn't stopped talking about the concert.
Dean, on the other hand, just wanted it all to be over.
"Seriously, though, I'm dyin here! I didn't know there'd be so many people! I thought it was gonna be a small thing!" Dean said as they walked into the gymnasium where the concert was being held.
"Dean, this is anything but a small school. What made you think it was going to be a small thing?" Sam asked, walking beside his brother since Castiel and Jess were discussing flowers again. "It'll be fine."
"What if it isn't though? What if I mess somethin up and Emma hates me for it?" Dean asked, looking at Sam, "I can't do that Sammy, I can't have Emma hate me."
"Dee, calm down." Sam said, pulling him over to the side, "Emma would never hate you, and you know that. You're just worrying like you always do when it comes to stuff like this."
"Sammy, people in this town already hate me. Hell, the only reason anyone comes to the shop is because they know I know what I'm doin! Like, twenty people in this town actually like me and the others just think I'm some punk with tattoos who thought it was a good idea to open up his daddy's shop. I don't want people hatin Emma because of me..." Dean said, looking down with a sigh.
"Look. You're going to go up there on that stage, and you're going to sing with your daughter. Out of everyone here, only Emma and I know what you sound like so people are going to be expecting you to sound like crap and they're probably going to judge you before you even step up on that stage. But Emma is looking forward to this and you're doing this for her, not all those other people. Now, stop stressing out because there's no way you're going to disappoint Emma. Now, the concert's about to start. Let's go find Jess and Cas." Sam said, punching Dean's shoulder lightly.
Dean rolled his eyes before smiling, "Thank's, Sammy."
"Don't worry about it, jerk."
"Bitch."
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"Give the choir a hand! Didn't they do fantastic?" Amy Pond, the choir teacher, shouted, clapping her hands and smiling out at the crowd as everyone cheered. "Now that the main part of the concert is completed, we have a special section to show you all! I have allowed the students to request their parents to join them in a song and sent out permission slips. Five student's accepted the slips and only two returned them. I'd like Gideon Kaine's mother to come up as they will be the first performers tonight."
Dean's eyes widened when he heard how many people had actually accepted, "Are you kiddin me?! Only two of us?"
"Dean, calm down." Sam said, rolling his eyes once again as the Kaine's started their song; some country duet that a lot of the crowd seemed to know.
"Don't tell me to calm down, Sammy! I thought I was gonna see more parent's up there embarassin themselves before I had to go up there!" Dean muttered, running a hand through his hair in a nervous guesture.
"Dean," Castiel said, placing a hand on Dean's thigh, "You'll do fine. I'm sure you're much better than I am. I wasn't kidding when I said I sound like a drowning cat when I attempt to sing"
Dean snorted, "If anyone sounds like a drownin cat, it's me."
"You do not, Dean." Sam said, glaring at his brother, "You sing just fine. Now get your ass up there. It's your turn."
Dean paled but stood and headed for the front when Amy called him forward.
It was a struggle to push back all the hateful whispers as he headed up there. Emma's grin was the only thing keeping him from turning tail and running back to the Impala.
"Emma tells me that you'll be doing most of the singing?" Amy said, smiling at him.
"Uh, yeah, that's right." Dean said, wincing as his response echoed across the gym.
"Do you need anything?" Amy asked.
"Another mic. I'll be playin the guitar and I'm not sure if it'll be picked up." Dean said, picking up his guitar case and smiling as Emma ran up and gave him a quick hug and a quiet thank you.
"Here you are, Mr. Winchester!" Amy said, bringing the mic over to a stool that Emma had drug over.
Dean nodded and adjusted it so it would catch the guitar notes perfectly before adjusting the one he would be singing into. He took a deep breath, looking back over to Emma before looking out at the crowd. "This song we're gonna be playin is one that my dad use to play for my mom when I was little and I use to play it for Emma before movin back here. I'm sure most of y'all will recognize it."
He took another deep breath before nodding to Emma, "One, two, three."
He strummed the guitar, the notes coming to him quickly as the song flowed in his mind. It was usually accompanied by more instruments but the guitar would have to suffice.
He opened his eyes, catching Castiel's, as he began the song, "Wise man said, 'Just walk this way, To the dawn of the light. The wind will blow into your face, As the years pass you by'. 'Hear this voice from deep inside, It's the call of your heart, Close your eyes and you will find, Passage out of the dark'."
His voice flowed from him, washing over all those listening and shocking them into silence. Most were astonished that a man that everyone saw as some punk ass hick was able to sing so smoothly. His voice was just the right mix of deep, but not too deep, and smooth as silk. The words didn't seem to have any trouble flowing from his tongue and it awed everyone.
