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Chapter 6
Dean looked back on those years now as he drove home from work on a nondescript Thursday. He'd seen at least twelve patients today, and as a result of two no-shows he was now looking forward to a hot dinner and a warm bed. He checked his watch and sighed. Castiel wouldn't be home from the hospital quite yet. His shift ended at five, and it was barely three. He decided to make dinner and surprise his old ball and chain.
They had been together for five years now, it was 2013, and the New Year had brought on a new resolution to brighten up their dwindling sex life. Every morning the couple woke up, got ready, ate in their respective cars, and went to work. Every evening was the same, coming home for dinner, falling asleep on the couch like an old married couple, and going to bed by nine. It was exhausting and boring. They needed to spice things up.
Dean had pounded through his graduate degree, finishing it in less than three years and starting his own private practice up immediately. He had a small office in a strip where several other doctors rented and served patients. Castiel had suggested more than once that they adopt a baby, but their old rescue dog Marshall wasn't even making things more interesting; a baby right now would just be a strain on their nerves. But Dean had a trick up his sleeve. He'd gotten tickets to see a Broadway show from a patient he'd helped out a long time back, and he wanted to take Cas to go see Les Miserables in New York and marry him there. It was certainly a romantic gesture, he thought.
He took a few hours to clean up the house a bit, thawing some salmon for dinner. He even set the table really nicely, making sure on Google that the silverware placement was correct for his angel.
Of course when Cas came in the door, after he bent and patted Marshall on his pillow by the door he began to notice a delicious smell. Following his nostrils, he came into the kitchen where Dean was working on some kind of salmon feast for dinner.
"Hey, angel, how was your shift?" Dean asked, pulling Cas in close for a long kiss which took the smaller man by surprise. Nonetheless he melted into the gesture, loving the feel of Dean's rough hands holding his face so gently. When Dean released him his fingers fondled the chocker that he still wore from Katarzyna; his makeshift collar from so many years ago.
"Um, it was okay. I got a lot of blood on me when this guy's heart ruptured, so I showered and changed there. Where's this feast coming from?" he teased, poking Dean in the ribs.
"Well, I have a little surprise for you, but not now. You'll have to wait a bit. Go and get comfortable clothes on and come back with an appetite!" Cas smiled and wandered down the hall, musing on what Dean could possibly be hiding. And furthermore, what kind of appetite he wanted Castiel to return with.
He changed quickly into some soft jeans and a t-shirt, matching Dean's always casual ensemble, and padded back down the hallway to the dining room which was set with candles and a cheesy little rose centerpiece. Dean gestured for him to take a seat, and he brought out the plates of food, making Cas's mouth water. They hadn't done anything like this in a long time, their careers taking over their relationship after college was through. He was still waist-deep in residency at John's Hopkins and Dean had followed him there to set up his own practice. They had a very good life, they had just hit the old married couple's rut a bit sooner than expected.
"Okay, so do you want the surprise before or after we eat?" dean asked, sitting opposite of Cas.
"After, so I'm not distracted from your excellent cooking skills," he responded, diving right in. Dean laughed easily and followed suit, moaning at the taste of the tender fish.
"Alright," he began when they had finished. "Here we go. I received two tickets for Broadway in New York to see Les Miserables. I was thinking that we… well that we should take a long weekend up there. Maybe just before the show head over to the courthouse and get married?" Dean spilled the beans, pulling a black satin box out of his pocket and handing Castiel the silver ring within. "Will you go with me and marry me, Cas?" he asked, eyeing the other man warily from behind his lashes.
Cas's chest was heaving. Out of anything he never expected this from Dean! The poster child of not getting married! He managed to choke out a quiet "Yes," before falling into tears, so happy that he didn't know what to do with himself.
"Where did this come from, Dean?" he begged, letting his new fiancée slip the ring onto his shaking hand. Dean chuckled.
"I've been avoiding talking to you lately because I didn't want to let it slip! I'm so sorry, but I hope that you forgive me now," he beamed back at Cas, rubbing the flat of his thumb over the metal band now placed firmly on his angel's ring finger.
"The show is next Saturday at nine, so we will leave Friday night when you're off your shift and stay until Monday morning, sound good?" Cas nodded, not trusting his voice as he stared at the ring, disbelieving it still. "The drive isn't long, just a few hours, so we won't be too rushed there or back-oof!" he was interrupted by a certain doctor coming around the table and plopping down in his lap.
"If you think that proposing to me will get me into your bed, Dean Winchester," pause for a kiss and a devilish look, "you are correct." Dean laughed as Cas stood, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway to their bedroom.
