Interlude: The Sexual Escapades of an Angel and his Demon
Part 2 – Date Night
Summary: It's the goddamn apocalypse so if Dean wants to take Cas out to dinner, sue him, alright?
Author's Notes: I was in the mood for Destiel porn/fluff so here goes :) This is set between chapters 16 and 17 of The Good Fight.
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That first night after Michael fell they toss books until Cas' head slumps forward and he falls asleep right at the table. Dean can't help but smile at that as he's rubbing his tired eyes and soldiers on, turning another page.
He wakes up four hours later and discovers he's gone and drooled all over the probably pretty rare and expensive encyclopedia while he was out, though Cas ain't doing much better.
That day passes with too much caffeine, too many snarky remarks from Crowley to keep 'em sane and barely edible food from the pantry. It falls to Dean to cook, which isn't helping his mood at all 'cause it reminds him too much of Sammy and how he used to cook for him when he was little.
When the clock pushes past midnight and Cas starts yawning again, Dean puts his foot down.
"We're going to bed, for real. None of this 'napping with a head on the table' crap, alright?"
"Dean, we haven't –"
"Yeah, I know we ain't got nothing yet, Cas, but if we're burning the candle at both ends then we're never gonna get anywhere. Humans need rest and even I need a couple 'o hours of shut-eye every now and again."
"He just wants to get your knickers off," is Crowley's unhelpful contribution, which Dean blatantly ignores.
In the end he gets Cas into bed and pulls him close to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Dean, I'm afraid I'm too tired for –" Cas begins but Dean shushes him with a slight shake of his head.
"Not everything's about sex, Cas."
Something melts in Cas' eyes then, the blue suddenly softer than before, though Dean cuts that thought off 'cause he doesn't need to be gushing like a schoolgirl with a crush.
His throat tightens despite his best efforts, though, especially when Cas smiles tentatively and huddles closer, placing his head on Dean's chest. His arm tightens around the former angel and he wills his heart to slow down or else Cas might hear it through his skin.
Dean's out like a light soon enough and when he wakes up a few hours later it's to find Cas draped across him and something that's definitely morning wood poking him in the hip.
Never one to waste an opportunity like this (it's not Cas' first sleep boner, but it's still new enough for the guy to warrant special attention), Dean shifts until he can roll Cas onto his back without waking him up. Cas is sleeping shirtless so Dean has an expanse of pale skin to explore.
He traces the sternum with his tongue, kisses each nipple before sliding lower, carefully dipping his tongue into Cas' navel and burying his nose in the coarse hair dusting the area. The happy trail leads him down, down until a pair of dark blue briefs is in the way.
Dean takes his time, mouthing at the erection through the fabric, delighting in the small sounds that rumble in Cas' chest at the stimulation. He'll wake up soon and Dean wants him to look down and find Dean's lips wrapped around his cock, so he moves things along, pulling the underwear off gently and sucking the tip of Cas into his mouth.
He keeps the pressure soft, almost tentative, casting frequent glances up to check the other man's expression. It's when Dean starts massaging the balls as well that Cas starts returning to the realm of the living.
"Dean!" he gasps when he realizes what's happening and Dean chuckles around the flesh in his mouth. He twists his tongue to massage the underside of the glans, eliciting something that's positively a whelp and makes Cas grip his hair.
He's never given such an unhurried blowjob in his life and it's amazing – pulling off and then tracing the vein down the shaft, sucking a testicle into his mouth, then licking his way up again and swallowing him down as far as possible, then repeating the process. Dean adds pressure and uses his hands, tongues the slit and brushes a finger across Cas' hole, until he's drunk from the whines and desperate moans, not to mention the musky smell of Cas' arousal.
The tightening grip in his hair is the first sign that Dean's succeeding in breaking Cas' control and he finally allows himself to shove a hand down his own pajamas, coordinating the speed of his strokes with the rhythm of his mouth.
