Dean and Cas are still 23 almost 24
Moving day came a few weeks later; Cas got a job at the coffee shop bookstore a few days a week. The free time he'd use to pursue other interests and fix up the house with Dean when he wasn't working at the mechanic's down the road. Everything was close to the new house, so they could walk if they wanted.
Mary and John helped them move, even letting Dean take his old bed since they now had extra rooms and everything. Gabe was out of town, but promised to visit as soon as he could and Sammy was busy with finals for the next couple weeks. Their stuff still didn't amass to much in the larger space, but they had all the time in the world to take care of that. Cas's savings was going to come in handy with the mild renovations they had ahead of them.
"The place is lovely," Mary tells them as they bring the first boxes into the house.
"Ya, it needs a bit of work, but it fits," Dean shrugs, places the stuff on the floor.
"Would you like a tour?" Cas offers, leading John and Mary through the rooms.
Dean follows, taken in their new place with a fresh perspective. This is really happening; he tells himself as feels everything out.
"This is going to be quite a project," John informs him, "The banister's shaky, a few of the walls need patching…" He continues pointing out various problems with the place, but Dean knows it's just his father's way of showing he cares; as annoying as it is.
"Those pictures just did not do this place justice," Mary tells them as they head back to unload all their stuff.
John and Mary stay the weekend, helping the kids unload and unpack. Making sure they are settled in before leaving them in piece.
"I'll miss you both so much," Mary tells them tearfully as she hugs each man in turn. "I won't have anyone to go to church with."
"You can visit anytime," Cas smiles at her.
"If you need any help fixing anything, call before you make it worse, ya understand?" John offers shaking both the boys hands firmly.
"Yes, sir," Dean smirks, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
He throws his arm over Cas's shoulders as they watch the parents drive away, back to their home town. Once the truck is out of sight, the men turn towards their new home and take it all in.
"This is ours," Cas states simply.
"Hard to believe isn't it," Dean nods.
After a few months the place was shaping up nicely and becoming more and more like home for them. Tackling room by room as they moved through the house, fixing and decorating; they made two of the extra bedrooms guest rooms and the third they made into a sort of office. Cas had found an old drafting table to use as a desk, positioning it right in front of the large windows that also looked out over the water.
The new routine of their jobs and working on the house was ever changing and it was a refreshing pace, much better than before. Cas even found a new shrink, that he saw at least once month and was clearly thriving here. The short distance to the beach was also one of the couple's favorite features of their new location; sometimes having bonfires if weather permitted.
Mary would call them every Sunday, just to check in; making it feel like they hadn't really left. She walk talk to Cas about church, since the boys found one a town over that was also a universal congregation. Dean even went almost every week, unless he had to work; which would happen from time to time. It was one of these calls that Mary brought up the holidays. Cas was reading in the chair by the fire while Dean lounged on the sofa talking to her.
"I was talking to your father about Thanksgiving," Mary leads.
"Ya?" Dean asks suspiciously.
"Well, you can always say no," she reminds him, "But we were thinking it might be nice to see the new place all fixed up and everything."
"I dunno, mom," He sighs, Cas catching his eye questioningly, "The place isn't really finished."
"You've two made so much progressed though."
"True, but…" Dean holds the bridge of his nose, leaning forward on the sofa. "What about Ellen and Bobby?"
"They are more than capable of having Thanksgiving without us," Mary tells him, "Plus it will be closer for Sammy and I'm sure Gabe would love to come too."
He knew she was right, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for that kind of thing to happen; luckily Mary picked up on his discomfort.
"It was just a thought, sweetie." She comforts him, "Talk it over with Cas and let me know."
"Alright, thanks mom," Dean breathes a sigh of relief.
"Christmas will be here," Mary adds, "And you are not getting out of that."
"Yes ma'am."
They talk a little more before hanging up, Dean sighing loudly as Cas continues to read.
"What did Mary ask you?"
"She wants to come here for Thanksgiving," Dean informs him, "It is closer for everyone…" he rationalizes.
"But?" Cas smirks knowingly.
"I dunno, I guess I didn't think about it." He places the phone back in its cradle and goes towards the overstuffed chair Cas is sitting in.
"I don't mind," he leans forward allowing Dean to slip into the space behind him, leaning back against him fitting behind Dean's legs.
"It's our first holiday here," Dean wraps his arms around the smaller man, kissing his shoulder.
"Why spend it alone?" Cas questions sagely.
"I guess we're having it here then?" he smirks against Castiel's shoulder, placing kisses along his neck.
"Indeed," the dark haired man replies tilting his head to grant better access to his neck, leaning into the touch.
"Were we gunna fit everyone?" Dean asks in between his ministrations.
"Hmm," Cas hums, his eyes falling closed as he leans into Dean, "Gabe's small, we can fit him in a closet or the shed out back," he deadpans.
"I like the sound of that," Dean chuckles turning Cas head and bringing their lips together heatedly. "It's going to be stressful," He reminds him when they break apart.
"Family usually is," Cas replies kissing Dean briefly before untangling himself and standing up. "Bed," he orders at Dean's questioning look.
"Why?" He wonders, since they both have the day off tomorrow.
"There're things we need if we are going to host thanksgiving," he holds out his hand to pull Dean up.