Emma's voice was a higher pitch, the soprano to Dean's baritone, as she sang the chorus, "Here I am," Dean echoed this softly into the mic, "Will you send me an angel? Here I am" another soft echo from Dean, "In the land of the morning star..."
Dean played a few more notes, focusing on the flow of the song and not the silence of the crowd, "Wise man said, 'Just find your place, in the eye of the storm, Seek the roses along the way, Just beware of the thorns."
Emma repeated the chorus with Dean as backup, smiling the entire time, seeing Dean's eyes closed as he got into the song, moving his head to the beat and really putting his all into it.
Dean was in his own little world, wrapped up in the song and thinking of his parents, how Mary was the angel who saved John when his father had passed and how Emma had saved him when he was getting too deep, and how Castiel was saving him now. They were the angels he needed, and they were the ones God had sent him. He couldn't be more thankful. "Wise man said, 'Just raise your hand, And reach out for the spell, Find the door to the promised land, Just believe in yourself. Hear this voice from deep inside, It's the call of your heart, Close your eyes and you will find, The way out of the dark."
Emma took a deep breath before she sang the final chorus, knowing that everything was coming to a close and that Dean would soon be back to reality. She really didn't want this to end, but she knew it had to, since they only had one song. "Here I am, Will you send me an angel? Here I am, In the land of the morning star!"
As the song came to a close, people jumped from their seats to applaud, causing Dean's head to shoot up as he remembers that he's in front of at least five hundred people.
"Encore!" One of the people in the crowd shouts, much to Dean's surprise and Emma's joy.
Emma looked over at Dean, giving him the puppy eyes, causing him to sigh and look over to Amy, "Would it be alright?"
"Of course!" Amy responded, "We set enough time so that we could have five people sing after the concert so there's plenty of time for another song!"
Emma grinned and rushed over to Dean, whispering something in his ear, causing him to laugh before nodding, "Sure, you wanna sing most of it this time?"
Emma nodded, "Yeah! You know the notes, right?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah, I'll help with the chorus, alright?"
"Okay daddy!" Emma said, rushing back to her mic and giving Dean a thumbs up.
Dean adjusted things before strumming the guitar, this time it sounded much more country, much to the surprise of the others.
Emma grinned and took a deep breath, ", "Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout us, And you know I ain't good at this stuff, These feeling pilin' up won't give me no rest, This might come out a little crazy, A little sideways, yeah maybe, I don't know how long it'll take me but I'll do my best."
Dean laughed as he joined in for the chorus, "You'll be my soft and sweet, I'll be your strong and steady, You'll be my glass of wine, I'll be your shot of whiskey, You'll be my sunny day, I'll be your shade tree, You'll be my honeysuckle, I'll be your honey bee!"
The song was cheesy, extremely so, and the only reason he knew it was because Emma and Jess really enjoyed the song. It was by a country singer, Blake Shelton, and Dean had to admit that the song had grown on him. Especially after he had met Cas.
The song really fit him and Cas. Dean was rough around the edges but Cas seemed to smooth him out. He was more relaxed when the man was around him and he was happier with him around. Everyone who knew him had pointed it out and he couldn't help but to smile wider as the song came to a close.
It spoke to him and he realized something that he'd been pushing aside for months now, something he had known the moment he met Cas.
The realization should have terrified him, but he just felt a warmth in his chest from it. It's not every day that you realize that you're in love.
He took Emma's hand and bowed with her. He thought it was ridiculous but with how he was feeling, he didn't stop to think of how he'd look to anyone else. His eyes met Cas's and his grin grew bigger.
Maybe things would work out for the best.
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"We're headed back to the hotel," Sam said, "Our plane takes off at five in the morning and the hotel's closer to the airport... Sorry we couldn't stay longer but we have finals coming up and the weddings coming up in a few weeks so we can't really afford to stay away from the college unless we want to be doing our finals when we should be on our honeymoon."
Dean just grinned, "Don't worry about it, Sammy! You both will be back in a couple of weeks so we can go out for drinks then."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, and we'll have to talk about the music then too. I want to see what you have set up for it."
"Isn't that supposed to be a surprise?" Dean asked, frowning, "It's not like I'm gonna have Metallica or Motorhead playin, I know that's not suitable for y'all's weddin."
"And no Taylor Swift." Sam said, giving Dean a look.
Jess and the others looked at them, "Taylor Swift?" She asked, grinning.
