Title: The Little Wooden Kitchen In The Suburbs (4/?)
Author: craystiel
Rating: M (I guess I'm not sure)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel. Bonus domestic!Team Free Will
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, all rights belong to Supernatural.
Spoilers: Based off the Season 8 storyline I suppose.
Warnings: Its so fluffy I'm gonna die.
Beta: TruffleHead :)
Notes: This took ages, I'm sorry. Its extra long, because it took me extra long haha. Enjoy :)
Summary: It's been a few months since they shut the gates of hell forever. They've given up hunting for a simpler life. But Dean, he's having a little trouble adjusting.
The scalding hot water rushed from the shower head, washing off the harsh words of the night as it ran over Dean's skin and down into the drain. The news about the sulphur hadn't gone over very well. Sam had been the most upset, his large, gigantor body practically knocking over the table in all his haste to get up and yell at Dean. And Sam yelled all right, he yelled 'till he was blue in the face. He said a lot of, "I'm not sacrificing this life, we're not ruining this, we deserve this after all we've done". And Dean fought back. "I'm trying to keep us safe, I'm fighting for this life we've built just as much as you, I want this, I want our family, but we need to protect it, ignoring the problem's only gonna make it worse".
Cas had stayed silent, for the most part; he knew by now that getting in the middle of one of their arguments was pointless and didn't get anyone anywhere. They screamed the same arguments over and over until there was nothing left to say, until Dean gave up and Sam stormed off and Cas had been left in a quiet, empty room.
Sam had been right, of course. He usually was. Dean simply didn't want to admit it. He never did.
They were out of the family business and they were somewhat okay and one possible low level demon shouldn't scare them into going backwards. They'd all worked so hard for this. They'd all become respectful members of society, with jobs and legal credit cards and monthly bills they sometimes struggled to pay. It took all of them a lot to become the people they were today, and they were still on the mend. They were still becoming full functional human beings that had emotional connections and Sunday barbecues. They were trying, and although progress may be slow, Dean was the happiest he'd probably ever been. As much as he wanted to keep their little family safe, he also didn't want to ruin their lives. There had to be a happy medium here, he just had to find it.
The first thing he noticed when he walked into his room was Cas' trench coat, suit jacket and tie laying on his brown leather chair in the corner. His eyes trailed to the bed where Cas was curled up into a ball, eyes closed. This was different, it was nice. Cas usually came in during the night, crawling into Dean's bed on the excuse of a nightmare, and they would talk. So they'd talk when they were both half asleep and had no barriers to battle in order to get what they wanted. But tonight Cas was already here, stripped of his security blanket and smiling peacefully, wrapped tightly in Dean's covers. Dean smiled.
It was more.
Dean crawled in bed beside him, scooching in a little closer than necessary. Cas groaned and stretched before opening his eyes. Dean smiled again, a little wider this time. Sleepy Cas was his favourite, after all.
"Did I wake you?"
"Mm," Cas yawned, filling the remaining space between them, leaving barely an inch of room. "I came in to talk to you about tonight. I suppose fell asleep." He let out another little yawn at the end and as adorable as Cas looked right at that moment, Dean groaned and turned over.
"Can we not talk about tonight."
Cas leaned over 'till he was practically on top of Dean.
"It was not my intention to upset you," Cas took one of Dean's hands in his own, "but I think we need to discuss the possibility of giving up, of moving on from here." Cas stroked Dean's hand in soft circles. "Maybe we should go back to hunting, Dean. Something is always going to find us. We're unprotected here, we're out in the open, ready for the taking. We're easy pickings." Cas sounded scared and at that, Dean caved. All the frustration he'd been building the entire evening just fell away. He turned over and stared into Cas' eyes, their usual bright blue darkened by the shadows of the dark room or fear, he wasn't sure.
"Cas, it's fine, we're gonna be fine, we don't have to-" Dean shook his head.
Their hands clasped together tightly, the energy in the room shifting from comfortable to heated in a matter of moments. Dean's breath exchanged with Cas' as their noses brushed lightly for the briefest of moments. Cas' lips were so close.
All he'd ever wanted was so close.
