Sorry this took me so long to get out. I was struggling with it the entire time. Hope you like it! :)
Dean smiled at the back of barista making his coffee. On mornings when Cas worked, Dean would come to the coffee shop so Cas could make him coffee and Dean could see him. It was a smile that he'd been wearing for a month now. He couldn't believe that he and Cas had been together for an entire month. Everything had been amazing. Cas was pretty much staying with Dean every night. The only time Cas never spent the night was when he worked his night job, and sometimes when he got off work, he still came over. Dean gave him a key to the house after the first time it happened. He enjoyed Cas coming over at four in the morning, but he did not enjoy having to get out of bed to let him in.
Dean pulled his eyes from Cas' back and took a look around the coffee shop. It was pretty empty, save for the cute girls over by the window and the weird guy in the corner. Dean remembered seeing that guy here the other morning he came in. He had a newspaper held in front of him like he was reading it, but he could see the man's eyes weren't doing any reading. He saw that he was watching Cas.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the man, one time was okay, but more than once then that's just rude, but Cas calling his name pulled him out of any homicidal thoughts he was about to have. He smiled at the blue eyed man on the other side of the counter. "Thanks, babe."
"Class is canceled today. Do you think you could cut out early?"
"I think I can now," Dean said, winking at him.
"I'll text you when I get off."
"Okay, but I have a question. Who's the creep in the corner?"
Cas glanced quickly at the guy and then back at Dean, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. He's been here every day I've worked this week."
"Hey, Casey," Dean called to Cas' brunette coworker.
She turned to Dean. "What's up?"
"That dude in the corner. You know him?"
She shook her head. "He's been coming in here every day for about a week. Why?"
Dean stepped away from the counter. "No reason," Dean lied. He didn't care for guys eyeing his boyfriend. To say Dean was the jealous type was definitely understating it. He put his hand on Cas' and told him, "I'll talk to you later."
Cas smiled at him and nodded. Casey stepped up beside Cas and watched as Dean walked out the door. "Cas, you are one lucky son of a bitch to have that as your boyfriend."
Cas nodded, grinning as Dean got in his car and left. "I suppose, if you're into that kind of thing."
^O^
After working that morning and hanging out with Dean all afternoon and evening, Cas was finally back at his apartment. It was becoming less and less like home and more like an overpriced office space. Cas and Dean hadn't officially moved in together, but a good majority of his clothes were there and ninety percent of his toiletries had found a new home at Dean's place. Even though Cas was getting off late tonight, he'd be going back over to Dean's. He'd gotten used to sleeping with him. His bed was always too cold without Dean's unnatural body heat and his pillows were too soft since they weren't Dean's chest.
Cas tossed his things onto his coffee table and turned on his television and XBOX. As soon as he started up his game, he got a call. For three hours, Cas played his game, faking his orgasms and rolling his eyes at the men on the other end of the phone and their weird sex fantasies. The closer it got to the end of his shift, the more excited he got. He was tired. It was three in the morning. He was ready to crawl in bed with Dean and sleep for a few hours before classes. He saved his game and turned off his console and television, but right before he was done for the night, he got one more phone call.
He groaned loudly. He just wanted sleep. Cas answered the phone. "Hello?"
"You're regular is on the phone, Cas," said Amelia, the dispatcher. "Adam."
Cas hated regulars. It was hard to keep them in order. He liked it better when he had nights like when Dean called in. It was a random person that got connected. There was no dispatcher. There was nothing but quick orgasms and even quicker hang-ups. He didn't know their names or anything about them. It was a fresh start and a clean cut ending.
However, with regulars, they wanted to get to know him. They wanted to know his real name and little things about him to make the experience more personal, but Cas never gave up any kind of information to let people know who he really was. He didn't want anyone knowing what he did to put himself through college. As far as he was concerned, as soon as he graduated, this never happened.
"Fuck… send him through."
"You sure?" Amelia asked. Cas knew a little about Amelia simply because they were both doing the same thing for the same reasons. She was working there to put herself through vet school in Texas. "I can easily tell him you're unavailable."
