Dean smiled over at Cas, moving forward and wrapping his arms around him.
"I've got a surprise for you, baby," he whispered, kissing him softly. Cas looked at him with a raised brow, and Dean's grin widened as he pulled something out of his pocket, cupping it in his palm for a moment before pressing it into Cas' hand. Cas' brow furrowed and he looked down in confusion before his eyes widened in amazed shock.
"D-dean, really? Is this for real?" Cas spluttered. Dean nodded.
"Yeah, hun, it's for real," he murmured. Cas' grin somehow lit up the dark room as the boy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Dean's jaw.
"What if my mom doesn't let me?" Cas asked.
"Of course she'll let you, Cas. She let you marry me, didn't she?" he replied with a smirk. Cas' grin, if possible, widened even more and Dean knew that this was one of the happiest moments of his life. Dean took Cas' hand, leading him out to the Impala. He settled into the car, Cas next to him, gazing at his gift which was resting in the open palm of his left hand, his ring catching the light and sparkling brightly. Dean didn't know how he was able to smile any wider but he did. He put in their Air Supply tape and All Out of Love came rushing through the speakers. Dean and Cas both sang loudly and obnoxiously along until they finally got to their destination. Cas stared at the small two story house with painted blue walls and four square windows and the little deck with the rocking chair on it. Dean watched as his face morphed into a softer smile. He smiled softly as well, getting out and taking Cas' hand, leaving the car running and the doors open, too focused on Cas' beautiful face, on the lock of dark hair falling into his gorgeous blue eyes that were blazing despite their color being closer to ice than fire. The smile that graced the other boys face was one of love and amazement as they stepped over to the door. Cas slid the key inside and unlocked the door. Dean smiled and took Cas' hand as they both stepped into Dean's house. Cas looked around with wide, happy eyes, as if he was seeing Dean's house for the first time. But it wasn't just Dean's anymore, it was Cas' too. Cas turned to him, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist and tugging him close, pressing his lips gently to Dean's. Dean smiled softly into Cas' lips and kissed him passionately, deeply, like this was the first time they'd ever kissed, like it was the last time they ever would.
"I love you so much," Cas whispered.
"I love you too, Cas," Dean murmured softly back, a hand tangled in Cas' hair, the other trailing gently along his back. Cas deepened the kiss and then pulled gently back, looking around again. Dean smiled, twining their fingers together and taking his hand, leading him over to the couch and setting a lit match in the fire place, watching as the flames roared to life. The blue in the flames was like Cas' eyes, blazing and gorgeous and warm. He sat on the couch next to Cas and wrapped an arm around him, kissing him again, moving his lips across Cas' jaw and down his neck, sucking a small bruise into the soft skin across his collar bone where everyone could see. He wanted everyone to know Cas was his. Cas smiled and tangled his fingers in Dean's hair. Dean ran his hands over the flat of Cas' abdomen, tangled his fingers in Cas' dark hair. His tongue explored Cas' mouth like it was a map. They kissed like God himself wouldn't even have the power to separate them. For the second time in his life, they kissed on that couch in front of roaring flames, only knowing that they were together, that no one else existed but themselves.
Many years later when they both died of old age, wrapped in each other's arms, people would describe their love as magic. But not Dean. He wouldn't say it was a miracle or magic or anything to the like. He would say that what they shared wasn't perfect. Their love was broken and pieced together with superglue and tape. It was far from perfect. But it was beautiful. It was pure and beautiful and the best thing that had ever happened to either of them. It didn't need to be perfect. The only thing that mattered, that ever mattered, was that they were together. They had entered this world as strangers, gone through pain and hurt, tears and joy, and they had left this world as lovers.
And to them, that was all they'd ever needed. Both of them would describe meeting the other as finding something they hadn't even realized they'd been searching for.
As he got older, Dean often said love was a strange thing with twists and turns and cracks. He said he didn't believe what he and Cas had was the work of God, he said it was simply two boys who fixed the broken parts of each other and made them whole again. That is all.
A/N: Here it is, my lovelies, the last chapter of New Boy. I want to thank you all so much, everyone who's been on this journey and stayed with me. I really appreciate you reading. Thank you so much!