He'd never realised it, of course, that this is what he'd wanted all along. He'd never laid in bed at night in a crappy motel room and wished Cas was there in his arms, so close that he could've tasted his breath. But now that he had it, he wasn't giving it up. Cas made him feel something, after all this time, and all he could think to describe this feeling that made him feel heavy and light all at the same time, was good. It felt good. It was good. And he wasn't going back. He may have thought he was born to be a hunter, but he was wrong. Hunting had been a stepping stone. Because he had to meet Cas and he had to be close to Sammy so that he could have this. This house, this family, this life, this moment right here, right now. Cas placed a hand on Dean's cheek and let his thumb run over the stubble.
"Cas..." Dean let out a long shaky breath.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, could feel his fingers and toes losing life. His mouth felt dry and his lungs felt as though they were closing up, not even allowing one last breath. Cas kept his warm hand on Dean's cheek, his eyes practically shinning into Deans'. This was their fork in the road moment. Was it left or right, up or down, friends or more?
Dean didn't know if he had the courage to make the move. To show Cas what those little gestures meant to him. What he meant to him. The air in the room felt like it was getting thicker and thicker; Dean expected to suffocate at any moment. Yet, instead, he felt Cas' lips brush against his own.
Tentative, light and brief, but also full, sweet and warm. It felt nice, it felt real, and it felt like home. Cas pulled away quickly, putting his head down.
"Cas." He whispered. His own voice sounded foreign to him, harsh and thick, like he'd just recovered from a cold. But most of all, he sounded shocked- and that's the last thing he was. He'd wanted that kiss, he wanted Cas.
"I-I apologize Dean, I'm not sure what I wa-" Dean cut him off by pressing his lips against the shaky ones before him, interrupting Cas' protests mid sentence. The kiss was much more intense than the first one, and for a second Cas' passionate kiss with Meg flashed into his mind. Cas took control immediately, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and deepening the kiss by sliding his tongue in between Dean's slightly hesitant lips. It was much more than Dean had ever imagined it to be. It felt as though his lungs were filling up with water- like he was going under- and fast- but at the same time, he'd never felt so peaceful, so safe, so whole. He was drowning as he was being saved all over again by Cas.
And yet, the kiss only became more heated. Dean was pushed onto his back as Cas climbed on top, pinning Deans arms behind his head and entwining their fingers together. All the girls he'd been with, all the supposedly 'great' sex he'd had, all of that was nothing compared to innocently making out on his bed with Cas. It was hot and heavy and Dean had to keep reminding himself to breathe. Cas' mouth trailed kisses along Dean's jaw before moving down his neck, sucking on the skin there while his hands roamed Deans bare chest. Dean let a groan slip between his lips, being completely unable to hold it in while Cas did whatever he'd learnt from the pizza man, to his neck.
"Cas, maybe we- ah- should..." Dean attempted to speak between heavy breaths and unexpected moans, "cool it down a little?"
"Ah, yes, ahem," Cas cleared his throat, shifting his body off of Dean's lap and onto the bed next to him, "You're right, we should ah- get some rest." Cas turned away. Dean had never heard Cas sound so out of character, so awkward. He felt guilty immediately. Dean didn't know what to say, but he also knew he didn't want to go back to how they were before, and actions have always meant more to Dean than words, so he leaned over Cas and lightly pressed his lips to Cas' cheek before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close.
"'Night, Cas."
"Goodnight, Dean"
xXx
Dean woke early to the morning sun beaming through the windows beside his bed. He'd forgotten to close the curtains last night he noticed as his eyes opened and strained against the bright morning light. He stretched out to grab Cas and pull him closer, and that's when he noticed he'd woken alone. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before looking at the clock: 6am. His ears kicked in and he heard talking in the kitchen. He pulled a shirt on and stumbled out towards the voices, rubbing his eyes every few seconds. Why on earth were they up so early?
"Dean!" said a voice he'd recognize anywhere. Before he got a chance to object, two lanky arms were wrapping around his neck. "Ugh, I've missed you!"