Cas finds release first, barely coherent enough to give Dean a warning, though he doesn't mind, just drinks down every drop of Castiel's come and feels his own climax approaching.
Cas' smile is blinding when Dean opens his eyes again.
"I like this kind of wake-up call."
Dean "hm"s contentedly and decides to hit the shower before he falls asleep again. Cas joins him, although the official reason is "preserving water and time".
Yeah, right.
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The idea comes to Dean when he's preparing sandwiches with Cas – 'cause the world might be ending but making a kickass BLT is a skill everyone needs to muster before the lights blow out.
"The preparation of food constitutes kinship in many cultures," Cas remarks as he arranges bacon on slice of bread.
Dean raises an eyebrow at him. Did he miss that it's Factoid Day?
"Sometimes people who eat food cooked on the same hearth are not allowed to marry since they are considered siblings."
"So what about dates? You mean you can't cook for 'em or you'll end up related?"
"You cannot apply Western principle of courtship rituals to customs from other spheres, Dean."
"Oh, right. Don't forget the lettuce, Cas. It's BLT, not BT."
Cas frowns down at his salad-free design and pulls the top off again, adds the greens and then puts it together again, presenting it to Dean with a smile.
"Looks great," Dean says and he means it.
It's when he puts away the dishes after the food is gone (and after even Alex praised Cas' attempt at cooking) that Dean's mind circles back to 'courtship rituals'. It's a stupid phrase to get hung up on but he can't help it.
Dean's always made sure to treat his partners right – well, maybe not the one night stands at the Triangles, or several other more, uh, casualencounters. But whenever he really put the moves on someone that always included a date or two at least. Lisa even managed to drag him to the theater on one memorable occasion early on in their relationship.
He liked all those people but… Cas is different. And to think that all Dean's done as far as "treating him right" goes is morning blow jobs, something that might be considered cuddling if you squint, and saving his ass – though Cas has been saving him right back so that last one don't really count.
So he's gonna take Cas out on a date. Nothing too fancy, just a nice dinner at that Mexican place that delivers and has a nice atmosphere. Dean digs the menu out of one of the kitchen drawers and calls to reserve a table.
The fact that they're in the middle of the apocalypse that Dean's even partially responsible for and will turn into a complete catastrophe that'll be completely his fault if he doesn't find a way to stop it hits him when he returns to the library and sees all the books covering the tables.
Then Cas looks up and smiles.
Well. The world's ending but Dean's gonna take Cas out on a date, period.
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"Why would we go to a restaurant if it delivers its dishes as well?"
Of course Cas doesn't get it when Dean tells him to change because they're going out to the Mexican place.
"Because, Cas. It's what you do."
"I have never been to a Mexican restaurant, which disproves your statement."
Dean sighs and closes his eyes briefly. "It's a date, Cas, come on!"
The former angel stops and tilts his head, eyes full of surprise. Dean shuffles a bit on the spot.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you take me on a date? We are already pursuing a relationship. I was under the impression that 'dating' is a step on the road to achieving such a goal."
"Yeah, but we sorta skipped that when we started all this, didn't we? My black-eyed self was a slacker in the wooing department, you can't deny that."
"You don't need to woo me, Dean," Cas tells him sincerely, his lips curling in the faintest of smiles.
"Hell I do, Cas! You deserve being wined and dined, so let me treat you right."
The former angel is silent for a moment and simply watches him, yet before it starts to become uncomfortable, he blinks and nods. "Alright. Though I am unsure of what this will entail? Books on the subject aren't too clear."
"It's not rocket science, Cas. We dress up a bit, sit down for a meal, talk like we always do, you try to pay but I'll do it in the end 'cause I'm that kinda guy and then I get you home, with an optional stroll through the moonlight."
"Does that mean we cannot engage in coitus until the third one of such a date?"
Dean splutters a little then. "Please, don't say 'coitus', Cas… And no, we don't need to – it's not – there's no fixed way of doing this, Cas. We're two grown-ass men, we can have sex whenever we like."
