Castiel loved the way the neighborhood looked at sunset. The golden rays painting everything in colors heaven couldn't have begin to show. He'd begun to go on nightly runs. He loved the feeling of running, ever since that day in the forest. It made him feel so alive. His heart pounding, his feet on the pavement, even sweating; they all felt so unique, he'd been human for four months, and he was still shocked at how everything felt, how even repetitive things had unique feelings every time. His evening run became his meditation time. He could just run and reflect on his day and problems he faced, sort through emotions he wasn't used to yet. And most importantly, he didn't have to think about anything at all. He liked that. He liked to be able to just step out of his mind and feel and observe the world around him. It was peaceful.
He saw the impala in the drive way, and ran into the house. He stripped as he walked down the stairs and heard the shower already running. He stepped in behind Dean who was still busy scrubbing is nails clean.
"Hey, you. How was work?" He mumbled into Dean's wet shoulder as he kissed it.
"It was alright, though my shoulders are sore, I'm not sure why. I think I'm getting old, man." He frowned and scrubbed harder at the grease under his nails. Castiel wasn't sure why, but Dean always had an obsession with cleaning his nails, even as a teen. He'd go back to the hotel and scrub all the ash and grave dirt from his nails, even if it took hours. His hands looked clean enough to Cas, so he took the scrubber from Dean.
"Enough, I want you to have fingers left."
"Fine," he kissed Cas, gently pulling him under the stream of water, "How was your run?"
"Refreshing."
They took turns washing each other's hair and body. There wasn't anything sexual to it, it was just a routine of affection they both enjoyed. Cas liked to get up and watch Dean shave in the morning. Dean liked to watch Castiel study. They'd notched each other into their lives, and it all seemed to fit so perfectly neither of them questioned it. They were happy. When they were finished, and had toweled off, he led to the bed.
"I want to give you a massage, lay down."
"What's the occasion?"
"Can't I just do something nice?" He laughed and gave Dean a firm slap on the ass, "Go on, lay down."
Dean smirked and laid down on his stomach, he was naked but the room was warm and comfortable. Castiel dug around for some massage oils and straddled Dean right beneath his bottom.
"I like this already," he quipped.
"Shut up or I'll stop doing nice things for you."
Dean smiled but stayed silent as Castiel began to work knots out of his shoulders with firm hands. The wonderful feeling of pain then relief flooded his body, soon he felt like putty in the able hands.
"Shit, Cas. You've got some healer's hands there; maybe teacher was the wrong fake career."
"I like saving this for you alone." His hands ran over the smooth skin, it was so warm and perfectly tanned. Dean looked so beautiful; his eyes closed, a serene smile on his face, body melting in Castiel's hands. He leaned down and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He kissed gently down Dean's back, and then began massaging his lower back. Years of digging up graves and spent hunched under car hoods had taken its toll and Cas had his work cut out for him. Soon Dean's muscles were smoothed and soothed. Castiel placed more kisses down his back, this time ending on his tailbone as his hands gently squeezed his ass cheeks. He was more than a little turned on from the noises Dean had been making, and seeing him all spread out and pleased in front of him. Dean had become half hard from the sheer relaxation and then feeling Castiel become aroused on top of him.
"Whatchya thinking about back there, babe?" Dean smirked as Castiel's hands continued to run over his firm ass.
"You know, we've never switched positions," he kissed up Dean's back, letting his stubble scrape along the way making Dean shiver, he ended at his ear, "and I really want to take you hard right now." He nibbled on his earlobe gently. Dean moaned at the feeling, and at the thought. He'd wanted Cas to fuck him for a long time, they'd just never gotten around to it.
"Do it, I want you," he mumbled as he leaned up to kiss the other man deeply. As they kissed, Cas pushed one well oiled finger into Dean's ass. He gasped into the kiss. It was nothing new to him, but in the heat of the moment it felt so fucking good. He bit at Castiel's lip and urged him on. Cas pulled away to add some lube before adding a second finger. Dean pushed back onto the fingers, which crooked to stroke his prostate, making Dean let out a guttural moan. Castiel smirked and worked him open, adding a third finger. Going this far was new to Dean, but he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying himself. Castiel pulled the other man up to his knees, Dean's back resting on Cas's chest as they kneeled on the bed. He kissed the hollow behind Dean's ear as he removed his fingers.
