Ha ha, I'm a horrible person that has kept you waiting for an update for over a year. Sorry? I honestly have no excuses I just haven't been motivated to write for this for that long. I'm making up for it by finally giving y'all that kiss. You can all thank my new friend Cas that I met at hoshicon last weekend for this update, because they are the first person I've met who has actually read this fic other than my friends. So thank you Cas, this one's for you.
"Sammy!" Dean yells, glaring down at his phone. Sam peeks his head out of the bathroom with a bitch face.
"What?"
"Did you mess with my phone again?" Dean asks, holding up the offending object and the picture that was displayed as his background. Sam takes one look at it and bursts into laughter. "Goddammit Sam!"
"Hey man, I didn't put that picture there! I didn't even take that picture." Sam says between chuckles. Dean glowers at him.
"Then who did?" He asks. "Me? Cas? Who else has access to my phone?"
"I don't know man, but as soon as you find out, ask them to send me a copy of that." Sam laughs and Dean frowns. He grumbles to himself and goes about trying to change his phone background, sitting down in one of the cheap motel chairs. Dean groans when he opens his photos and sees the other pictures of him and Cas cuddling that have suddenly appeared.
"Oh come on!" He complains.
"Hello Dean." Cas says, suddenly behind him even though he's lost the ability to fly only a few weeks before.
"Jesus Christ!" Dean yelps, hiding his phone from the former angel's view.
"No, I'm Castiel." He replies deadpan.
"Yeah, very funny Cas. I should put a fucking bell on you, I swear." Dean shakes his head and turns in his chair to face Cas. Cas's hair glistens in the poor motel lighting and his shoulders are wet where drops of rain landed on the tan fabric. "What's up?"
Cas looks down, then at Sam, then back to Dean. He frowns and hunches his shoulders. "There appears to be a storm approaching. I-" He looks away again and swallows. "I did not to be alone when it struck." He looks up and now Dean can clearly see the tinge of fear in his eyes.
"Alright man, let's, uh, let's get you settled in then, okay?" Dean smiles at him reassuringly and stands from the uncomfortable chair. "Do you wanna, uh, maybe change into some dry clothes?" Dean asks, noticing the slight shiver Cas has acquired. Cas looks down at himself and nods.
"Thank you Dean, I would appreciate it." Cas sheds his trench coat and for a moment Dean just stares because he doesn't remember when Cas started wearing his clothes but that seems like something he should recall and yet here they are with Cas wearing Dean's clothes and Dean not remembering when that happened and quite honestly not really caring as long as Cas keeps doing it, because Dean really likes him in his clothes, and oh yeah speaking of clothes Dean needs to give Cas a pair of his pajamas that Dean himself has worn, occasionally sans underwear, so that Cas isn't just standing there in Dean's clothes dripping wet, water soaking through the thin cotton, rivulets running down Cas's chest, stomach, possibly beneath his waistband towards his- right, pajamas. Dean clears his throat and moves towards his duffle, riffling through it for a second before pulling out his spare pajamas. He's started to carry around a double set of everything after Cas started to Fall, because Dean won't let him wear the same clothes all the time.
"Here." Dean hands the pile of clothes to Cas, who immediately pulls off his soaked t-shirt. Dean's eyes flicker down to the sharp cut of his hipbones. He licks his lips, blushes, then turns away with a cough. "Why don't you take a shower, too? So you won't be as cold." He suggests, nodding over to the vacant bathroom.
Cas takes his bundle of clothes and enters the bathroom, leaving his wet coat and shirt laying on the motel carpet. Dean crumbles to himself about angels and their lack of ability to clean up after themselves as he picks the wet clothes up and puts them in a plastic grocery bag.
Sam clears his throat and Dean's head snaps up to look at him.
"I'm going to go out for a bit. There's a, uh, museum… thing in town that I've been thinking about checking out. So… Bye." Sam rushes out the door with his coat and the Impala's keys in his hands.
"Wait, Sam!" Dean stutteringly calls out, but Sam's already closed the door behind him. "Dammit." Dean mutters to himself, scowling at the door as the sound of the Impala's engine roars over the pelting rain. A sudden roll of thunder and a yelp from the bathroom sends Dean running, throwing open the bathroom door without thinking. "Cas!"
"Dean." Cas's voice trembles and Dean pulls the shower curtains open, looking down at the wet form of his friend, curled on the bottom of the bathtub, warm water still pouring from the shower head. Dean reaches over and turns off the water, then takes the towel that Cas brought in with him and carefully wraps it around his angel.
"You okay?" Dean asks, kneeling on the floor, broad hands holding the towel around Cas's shoulder. Cas nods shakily, but another roll of thunder sends him towards Dean. "Okay, it's okay. Just, hold on, stay there." Dean carefully moves away from Cas and grabs his clothes. "Here, just put these on and then we can go and, and cuddle up on the bed. Okay?" Dean cringes slightly at his use of the word 'cuddle', but Cas nods and takes the pile. Dean looks away to give Cas some privacy, but when another roll of thunder reverberates through the bathroom, Dean offers his hand to Cas's tight grip.
Cas lets go of his hand to pull on the shirt and Dean turns back, concerned.
"You okay, ba- buddy?" Dean asks, hoping Cas didn't notice his near slip, and holds out his hands for Cas to take, helping him out of the tub. Thunder rolls again and Cas's grip tightens on his hands as Dean pulls him towards himself. "Alright, it's fine. Let's get you somewhere safe and warm, okay?" Dean leads the angel towards his bed, keeping him close as they maneuver around the room, Cas tense as the storm outside rages on. Dean bundles Cas onto his bed, covering him with blankets and wrapping his arms around him. Cas cuddles in close, his head resting in the crook of Dean's neck, their legs tangled together.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better." Dean crones softly into Cas's ear, one of his hands cradling his head, the other rubbing soothing circles into his back. "Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better." Cas's head lift from Dean's shoulders. "And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder." Cas lift one hand and presses it against Dean's cheek, leaning into Dean's space. His voice falters on the lyrics and he swallows as Cas leans into his space. "H-hey Jude, don't let me d-down You have found her, now go and get h-"
Cas leans in the final inch and presses his lips to Dean's. There's a moment where Dean doesn't know what to do, then he lifts both of his hands to Cas's head and threads them through his still damp hair. Dean pours everything he's been feeling into the kiss, the fear, the worry, the guilt, and most of all, the love. Cas groans against his lips and Dean angles his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Cas's thumbs brush his cheeks and Dean smiles against Cas's mouth. The storm continues to sound outside the windows, but neither of them pay it any attention, too caught up in each other to notice the flashes of lightning and the rolls of thunder. It's only when the power cuts out that either of them remember the storm raging outside at all. They pull apart slightly, both of them panting, and Cas rests his head against Dean's forehead.
"You, uh, could've just told me if my singing was that bad." Dean jokes, badly. Cas chuckles and rests his head against Dean's neck. Dean can feel the smile on his face as he holds him closely and hums.
When Sam returns from his "museum trip" he finds the lights all back on and Dean and Cas cuddled on the bed, soft smiles on both of their faces as they sleep through the sound of rain on the motel roof.
Again, so sorry about the lack of updates. There's only one chapter left and I'm going to try and finish it soon so I can complete the story. Sorry. Again.