"Fine," Dean grumbles petulantly, not looking forward to tomorrow. He puts out the fire as Cas hits the lights and leads them up the stairs.
The day before everyone is set to arrive, Dean visits Cas at work. He slips into the store, grabbing his favorite cushioned seat in the corner and watches Cas flit around in his orange apron. He banters a little with his coworker as he makes deftly tweaks the various levers on the coffee machine. Dean smirks slightly, picking up the newspaper as he waits for Cas to get a free moment.
"Hello Dean," he greets, placing a mug of black coffee in front of Dean's face.
"Hey babe," He smiles putting down the paper and taking the offered mug.
Cas kisses his temple before sitting across from him, propping his feet on the table with his long arms hanging off the chair's arms.
"Busy day?" Dean asks over his mug.
"You have no idea," Cas sighs, tiredly.
"At least you're off the rest of the weekend."
"I suppose," he huffs, his coworker popping up next to him and sitting on the arm of his chair.
"Hey Castiel, who's your friend?" She leers a little.
Dean eyes her carefully as he sips his drink, he hadn't met her yet obviously, he figured she was new. Her caramel colored hair cut extremely short, giving her the appearance of a pixie since she was so small.
"Crystal…Dean…Dean…Crystal," Cas introduces them flippantly.
"Nice to meet you," She smiles, Dean leaning forward as they shake hands.
"She's new," he adds, confirming Dean's thought.
"Ah," Dean nods.
"I've lived here my whole life, though," Crystal clarifies, as the bell above the door chimes to announce a new customer. "You taking your break, Salmon?"
Dean gives Cas a look at the weird nickname, Cas just scowling, "It would appear so," he flatly replies.
Crystal just chuckles patting his shoulder as she goes back to the counter.
"Salmon?" Dean smirks, passing the mug to Cas.
"She gives everyone…pet names," He glares at her, Dean laughs a little.
"Why that one?"
"Because she's an idiot who thinks Salmon and Salome are interchangeable."
"She's only what, sixteen," Dean takes the mug back.
"Eighteen," Cas corrects, "Going on ten," he rumbles under his breath.
"Cheer up Salmon," he smirks as Cas shoots him the smiting look, "Family's coming tomorrow."
"You are clearly excited," he states, knowingly.
"That obvious," Dean nods, because while he was apprehensive about the whole thing he really was excited about seeing everyone. The hardest part about moving was being away from him mom and even his dad. He had gotten used to not seeing Sam as often, he still missed the kid a lot, but he was off chasing his dream.
"You're like a child at Christmas," Cas deadpans.
"Come on like you aren't," he looks at him.
Cas rolls his eyes, "It will be nice to see Mary," he admits.
"And…" Dean leads as the other man tilts his head in confusion, "Your brother," he supplies slowly.
"He will be there," he shrugs.
"Whatever, babe," he shakes his head drinking more of his coffee. "When do you get off?" Dean changes the subject.
"Is that an offer?" he asks lowly, Dean almost choking on his coffee. Cas leans his head back over the chair to peer at the clock, groaning, "A few more hours."
"What about your break?" Dean leers.
"You've got twenty minutes," Cas hops up and strides toward the back rooms.
Dean chugs what's left of his coffee before following as discreetly as possible. He looks around, unsure what door Cas went through when he's pulled into what appears to be a storage closet. Cas is on him instantly their mouths meeting in a rush of tongue and teeth. Pulling Dean's shirt off he kisses down his chest stroking him through his pants, then sliding back up to bring their lips together. Dean takes the opportunity slamming Cas against the door and nipping at Cas's neck, one hand in his dark hair while the other works to undo their pants.
"It's like high school all over again," Dean huffs.
"Shut up," Cas growls tugging at Dean's pants, their mouths coming together harshly.
Once both their cocks are free, Cas takes Dean's hand and licks it. Dean bringing it between them to take both their erections in his hand, since there was no time for anything else; Cas gripping onto his broad shoulders while nibbling Dean's ear. Dean reaches up, pulling the neck of Castiel's shirt away so he could leave his mark.
"Shit," Cas breathes heavily, Dean quickening the pace as he strokes them fiercely.
Both men are breathing raggedly and before they know it they're cumming in tandem over Dean's hand.
"God," Dean exhales as they pant together coming down.
He grabs a paper towel off the shelf to wipe up as Cas rights himself, putting his apron back on. Cas pulls Dean towards him by the collar of his shirt and kisses him hungrily.
"Later," he promises darkly as he pulls away, running a hand through his sex hair and slipping from the closet.
Dean can't help but groan at the promise as he makes sure he's decent and waits a beat to head out.
That night they have sex in the shower as soon as they get home and later that night before bed. It would have to hold them over for the holiday sine it'd be a difficult task to have sex with such a full house. Sam arrives first with Jess in tow, it was apparently getting serious between the two; it only took six plus years. A few hours later John and Mary arrived, shortly followed by Gabe who unabashedly hit on Jess; and everyone seemed to be pretty impressed with how much they had gotten done on the place in such a short time.
Minus some griping from Gabe for having to sleep on a fold down couch in the office, Thanksgiving worked out well. Even Cas couldn't deny it was good to see everyone, including Gabe. Dean couldn't help but wish that Jo, Ellen and Bobby could have made it too. There just wasn't enough room, however; Dean figured there was always next year.
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