"Ready?" his voice low and hot.
"Fuck me, please."
Dean's hands anchored themselves on the headboard to keep himself stead as Castiel pushed up slowly into him. Dean shuddered at the feeling. It was foreign, but he was so relaxed from the earlier massage it wasn't uncomfortable. After a minute his hips pushed back into Cas who grabbed Dean's hips to manage the pace. It was slow and passionate. Pulling himself almost all the way out before sliding back in at just the right angle to stoke along Dean's prostate, making him shiver and keen.
"You like that?" he growled and bit at the crook of Dean's neck.
"More, Cas."
Castiel upped the pace, it would seem frantic if they weren't so in sync with each other. Their bodies knew each other. Castiel's hand slid up around Dean's chest, his hand gently gripping Dean's throat. It was possessive, it was just the right amount of dominance and it drove Dean mad. Cas was still thrusting hard into Dean's spot. Dean reached to his leaking cock and stroked it firmly in time with the thrusts. It didn't take much, within three or four more thrusts he was spilling over his hand, head thrown back on Castiel's shoulder who nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin on Dean's neck. Hearing Dean moan his name breathlessly over and over sent Cas over the edge too. As soon as Dean had finished cumming, Castiel filled him up with his own. He pulled out and Dean immediately missed the feeling.
They collapsed next to each other on the now dirty bed.
"We should do that more often," Dean said breathlessly.
Castiel laughed, low and tired, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Did you?"
"Oh yeah, that was the best idea we've had in a while."
He snuggled into Dean's arms. He was warm and his skin was damp and flushed. He smelled delicious. He started to drift off, when Dean's low voice raised him back from the edge of sleep.
"I have something for you?"
"More than a perfect ass?" he teased as Dean reached into his bedside table drawer. He pulled out a small wooden box.
"Open it."
Castiel sat up and looked uncertainly at Dean as he took the box in his hands. The wood was beautifully dark and polished, it felt good in his hand. He opened it carefully.
It was filled with salt, and in the salt sat two matte silver bands.
His eyes welled with tears, he knew this custom. "Dean? W-wha-what is this?"
"Castiel," he reached to take one of Cas' shaking hands, "You're the most important person do me. You're my best friend, and I fell in love with you the day I met you. At first I resisted, but then I made the best decision I've ever made, I let it happen; I let us fall in love and be together. I know I've done some shitty things, Cas. But I promise you—I vow to you right now that you're the only person I ever want to wake up to again. I vow that you're my partner in life, in hunting, in crime, and in love. And if you'll allow it, I vow to be the best husband I can be."
Dean's glassy green eyes were filled with nothing but passion and sincerity. He raised the hand he'd been holding to his lips and kissed Castiel's ring finger, "Please, Cas."
Castiel's eyes overflowed, he set the box down and grabbed Dean's face and kissed him hard. Tears began flowing from Dean's eyes too.
"Dean, oh my god." Cas whispered as he wiped the tears from his lover's cheeks. Dean picked up one of the rings from the box and took Cas's left hand and slid it on his finger. Castiel took the other ring and slid it on Dean's finger. Both faces were streaked with tears and spread with grins ear to ear.
"So, it's a yes?"
"No shit, Sherlock." He laughed and kissed Dean again.
They laughed and resumed cuddling. Both held out their hand every couple minutes to admire the simple silver band.
"I know it's not much, and I know it's not legal."
"Do the Winchesters even know what is legal at this point?"
"Nope. See Cas, you're already family. Now it's just official."
"I'm glad. I love you."
"I love you too."
They eventually they drifted off in each other's arms, smiles plastered on their faces.
Dean wasn't even annoyed when the phone rang early the next morning.
"Hello?" he said dreamily, still smiling.
"I'm coming down now. It's urgent." Bobby said tersely into the phone before it went dead.
Well shit.