Before Castiel could sink onto the mattress, Dean leaped ahead of him, jumping onto the bed and sprawling across the duvet on his back, tucking his hands behind his head. "Well, naturally I've already done all the hard work, your turn," he winked at Cas and smirked at the doctor's scowl.
Dean took his hands out from under his head and made grabby-hands at his angel, "Come here. I love you so much, Castiel Novak. Oh! Who's taking who's name? Or are we not?" he asked, mouthing the words against Cas's soft skin as he tugged the t-shirt over his head. Cas moved to straddle Dean's lap as he remained on his back on the bed.
"I don't much care; neither of us exactly has to spread the family name. I suppose I'll take yours since everyone on my side is dead." Dean moaned an assent, flipping them so that Cas was nestled into the pillows on his back, remaining between his spread thighs. Dean mouthed his lean chest, feeling Castiel suck in a breath as he dragged gentle teeth over a distended nipple.
Castiel leaned back into the pillows, enjoying Dean's usual but still pleasurable ministrations. He watched as Dean trailed kisses down his torso, taking down his pants and mouthing his freed cock without further ado. Dean took him down as far as he could, running his hands over the tender skin of Cas's inner thighs. With a look up to Cas's face, he pulled off his cock with a loud pop.
"Turn over, angel," he breathed, nipping Cas's thigh lightly. The smaller man's eyes blazed with lust as he rolled onto his stomach. Dean kicked off his own pants, throwing his shirt in the corner after them. He crawled over Cas's body, planting his hands on either side of his fiancée's shoulders and biting down on the skin there, marking him lightly. He continued down, pressing firm kisses on every inch of the angel wings, licking gently at the tips of some feathers, biting at others until he reached the tips of the feathers that curled under Castiel's ass.
Cas trembled as Dean hooked his fingers in his hips, bringing his ass into the air so that he was on his knees, his face still pressed to the pillows. He jumped when a flat tongue laved over his balls between his thighs, spreading them a bit wider for Dean. The larger man burned a trail of lust in his wake as he moved upward from his dangling balls to his anus, toying with Cas's opening as he moaned loudly and bit the corner of the pillow.
"Oh, you like that, angel?" he asked, jabbing his tongue into the puckered hole rapidly several times, making Castiel cry out.
"Y-yes!" he cried, writhing to gain friction on his cock. Dean slapped his hands away before he could get a good grasp.
"Hands on the headboard, naughty boy." Cas shook but did as he was told, needing the guidance. Dean continued to tongue him open, not quitting until Cas became completely undone. Dean took a firm grasp at the base of Cas's over-hard cock, teasing away the release that he knew was brimming at the surface. With a loud groan of disappointment from Castiel he pulled away, taking his place back on the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs straight out in front of him.
"Come ride me, angel. Take that release you need so much." Cas bit his lip as he scrambled onto Dean's lap, straddling him in half a second. Dean laughed lightly at his willingness, wrapping his arms around Cas's torso to hold him tight for a bone-melting kiss that had Cas practically weeping by the time Dean released him. Dean tousled his downy black hair- as unruly as ever- as Cas took a firm grip on Dean's hard cock, positioning it at his loosened hole and sliding halfway down before meeting some resisting muscles. Dean groaned, nipping the skin at Cas's collarbone and gripping his hips roughly. "Move," he whispered as he tugged on those slim hips, working Cas in small circles to loosen the inner muscles a bit more to accept him deeper.
When his fiancée finally fully sank down onto him, he gripped Dean's shoulders for leverage, using them to lift his tired body over and over again. Every time he felt Dean's balls touch the base of his ass, Dean stroked the length of his cock that was trapped between them firmly, making Cas tremble further until he was a wanton slut on his man's lap.
"Come on, Cas; mark me now." Thick ropes of semen coated Dean's hand and both of their chests as Cas came hard, shaking uncontrollably, his vision hazing a little from the pent-up release.
He barely felt it as Dean pushed forward, pressing Cas's back into the mattress and laying on top of him, pressing kisses to every available surface while he finished his own release, coming deep inside his fiancée. They lay there for a few minutes, Castiel's fingers tracing unseen patterns on Dean's muscular back as he felt the cock within him soften and eventually pull out.
Dean pushed up off the bed, taking Cas's left hand with him and turned, looking down at the half-asleep doctor in the center of the bed. "Come on, love. Let's go clean up and then we can sleep it off together." He pressed a kiss to Castiel's new shiny engagement ring, finally getting the young doc to crack a sleepy eye at him. He got up and padded after Dean to the shower, letting his big strong man wash off the semen and leaning against the tile shower wall while Dean gently fingered him back open, washing out his own semen as much as he could.