Cas seems relieved to hear that, though maybe that's just Dean's imagination.
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Dean and Cas decided to meet in the garage but once he's groomed (and yes, Dean spent a panicked fifteen minutes in front of his pretty limited closet before settling on his nicest pair of jeans and a dark green button down that – so he's been told – complements his eyes) he drops by the library to tell Alex where they're off to.
"You're going on a date." It's not a question but more of a reproach.
"Honey, if you want to get out of here, I'm more than happy to oblige," Crowley comments from his seat two tables away.
Alex's answering glare make it very clear what she thinks about going out with the former King of Hell.
"Your loss, darling."
"Dean, we're blind in the water here – apart from coordinating the Hunter Network we have absolutely nothing to show for and you want to spend the evening making doe-eyes at your boyfriend?"
"I know, but we all need a break sometime, alright? We'll be back tomorrow, bright eyed and bushy tailed with more energy than ever."
"Fine", the huntress grumbles, turning away from him with more force than probably necessary. "Enjoy yourselves."
"Oh, and boys? We won't pick you up from the station for public indecency, just so you know!" Crowley calls after Dean before snickering into his copy.
Dean shakes his head, grinning despite himself.
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Dean pulls out all the stops – he compliments his outfit (the usual dress-pants-and-shirt combo but why knock what works?), opens the passenger door for Cas, pulls out his chair and discovers himself to be somewhat nervous although he doesn't have to win Cas over anymore.
It's incredibly rewarding 'cause the former angel gets flustered by all the attention, his cheeks coloring and Dean has to exert an incredible amount of self-control to stop himself from kissing the air out of Cas' lungs right there at the restaurant.
Dean tells him about Crowley propositioning Alex, which leads to speculation about Crowley's wife when he was still human and Castiel explaining about marriage customs and life of the 17th century, which then leads to Cas detailing other strange (well, to Dean at least) social protocols and conventions - Cas' words – and before he knows it the food arrives.
It's amazing how easily they can hold a conversation, Dean muses. He expected at least some awkwardness since he decided not to focus on current supernatural events and he would have guessed that'd throw them for a loop regarding topics.
"… and milk and food are all part of the cycle, it's fascinating," Cas concludes his explanation about the group of people he mentioned while they were making sandwiches.
Dean shakes his head at how weird it seems to him and how heavily Cas can geek out about that stuff, including the sparkling eyes and animated hand gestures. Then suddenly, Cas freezes.
"Oh, I'm monopolizing the conversation. I believe that is impolite, especially on a date."
"No worries, Cas, I like listening to you. You know a shit ton of stuff, seriously."
"Well, I watched most of these customs evolve. That spurs on one's memory."
Dean chuckles until his thought catch up with what he's laughing about. Cas doesn't often mention his past as a being of celestial intent or whatever, because everyone knows about it so there's no need to mention it. So when he does, it catches your attention. Not that it ever slipped Dean's mind but these past few days, pouring over books, cooking together (or Dean cooking with Castiel observing) and getting into the same bed every night… It sorta made him, well, not forget that Cas isn't actually human but – it just felt so normal. Like they're both two pals, hunters even. Equal.
But they're not. Cas is an ex-warrior of God and Dean's the son of a bitch who broke the world. Twice. Sure, Cas made his fair share of bad choice but it still don't change the fact that Dean is so undeserving of Cas' attention that –
"Dean?"
He blinks, finding intense blue eyes focused on him in worry.
"Where did you go? You were deep in thought."
"Oh, nothing, I'm sorry." Dean shakes his head and redirects Cas' attention elsewhere.
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End Notes: I don't know what happened. I set out to write fluff and – bam! – in comes Dean's man pain and now I'm sad. Sorry about that.
Oh, and for those wondering about the processes of kinning – Cas is referring to the Malays of the island of Langkawi, who don't use Western concepts of "biological" and "social" to categorize kinship.