"No, no. Let's just get it over with."
"Alright, hold on."
Cas waited a moment before Amelia patched him through to Adam. "Hey, Jimmy."
"Hey, Adam," Cas greeted back, closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the couch.
"How are you doing today? Did you have a good day?"
"I did. Let's cut to the chase, Adam. I'm hot and ready for you."
"I know you are, you always are. I was thinking we could do something a little different tonight."
"Anything," Cas fake moaned.
"I want to have a threesome. Can we do that? You, me, and a green-eyed bowlegged bad boy?" Cas hesitated for a second. How in the hell did Adam know what Dean looked like…? Was it a coincidence? That would be one hell of a coincidence! "Cas?"
Cas shook his head quickly and pulled the phone away from his head, hanging up and tossing the phone on the coffee table. He started looking around his apartment, more paranoid than a pothead. He grabbed his phone again and called Dean, but it went straight to voicemail. He had to get out of here.
He quickly called Amelia back. "Amelia, we have a problem."
"What's wrong?"
"Adam knows me. He found out who I am."
"What? How do you know?"
"He described having a threesome with my boyfriend and me and then he used my real name!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"What's Adam's last name?"
"Cas… I can't…"
"Amelia, please. He knows who I am."
Amelia sighed. "His name isn't Adam Milligan."
Cas hesitated for a second before he realized what she just said. "Thanks, Amelia."
He hung up the phone and tried calling Dean again as he grabbed his things and left the apartment. He couldn't stop thinking about how the name sounded so fucking familiar. The call went straight to voicemail again. He tossed his phone and his bag into the passenger side seat and started up his car. He didn't know the Prius could peel out, but it did when he pulled onto the road and headed to Dean's. He kept his eyes on his rearview mirror, scared he'd be followed. He didn't want to bring the danger to Dean, but he didn't want to be alone right now.
The question was if he should tell Dean. Cas was very capable of taking care of himself, but Dean was more formidable than Cas ever dreamed of being. Sometimes when Cas was picking and he went too far, the steel gaze of Dean's green eyes caused shivers to run down his spine. Cas couldn't cause that to happen to a bunny if he tried. However, something told him that if he did tell Dean, he would become so overprotective that Cas would want to punch Dean in the throat.
Cas parked the Prius in the driveway. He didn't feel like pulling it into the garage since he did have a stalker after him. He didn't want this to turn into a horror movie where Cas had to fend for his life using a hedge trimmer. Cas locked his car and hurried into Dean's house, locking all the locks behind him. Cas set his things on the table in the entry way and hurried into the bedroom. Dean was lying there, curled up around Cas' pillow. He would've found it endearing had he not been in the middle of a crisis.
"Dean?" Cas asked gently.
Dean didn't move. Cas got on the bed and shook him.
"Dean?" Cas asked a little louder.
Dean groaned. "Hey, baby," he said as he reached out for Cas.
"Dean, I need you to wake up."
Dean rolled over, smirking. "It's a little early for sex, don't you think?"
"Dean, this is really important. Please wake up."
Dean took a deep breath as he stretched out. He looked up at Cas as he rose up to lean back on his elbows. "What's wrong? You okay?"
"Dean, one of my regulars used my real name and he knew you, too."
Dean frowned at him for a second before he asked, "Do what now?"
"One of my regulars. His name is Adam Milligan. He used my real name and he talked about you."
Dean looked at Cas for a minute. He watched Dean as he processed what he'd just told him. Dean threw the covers back as he got out of bed. He walked over to the closet and reached up onto the top shelf. "Were you followed?"
"No."
Dean sat a black case on the bed and opened it up. Cas was a little surprised that Dean had a silver gun with an ivory plated grip. He had no idea what kind of gun it was, just that it was a decent size. He watched as Dean loaded the gun.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not about to have some twisted sonofabitch hurt you, Cas. Do you know who he is? Some dick in your class? A customer at the coffee shop?"