Squeaky clean and more tired than ever, Cas tramped back to the bedroom naked and dry, burrowing under the duvet and draping over Dean's broad chest when he felt Dean join him on the bed.
"I love you so much, Dean," he mumbled. A kiss was planted in his hair before he heard him answer.
"I love you too, Castiel."
~0~0~
For the next several days Castiel went to work upbeat and proud, showing off his new ring and a smile to match. He was counting down the days until he and Dean left for New York, simply dying to get married to the love of his life and see one of his favorite Broadway shows live. All of the nurses cooed at him, declaring their congratulations, fawning over Dean's doting dinner proposal.
It was the Wednesday before their trip when Cas had an off day. He spent his free time doing laundry, cleaning the house, and bathing their wolfhound Marshall. The old dog was too tired and creaky to argue, so he simply sat in the bottom of the tub as Castiel ran loving hands through his thick grey coat, wringing out the bubbles and dirt. He put the dog on their small apartment deck to dry off in the sunshine, as his coat would take hours to dry indoors, and continued to tidy up the flat. He heard his phone buzz from two rooms away and finished putting in the load of laundry, turning ion the machine and walking back to see who it was calling. It was an unknown number, so he let it ring to voicemail, thinking that the person would leave a message if it wasn't a wrong number.
He went back into the bedroom, stripping the sheets for cleaning and putting the fresh laundry back into their respective dressers. When he opened Dean's sock drawer he found the tickets for their show laying on top. He pulled them out, examining the type print, seeing their box-seat numbers and the cast of the show. He gasped, dropping the tickets onto the floor.
The second character's name was Fatine, the female lead, played by Katarzyna.
They hadn't seen her since about a month after graduation! She had moved to LA to find work and simply dropped off their radar, her calls dwindling to an end, even texts went unanswered. And now here she was, oddly enough starring in the very show they were going to! Cas made up his mind; he simply had to find a way to get in back to see her after the show!
When Dean came home that night Cas all but jumped him, pressing him into the freshly laundered couch cushions immediately.
"Do you have any idea how many times I was reminded of how much I love you today?" Dean laughed and shook his head at his angel, tugging off his shirt to trace the ink feather designs that he now knew by heart. Cas curled into his hold, nuzzling his neck before sliding down Dean's length, taking his dress slacks and socks with him. Dean cursed quietly when Cas' mouth sank down his full length, dragging gentle teeth back up and swirling his tongue around the head.
"I wasn't you inside me tonight; this isn't enough," Dean growled roughly. He pulled Cas up and gazed into blue lust-blown eyes before practically racing him to the bedroom, leaving a path of clothes behind them. Dean crashed on the bed, rolling over to catch Cas as he jumped on the wide mattress behind Dean. The smaller man crawled on top, sitting on Dean's stomach and pressing him into the pillow-top, making that long Winchester cock rise high and proud against his ass with only his mouth.
"Make me slick for you," He said, scooting forward onto Dean's chest and trusting slowly into his fiancée's mouth, feeling hands circle his hips to control the movement. After a few minutes Cas could feel himself coming undone, so he pulled out, turning his attention to Dean who waited patiently beneath him for a change. Green eyes were half-shut with lazy lust as they watched Castiel's lips press kisses down his stomach and back to his groin where they had begun tonight. Instead of going down on him, Cas licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, choosing instead to push Dean's knees up to his chest and rim him loose.
Dean practically shot off the bed at the sensation, not usually being the bottom in their amorous activities. Castiel chuckled against his skin, the vibration sending Dean into a shock, arching his back off the bed and moaning like a slut. They both became impatient, Dean leaning to the side table and pulling out the little bottle of lubrication and handing it to Cas. He thumbed it open and slicked the lube over himself, fingering Dean open and scissoring a few times before plunging in.
Dean gasped at the intrusion, his hand fluttering over his cock for a moment before reaching down to dig his fingers into Cas's ass.
Castiel's greased-up hand went to Dean's cock naturally, pumping him a few times to the beat of his hips snapping forward, colliding with Dean's ass. They came hard, Dean shooting thick ropes of semen along his chest as Cas hit his prostate several times in a row, unrelenting and savage in his quest for his own end. He came to a shuddering stop above Dean, biting his bottom lip hard enough to almost bleed, eyes screwed shut and hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Dean laughed gently and tugged him down to lie on his chest, still nestled between his spread thighs.
