Chapter 17: I'll find a way
2043-2047
2043
'We're not spending five years in misery again. If something is bothering you, tell me,' Castiel harshly demanded. Dean hemmed and hawed and rubbed his neck and finally spoke up.
'It's about heaven. I'd like to not have heaven be like 50 First Dates or Click or any film starring Adam Sandler, really.'
'Is this about Bobby?'
'This is about heaven sucking. I want to be with you. Not stuck reliving a bunch of memories. But don't worry, I'll figure something out.'
2044
'I don't care for this getting older shit,' Dean muttered, squinting at his reflection in the mirror. Castiel jumped off the bed.
'That's because you look like a male model. We normal folks have much less to lose,' he elaborated. Dean smirked and turned around.
'Normal? You're kidding me, right? Like people don't stare after you,' Dean scoffed. He advanced slowly until Castiel was standing with his back against the wall.
'That is because I am considered strange, not because I am considered beautiful,' Castiel protested. Breathing softly, they moved against each other. Nothing happened. They waited ten seconds and then another ten seconds. Castiel could feel that Dean maybe needed a blue pill, but he also knew that for some reason Dean didn't like to take one of those. So, instead of allowing Dean to pull away, he wrapped his arms around Dean.
'I love you,' he said.
And there it was.
2045
'I want Castiel to come with me. He's least likely to embarrass me,' Hannah pleaded. Dean snorted.
'We're talking about the same guy?' he asked. In the end, Dean didn't mind if Castiel went with Hannah to the hospital. Castiel still thought that giving birth was something miraculous. Dean mostly thought that it was gross. Plus, it would give him more time to do research about heaven. It seemed that he was finally getting somewhere. He'd already talked about it with Castiel, but it would be easier to work on it without Mr. Sex-on-a-stick being near him.
2046
Proving once and for all that when it came to controlling his urges in public Dean would never learn his lesson, Dean took Castiel to the USD library and instigated something. Again.
'This seems like one of those places where if people complain about the hot guy on guy action, it's not because of the guy on guy part, but because we're ancient,' Dean said, looking through the racks at the busy students. Smiling, he opened the top button of his shirt and added, 'You want some ancient, yet hot action?'
'That's not really appropriate, Dean, especially since Hannah is a professor here now, but yes.'
As if he needed to ask. In a matter of seconds, Castiel's mouth was glued to Dean's collarbones. His tongue seared the skin, almost sanding it with its roughness. With his hands around Dean's throat, Castiel pushed him back against the gleaming spines of scientific journals. Trying to keep his moans to a minimum, Dean still couldn't manage to keep quiet as Castiel forced his knee between Dean's legs.
'Don't, ah, stop. Fuck. Fuck me.'
2047
The Impala stalled at the side of the road. Dean had it towed back to the house, where he worked on it with Sam, but it simply wouldn't start.
'It's an old car, Dean,' Sam said as he wiped the grease off his hands with an already dirty cloth.
'It's not the years; it's the mileage,' Dean quipped. Bobby would have been able to fix it, he thought, but he didn't say it. Instead, he handed Sam a beer.
'Okay, Indiana Jones.'