"I don't know. His name sounds really familiar, but I can't place it."
"You ever shot a gun before?"
"What? No!"
Dean stopped messing with the gun and fixed his boyfriend with one of those icy stares. "Seriously? Cas, you have no idea how to shoot a gun?"
"Well, I know you pull the trigger…"
"I'm taking you out for target practice tomorrow."
"Dean – "
"Don't even try to fucking argue. If you're here alone, you need to know how to defend yourself."
"What if I'm at my apartment?"
Dean gave him a bitchface. "When are you at your apartment?"
"When I'm working," Cas said defensively.
"Then maybe you should look into getting some time off."
"Dean, I can't take time off. I need the money to pay rent and tuition. You know this."
"Then maybe it's time you finally move in."
"That's how you're going to ask me to move in with you?"
Dean frowned. "I'm asking you to move in, not marry me. I promise I'll get down on one knee for that. This is a little less life altering. You basically live here anyway, Cas. I can put all your stuff in my storage unit."
"And what am I going to do for tuition?"
"I'll take care of it. You just quit the job."
Cas got off the bed and shook his head. "Dean, this is crazy…"
"No, what's crazy is that you have a man that's stalking you. Me offering to take care of the man I love is not crazy."
The color drained from both of their faces. "What did you just say?" Cas asked softly.
Dean looked down at the gun in his hand and put it back in the case, closing the case. "I said me offering to take care of you isn't crazy."
"Dean – "
"So what if I love you, Cas?" Dean said, getting irrationally defensive.
"So what? Dean, you just said you loved me."
"And?"
Cas stepped up to Dean and turned him so that he could look his boyfriend in the eyes. "And I love you, too," he said softly, pressing his lips to Dean's.
Dean kissed him back, pulling him tight against him. Dean had realized he was in love with Cas a few days ago when they woke up that morning. They just laid there and held one another. There was no suggestive touching, no talking, no nothing. They just laid there, enjoying one another's presence. Dean pressed his face to the top of Cas' head and breathed in deep and realized he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. Cas realized he was in love at a less… romantic moment. Dean had rolled over at three in the morning and initiated sex. When he came inside of Cas, he whispered 'mine' against his neck. Cas was pretty sure Dean didn't mean to say it out loud, but Cas knew it was the truth. Cas was Dean's. He had been from the moment he heard Dean's voice.
Dean pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against Cas'. They stood there for a short moment before Dean pulled back to look in Cas' eyes. "Why don't you get some sleep? You have class tomorrow."
"What about you?"
"I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep."
"Dean – "
"I'm serious, Cas. If I'm going to be paying for your college, I expect a 4.0 GPA at all times," he told him as he winked and smacked his ass.
Cas laughed at him as Dean pulled away from him and grabbed some clothes to pull on. Cas slipped off his shoes. He didn't want Dean to not sleep, but he knew Dean was probably too worried to do so. Cas laid down on top of the covers and pulled Dean's pillow against his chest. He knew these next few days were going to be fucking stressful. He decided to go ahead and take advantage of Dean watching over him tonight.
^O^
Over the past several days, Cas and Dean had calmed down about the stalker situation. Cas was overly paranoid the first couple of days, watching everyone and everything for something out of the ordinary. Cas was scared to fall into a false sense of safety, but everyone that had been around him, Cas knew. Dean had been busy with getting Cas' stuff moved out of his apartment and into his house and storage unit. Of course, Cas helped when he wasn't at class or the coffee shop, but Dean seemed to take this on as a mission that needed to be completed as soon as possible. Cas wasn't sure he'd seen Dean smile as much as he did during the move.
"So are you moved in yet?" Casey asked Cas. The coffee shop was slow today. The two of them were sitting on the counter behind the register.
"Pretty much. We're just moving out the bigger stuff today. Dean and his brother and a couple of their friends are meeting me over there after work."
"I'm so jealous. I want a hot boyfriend."
Before Cas could respond to Casey's unnecessary reassurance that she'd find someone someday, a customer walked up to the register. Casey nodded her head. "It's your turn, angel."