"Garth?" Dean squeezed out a breath. Garth released him and straightened Bobby's old hat on top of his head.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" Dean looked around the kitchen, where he found Sam serving up breakfast and Cas sitting at the table casually, still without his coat, jacket, and tie.
"Sam called last night, and I was in the neighborhood." Garth said, grabbing a piece of bacon and sticking half of it straight in his mouth, "Mm, Sam, good. Now, apparently you're having a demon problem?" he asked, waving the bacon around in his hand.
Dean shook his head, "No, not exactly." Sam passed Dean a plate and he sat down next to Cas at the table, who smiled at him brightly, briefly flashing his teeth. "I found some sulfur next door, in the garage, and I- well, we haven't investigated further."
"And now we don't need to," Cas said, "as Garth volunteered."
"Yeah, okay we're just gonna send Garth out to investigate our own neighborhood, because we can't just do it ourselves." Dean grunted.
"Dean we can't just 'do it ourselves'." Sam sighed. "Look, we fought about this a lot last night, but I think this is the best solution." Sam moved to sit beside Dean at the table, "We want to keep our lives here, and the only way we're gonna be able to do that is if we keep hidden and safe and get another hunter to check it out."
"Sam's right, Dean, it's easier this way." Cas smiled, placing his hand over Dean's and stroking it lightly.
Dean pulled away, "Ugh. Fine"
"I'll see you guys later." Garth smirked, sticking his thumbs up, before leaving through the door in the kitchen.
"For the record," Dean stood up, "I do not like this one bit." Sam and Cas exchanged a look, but Dean ignored it and stormed off towards his bedroom.
Garth returned a few hours later, pizzas and beer in tow. Dean only left his bedroom on the promise of food and information.
"Please tell me you found something out?" Dean asked, grabbing a beer.
"Garth never comes back empty handed!" Garth went to open a beer and Sam grabbed it quickly, passing it to Cas. "Really guys, still? You'll let me make sure your neighborhood is safe and demon free but I can't have one beer?"
"You're just much more fun sober." Dean said with a mouthful of pizza.
"Yeah." Sam smiled, rolling his eyes as he turned away.
"Sure. Okay I asked around the neighborhood, did the whole song and dance-"
"And?" Dean interrupted.
"And whatever was here ain't here anymore." Garth took a bite of his pizza and smiled.
"You're sure?" Dean asked.
"Yes."
"100% Sure?" Sam asked
"Yeah."
"We're completely safe?" Cas asked
"Safe from the supernatural, yes. Safe from tacky suburbanites and block parties." Garth shrugged, taking another bite of pizza.
xXx
Dean fell into bed hours later, a little more drunk than he'd intended on getting. Cas fell in beside him, much more drunk than all of them combined.
"I believe I am-" Cas burped, giggling afterwards, "Not used to this whole drinking thing yet."
"You're cute when you're drunk." Dean placed a sloppy kiss to Cas' lips. Cas returned the kiss and they lazily made out, giggling and smiling the whole time.
"If I'm so cute," Cas said between kisses, "Why did you ignore me half the night?"
Dean pulled away and sighed, "I thought we could keep this," Dean kissed Cas and they both giggled, "between us for now."
"Oh." Cas pulled away a little.
"Is that- is that okay?" Dean asked, moving back into the space Cas put between them.
"Of course, Dean, whatever you're comfortable with."
"Thanks, Cas." Dean wrapped an arm around Cas' waist and pulled him in tight. Dean tried to kiss him one last time, but Cas moved his head and buried his it into Dean's neck.
"I'm tired, let's get some sleep." Dean wasn't too sure, his mind a little hazy from being drunk, but he thinks he may have just ruined all the progress they'd been making.
It was much, much less.
Now Dean wasn't sure of two things: his future with Cas, and the future of their family, especially on this street. It was no coincidence that a demon showed up, and it was no coincidence it left without a trace either. Tomorrow he would investigate things for himself, and tomorrow he'd try and fix things with Cas. He knew he'd screw things up, he always did. But maybe this time he'd be man enough to fix them, too. Dean laid his head upon Cas' and ignored how he moved away slightly, before closing his eyes and resting his drunk mind.