"Dean has a weird obsession with Shake It Off, for some reason." Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey!" Dean yelled, "We weren't supposed to talk about it! Or do you want them to know about your weird music obsession?"
Sam's eyes widened, "Dean, don't do it!"
Dean grinned, "Oh, so you don't want them to know that you hooked your Ipod up to the stereo once and Av-"
Sam tackled him, causing Dean to grunt as he felt a pull at his still healing injury, "Don't!"
"Sam has an obsession with," Dean ducked Sam's grabbing hands and yelled, "Avril Lavigne!"
Sam put Dean in a headlock but Dean managed to worm his way out of it and hid behind Jess, who was laughing. "Hey, Jess was bound to find out sooner or later! I just made it sooner!"
"Dean." Sam growled, ready to attack his brother again but Jess stopped him by slipping up next to him and kissing his cheek.
"I think it's cute. Besides, there's nothing wrong with either of those artists." Jess said, "I listen to them both and I know plenty of people on campus who listen to them too; male and female."
Dean rolled his eyes and fake gagged, causing Emma to giggle, "Well, Claire and Cas are stayin at the house tonight. You sure ya don't wanna stay? It'll save ya some money."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, we'll be leaving really early and you just got cleared to go back to work. You need to worry about that."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Ya act like I sleep all the time."
"You kind of do, Dean." Castiel said, smiling.
"Yeah, you're finally sleeping normally, we don't need to mess that up." Sam agreed.
"Hey, I did just fine. I got enough sleep." Dean muttered.
"Most people can't function normally on three or four hours of sleep like you seem to be able to. Besides, your moods been a lot better since you started sleeping more." Sam said, "And it's not like we won't be here in a couple of weeks, feels like you keep forgetting that."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but I'd feel better with ya both near me."
"Awe, are you going soft on us, Dean?" Sam joked, nudging him.
"Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam responded, pulling Dean into a big hug, "Look, when we get back before the wedding we'll go out to that orchard we visited back when grandma was here and we can get some of those apples. I'm sure Jess wouldn't mind making a pie."
Jess smiled, "I wouldn't mind at all. Besides, you'll be keeping Sam out of our hair while we deal with some last minute wedding details."
Dean laughed as Sam pouted, "Alright, I guess that'll work. Call me when you guys get there tomorrow or I'll drive there and kick your ass, Sammy."
Sam nodded, "Will do. Right, Jess?"
"Of course." She smiled, giving Dean and the others a hug, "We'll see you in a couple of weeks!"
"Bye guys!"
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Dean looked up at the ceiling. It was nearly midnight and he hadn't been able to fall asleep yet. He hadn't been able to work up the courage to tell Cas how he felt yet and with him asleep right beside him, the thoughts wouldn't stop.
He rolled over and sighed, looking over Cas's face. He looked relaxed. All the lines on his face were smoothed out in sleep and he looked so peaceful. Without realizing it, everything started to slip out.
"I love you, Cas," Dean whispered, not wanting to wake up his bed partner, "I really do. I know we haven't said it yet, but I've known since the beginnin. I hadn't realized what it was until I was up there singin and now it's all that I can think of. I hate that I can only say it when you're asleep but I don't have the guts to do it any other time. You're the best thing that's happened to me, other than Emma, and I'm glad that we met. You could do so much better than me but you chose me and that means a lot to me..." He sighed and rolled back over onto his back and closed his eyes, "I don't understand why you put up with me, hell, I would've taken off seconds after meetin me if I were you... But I'm glad you didn't, and I'm glad you decided to stay."
He felt the bed shift, his eyes snapping open, to see Cas hovering over him.
"Hello Dean."
"You were awake for that? How much ya hear?" Dean asked, trying not to blush in embarrassment.
"I was awake the entire time." Cas said, much to Dean's embarrassment. "You think so little of yourself, Dean." Cas muttered, leaning down and kissing Dean lightly, "You are a wonderful man and you take good care of your daughter. You even stay in touch with Ben and Lisa when you don't need to. You have your own business, you are a fantastic father, you care about your family and friends, and you give your all in everything you do. It's an honor to be dating you, Dean."
Dean blinked, "I'm not that great, Cas..."
Cas chuckled, "Should I show you how great you really are, Dean?"
Dean's face heated even as a tingle of heat shot through his body at Cas's question. "W-what do ya mean?"