"Did you know that Katarzyna is the lead in the show we are going to see?" Cas asked, his breath tickling Dean's thin spattering of chest hair. Silence greeted him, making the smaller man sit up, thinking that Dean had fallen asleep.
Dean was caught off guard, not remembering her name being on the tickets. He didtn know how to answer; should he downplay it? make it sound like he didn't seek her out after all these years and find her doing what she should be doing, her job? His heart pounded in his chest, but he decided to come clean.
"Cas…" he began, shifting so that Castiel slipped out of him and they sat up. Dean pulled his fiancée's hand into his lap, enclosed in his own. "I found her a while ago, and sent her some money. She was living on the street and was too ashamed to talk to you because you were the one who dragged her out of that life a long time ago. She sent me these tickets to say thank you, and gave my VIP seats and passes so that we can see her after the show. I wanted it to be a surprise, you brat," he teased, pinching Cas's arm lightly.
"I don't understand…why would she be ashamed to talk to a person who she claimed to be her best friend?"
"Darling, she was selling herself again, even back on some drugs. She was scared, and quite frankly she was pissed at me when I found her. I swore I wouldn't say anything to you until she got cleaned back up. i am sorry that I didn't tell you about the money though." When he finished Dean was staring into his lap, twisting his fingers. Cas noticed, for once seeing the kid he met in history class that first day again, awkward and ashamed. A smile teased his lips, and he pressed a forgiving kiss to Dean's forehead as he got up to go shower off the lube and smell of sex. A few minutes later Dean figured that he was forgiven and followed suit.
After they were clean and dry, Dean started getting dinner ready when his phone rang from the counter top. He snatched it up, seeing Gabe's number and smiled.
"Hey little man, what's up?" Dean asked, filling a pan with water for macaroni.
Hey you dick! I heard through the damn grapevine that you got engaged last night! What the hell? Where am I in this scheme?!
Dean laughed aloud, turning to Cas who had entered the kitchen behind him. 'It's Gabe' he mouthed at his angel, opening his arm for the smaller man to tuck up against his chest. "Well, Gabriel, I apologize. I wasn't going to even propose until we were up there, but we had such a nice dinner I figured that I'd go ahead and do it now." Cas stretched up and kissed his chin, making him smile.
Ugh, Dean! You should have at least TOLD ME is all I'm saying! Here, your psycho brother wants you!
Hey Dean! Congrats guys! Is Cas there right now?
"Yeah, Sammy he's right here."
HI CASTIEL! CONGRATS! Hey, when do you guys leave? Can we double date before you're hitched? CAN WE COME ALONG AND SEE? By the end Sam was positively yelling into the phone, and Dean was holding the cell a good two feet away from his head.
"Uh, Sam, we won't have any extra room, or show tickets…" he said lamely, making Cas scowl back at him from where he stirred the macaroni in the pot. "I don't think that would be the best idea. But I'll tell you what, when we get back you and Gabe can plan us a reception, okay?" Sam huffed but agreed to the new deal, realizing that it was all he was going to get. "You guys can come over next week, how about Tuesday for dinner?" he asked, and was greeted with a yelled assent from Gabriel in the background. Sam laughed, but when the lip-smacking started Dean hung up. he loved Gabe, and he knew that they were a great match for each other, but he was still his little brother dating the legendary freshman hunter of their school.
Gabe had gotten the nerve to ask Dean if it would be okay to date Sam just before graduation, and they had soon moved in together close to campus so that Sam could attend. When Dean and Cas moved to Maryland for Johns Hopkins, Gabriel followed, unable to not be breathing down Dean's neck, and Sam came soon after, transferring schools to keep Dean happy. Now they lived about half an hour away in a small one bedroom apartment, and they were as happy as…well as happy as Dean and Cas were. Gabriel was still working on his doctoral degree, but he was reserved a space at Dean's practice as soon as he finished. He worked there a few days a week already, not as a psychiatrist but as a counselor.\
Dean said his goodbyes and hung up, wrapping his arms around the love of his life. His mind dwindled back to those days where he could barely stand from the pain, could barely breathe without the fear of being hit or stabbed hanging in the air and choking his lungs. Now his shining star was with him, helping guide the way to a better and brighter life, and he would never give him up. Their happiness was genuine, unerringly pure and he could feel it down to his bones that it would never end. New York would be an adventure, seeing an old friend and getting to turn a page into a new chapter of their lives. It was terrifying, but exciting beyond belief, and it was only two days away.