Cas rolled his eyes. He'd gotten the last customer and she knew it. He hoped off the counter and walked over to the register. "Welcome to It's A Grind. What can we make for you today?"
The man smiled at Cas, but Cas didn't find it anything but fucking creepy. "I'd just like a plain black coffee. Large."
"Easy enough," Cas told him as he rung up the order. "It'll be two dollars, and ninety five cents."
The man placed his card on the counter and slid it towards Cas slowly. Cas hated it when customers did that. He didn't have finger nails. He always had to grab the damn card and slid it off the counter into his hand. Fucking customers, he thought. He pushed a few buttons to make the register ready for Cas to swipe the card. While he was waiting for the slow piece of technology to get it's shit together, Cas noticed the name on the card.
Adam Milligan.
His blood ran cold. Cas gulped and swiped the card, putting a fake smile on his face as he handed the guy back the card. He tore off the receipt and handed it to the man standing in front of him. "Here you go, sir. Casey will get your coffee for you. You can pick it up at the end of the bar. Have a great day!"
Adam looked at Cas strangely before walking down to get his coffee. Cas pulled out his phone and quickly sent Dean a text: S – O – fucking – S!
"Are you texting Dean?" Casey asked, scaring the shit out of Cas as she walked up behind him.
"What? Yeah. He, uh, wants to make sure I'm still getting off at two."
"Do you guys need any help? In other words, are any of his friends as cute as him?"
Cas chuckled at the girl and shook his head. "No," he told her as the phone in his hand vibrated.
Dean sent a quick 'on my way'. He knew Dean would be here in five minutes. Unless the traffic was bad, then it would be six. Cas tried to keep up with Casey's ramblings about past boyfriends, but all Cas could think about was Adam… sitting out there in the lobby… watching him like a fucking hawk. It made his skin crawl.
Casey smiled at Cas. "Looks like your boyfriend couldn't wait until two."
"Sometimes I wonder if it's me or the coffee," Cas joked, trying to keep things normal.
Dean sauntered in like normal, walking over to the counter. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he told Cas as he leaned on the counter.
Cas leaned on the other side, putting him in just the right position to whisper into Dean's ear, "It's the guy in the corner."
Dean stood up straight. "Insatiable," Dean said, trying to keep up the ruse that everything was normal. "How about you get me a coffee until you get off work?"
"That's probably for the best. You're going to need your energy," he said turning around to Casey. "For the moving and all."
"I bet there's going to be some moving," Casey said, rolling her eyes.
Cas fixed Dean his usual and handed it to him. Dean winked at him and walked away from the counter. He looked out the main windows, continuing with the act. He walked over near the guy and took a seat adjacent to him.
Dean picked up a magazine and opened it up. "I know who you are," Dean said, waiting a beat before looking over at Adam. He was staring at Dean, wide-eyed. "And I'm going to tell you this one time and one time only," Dean warned, getting up from his seat and walking over to Adam. He pulled out the other seat at the table he was sitting at and sat down. "You're going to leave and you're never going to come back here again. Cas is very much taken and I am a very possessive boyfriend. If I find out that you came here to watch him, I will find you and I will beat you within an inch of your life. Are we clear?" Dean asked with a smile on his face.
Adam stared at Dean for a moment before nodding once, grabbing his coffee, and leaving. Dean turned and watched him walk out. He saw him get into a baby blue Chrysler Crossfire. He memorized the plates and quickly pulled out his phone and made a note of what they were. Did he think Adam was a problem of the past? Kind of. He wasn't sure and it never hurt to keep all the bases covered.
Dean got up and grabbed his coffee. He walked back up to the counter and smiled at Cas. "My knight in shining armor," Cas said, rolling his eyes.
"See you at two?"
"Of course."
Dean winked at him and left. Casey frowned at Cas. "What was all that about?"
"Dean can't stand people that order just plain black coffee," Cas said with a shrug as he grabbed rag and walked away from the very confused girl to go clean the lobby.
Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! ^.^