Cas looked Dean in the eyes. There was a new heat in them, lust boiling over into something else, something softer. "I'm sure you can figure it out Dean."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Dean's. It was a slow, sweet burn. There was no pressure to deepen the kiss but the sweetness of it conveyed everything Cas was wanting to say in a way words couldn't. Dean couldn't help but gasp, Cas taking advantage to slip his tongue into Dean's mouth, coaxing his tongue into his own as he tilted his head to deepen it.
The speed stayed a slow burn, neither really rushing to hasten the pace or do anything other than kiss; happy with how things were at the moment.
They broke apart with a thin trail of saliva still connecting them; not even an inch from each others face.
Dean's eyes slowly opened up, unsure of when he had even closed them, and he looked up at Cas with heat pooling in his belly. He knew what Cas was wanting and he couldn't help but to agree that he wanted it too. "Cas... please."
Cas's eyes widened for a moment before he swept back in, connecting their mouths with a softness Dean had never experienced before. Most of his lovemaking was hard and fast, so he was unused to the slow pace Cas was setting.
He slid his hands up under Cas's shirt and stroked his sides, smiling at the soft moan that drew out of the other's lips even as Cas pulled away to remove Dean's shirt.
Cas sat back and pulled his own over his head, tossing both into a pile on the floor beside the bed.
"Are you sure, Dean?" Cas whispered into Dean's ear, kissing down his jaw and onto his neck.
Dean moaned, "Yes..."
Cas chuckled, even as his hands came up to trace Dean's collar bones before sliding down his chest to hold his hips down in a rough grip.
Dean let his head fall back as Cas trailed his nose down the side of his neck and over his collarbone, pressing a light kiss to the dip between them, before moving down between his pecks, completely avoiding his raised nipples, to trace over the light indentations of his abs, covered with a small layer of fat from all the burgers and pie he ate. Cas pressed another kiss to the slight pudge around his belly button before tracing it with his tongue, barely dipping it in before dragging himself back up to lather attention to Dean's nipples.
He latched on to the left nipple, giving it a few light suckles before pinching the other between his fingers and tugging softly, eliciting a moan from Dean and a thrust of his hips, which he forced back down with his other hand.
He pulled off of the nipple to look at Dean, a brow raised, "Did I tell you you could move?"
Dean's eyes widened, "W-what?"
Cas's grip on his hip tightened for a moment before letting up, "Don't move unless I tell you to, ok?"
Dean blinked before slowly nodding his head, earning a kiss.
"Good boy."
Dean blushed and looked towards the wall to hide his embarrassment, even though his cock twitched. This was new. He hadn't really ever been ordered to do anything in the bedroom other than go faster and he was shocked to find that he was already harder than he'd been before.
"Dean," Cas whispered, dragging his name out into more syllables than there were in his name. "Don't think about it, just let go."
Cas let go of his hips and rubbed up and down his sides, making him relax a bit. He slipped his hand below the band of Dean's shorts, rubbing his thumb along the skin where his leg connects to his hips. He kissed back up Dean's chest and neck while doing so.
"Dean, lube?" Cas asked, not stopping his ministrations.
Dean pointed towards the bedside table and watched Cas as he crawled over to it, pulling the bottle of lube and a condom out of the drawer.
Cas looked over his shoulder and laughed when he saw Dean staring at him, "Dean, come here."
Dean crawled over and kneeled in front of Cas, still an inch taller than the other.
Cas set the lube and condom to the side and placed his hands on Dean's shoulders, "Relax, there's no need to rush this and you seem too tense."
Dean chuckled, "Well, I don't typically bottom..."
Cas rolled his eyes, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"But I want to," Dean said quickly, "For you..."
Cas smiled softly and tilted Dean's head back up from where he had ducked to hide his blush, "Dean, you don't have to do this for me."
Dean sighed and laid his head on Cas's shoulder, "But I want to, really."
Cas nodded, "If you're sure of it." He removed his hands from Dean's shoulders, "Lay on your stomach."
Dean quickly flopped onto his stomach, pulling a pillow towards himself to rest his head on.
Cas straddled Dean's back and looked over the intricate tattoo on Dean's back, "This is a very detailed tattoo, where did you get it done?"
Dean tensed up beneath him so Cas rubbed his back, dragging his hands up and digging them in a bit around the shoulder blades before circling around and coming back down, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Dean, but I would like to know."
Dean sighed, "Cas, it's not as simple as that..."
"What do you mean?" Cas asked, brow raising.
Dean pushed his face into the pillow and Cas could barely make out some muffled noises. "I can't understand you with your face in the pillow, Dean. Remove the pillow and speak clearly."
Dean tilted his head up, not really wanting to tell Cas, "Look, it's really personal..."
"So you can tell me that you love me but you can't tell me about this?" Cas asked, tracing a feather with the tip of his finger and smirking at Dean's sharp inhale.
"Stop that!" Dean growled, wiggling around beneath Cas.
Cas placed his hands on Dean's hips and pressed down, "Dean, stop moving." As soon as Dean stopped, Cas started massaging his lower back, "I'm not saying you need to tell me now, but I would like to know eventually. I just wish you would trust me enough to tell me without prompting."
Dean sighed, "Cas..." He rubbed the bridge of his nose even as he felt the muscles of his back release, "It's somethin I haven't really shared with many people. Jess found out a few months ago and she's been pretty cool about it but that was by accident. Benny and Ash don't know about it. Hell, other than Sam, Jess, Emma, and Bobby no one really knows about it other than the people who did it."
Cas frowned, "Dean..?"
"It's not really a tattoo Cas." Dean muttered. He took a deep breath, "Watch out."
Cas moved down to the back of Dean's thighs with a frown. He didn't understand why he needed to move, but he knew Dean had his reasons.
Dean concentrated, he didn't want his wings shooting out of his back. Even though the conversation had taken a bit of a deep turn, he was still hard. Probably because of Cas still sitting on him. Yeah, most likely because of that.
They slowly started to peel away from his skin, the black ink transforming into beautiful dark tan feathers, splatters of orange looking dots were all over them in arrays that could have been a map of the stars to Cas. In the middle of the two enormous wings that were now stretched out before him was a patch of silky looking emerald green feathers that merged into the skin on Dean's back.
When Dean didn't hear anything from Cas, he buried his face in the pillow again, feeling his heart sinking. He had always known that as soon as he found someone he loved and shared his deepest secret with them, that they'd reject him. Who would want to be with someone who had wings?
"Dean..." Cas whispered, looking at the powerful appendages that had sprouted from Dean's back in awe, a hand reaching out and hovering just over them, "Can... Can I touch them?"
Dean tensed when he heard his name, expecting the worst, but what came out of Cas's mouth surprised him. "Uh, I guess. No one other than Sam's ever touched them before."
Cas felt a spark of pleasure run through him at the thought of being the first person, other than Sam, to touch the beautiful wings. He let his hand stroke through the soft down that was hidden under the sturdier outer feathers. He was mesmerized, but he didn't miss the soft moan that escaped Dean's throat.
He smirked and ran his hand down the wing towards the base, where the smaller feathers were, and dug his fingers in again, this time, pulling gently.
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Dean groaned, "I'm layin in my own jizz..."
Cas chuckled, turning his head to place a kiss between Dean's wings, "It could be worse, Dean. It could be all over your face."
Dean paused before looking over his shoulder at Cas, who looked at him funny, "What?"
"Next time, you're totally fuckin my mouth." Dean said, grinning.
Cas blinked before he started to laugh, "If you want it then who am I to deny you of that?"
"You'd be an ass if you did." Dean responded with his own laugh.
Cas pulled out and got off the bed, still chuckling, as he tossed the condom in the trash and grabbed a wash cloth to clean them up.
Dean stretched his wings out as far as he could before pulling them in and hiding them away from view so he could roll onto his back with a satisfied groan.
Cas walked back into the room, wash cloth in hand, and climbed onto the bed to clean Dean up.
Dean hummed lazily as Cas cleaned up the drying semen, "Y'know, I could get use to this."
"Oh? And what is this?" Cas asked, tossing the rag towards the dirty clothes hamper.
"Being with you." Dean said, pulling Cas to him and tossing the covers over them both as he cuddled Cas to his chest, "Never really had sex like that before... it was nice."
"So I didn't freak you out with the ordering you around?" Cas replied, counting the freckles on Dean's chest.
"Not really. I, uh, I kinda liked it." Dean said, blushing, "Besides, you took me havin wings pretty well."
"They're beautiful, and a part of you, Dean." Cas muttered, his eyes closing as he soaked in the warmth, "I wouldn't change a thing about you."
Dean smiled and pressed a kiss to Cas's hair, "Night Cas."
"Goodnight Dean, I love you." Cas muttered as his breathing evened out.
Dean blinked in surprise before closing his eyes and holding Cas closer, "Love ya too, Cas."
Note: Yeah, I'm cutting out the sex scene. Sorry, but if you want to read it, you'll have to read it over on my AO3. I don't want to risk my account being deleted because of one sex scene. AO3 is Massimotostato.