When noon rolled around, Dean was halfway up the large tree by Cas's doors. He reached the top and looked in through the window. Cas was still sleeping on his bed. Dean banged on the window. Cas stirred a little, but didn't wake up.
"Dammit, Cas!" Dean yelled. "Get your ass out of bed!"
Cas rolled over but still didn't wake up.
"If I get hit in the head again, I will murder you." Dean muttered as he pulled the slim jim from his waistband and began stabbing at the doors. After a moment, they clicked and he swung them open. Dean proceeded to walk in, quietly shutting the doors behind him.
Dean ran and jumped on top of Cas on the bed, straddling his waist. Dean gently patted Cas's cheeks.
"Get up you lazy ass." Dean ordered. "We have things to do."
Cas groaned, but wouldn't wake up. Dean chuckled leaned down to kiss Cas. He kept kissing him until Cas quickly opened his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Cas mumbled.
"Waking you up." Dean answered.
"What are you doing here?" Cas replied.
"You're teaching me how to be rich." Dean smiled.
"Get off me." Cas glared at him, pushing Dean out of the kiss.
Dean sat up straight, still on Cas's waist. Cas propped himself up on his elbows.
"Why are you here so early?" Cas moaned.
"Dude. It's noon." Dean laughed.
"That's early." Cas whined.
"You are so spoiled." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Am not!" Cas protested.
"Yes you are." Dean smirked.
Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean.
"So what are we doing today?" Dean asked anxiously.
"Well before I can even let you out of this room, you need to look rich. That's the only way you're allowed to even talk to me." Cas said.
"Awesome. What do you have?" Dean climbed off Cas and opened his closet.
"Nothing for you. First, if you wore one of my suits, Michael would notice. Second, they need to be tailored specifically for you." Cas stated.
"I don't own a suit, though. That could be a problem." Dean sighed.
"Well, you need at least five." Cas replied.
"You're not helping here." Dean leaned against the wall.
"If you let me get dressed, then I will be able to." Cas responded.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Are you seriously that dense?!" Cas scoffed.
"I'm sure you charm all the ladies with that attitude." Dean retorted. "And yes, I must be that dense."
Cas huffed in annoyance as he grabbed his wallet off his dresser and held it up. "I'm going to buy you some suits."
"Oh..." Dean realized. "Cool. Are we going to Sears or Savers?"
"Neither. We're going on a road trip." Cas smiled.
"Can we take the Impala?" Dean asked.
"No need." Cas answered. "Let me just get some clothes on and call Bela around."
"Bela?"
"She's one of our chauffeurs for the limo." Cas explained.
"I thought you said there was no need for driving?" Dean asked.
"I said there was no need for the Impala. I know you love that car, Dean, but you have to drive in style when you're around my family." Cas responded.
"I hate your family." Dean sighed.
"Me too." Cas laughed. "And another thing, I have Charlie working on a gate access card for you."
"It's hard to believe that in three weeks you went from 'don't touch me' to 'here's a key to my house'." Dean chuckled. "Are you possessed?"
"No. I'm perfectly normal." Cas answered, flipping open his phone and sending a text.
"You'll never be normal." Dean teased.
"Normal is boring anyways." Cas smiled.
Dean and Cas snuck out of his room and walked out to the limo.
"Where to?" Bela asked.
Cas leaned forward to the drivers seat and said, "Chicago O'Hare National Airport."
"You two running away together? Gonna get hitched?" She teased.
"We've only known each other for a month, dude." Dean laughed.
"Actually it's one month and a week." Cas corrected. "Exactly."
"Aw, how sweet. You two are MFEO." Bela cooed.
"We're motherfucking what?" Dean asked.
"Made for each other." Cas remarked. "Even I knew that."
"That we were made for each other or what it stood for?" Dean smirked.
"I'll let you decide that one." Cas winked.
The limo pulled into the airport, but no planes were visible from the position they'd parked in.
"Get out." Cas ordered.
"Wow. What a gentleman." Dean retorted.
"Just get out of the car. Or do I have to open the door for you and take your hand and give you a tampon?" Cas sneered.
"Again." Dean sighed. "What a gentleman. I'm starting to see why you're single."
"Was." Cas coughed. "Or did you already forget that you tricked me into being your boyfriend?"
Dean still hadn't noticed where they were as he talked to Cas.
"We should leave now." Cas said.
"But we just arrived." Dean protested.
Cas gestured towards the private jet behind him.
"Oh God..." Dean mumbled as he fainted.
"Oh boy." Cas groaned as he caught Dean before he fell. "Bela, can you help me out here?"
"You sure know how to pick 'em, Castiel." She muttered.
"At least he's hot." Cas stated.
"I'm starting to wonder why he tolerates you...let alone likes you." Bela snorted.
"Shut up and help me get him onto this plane." Cas chuckled.
After they had Dean slouched into a seat, Cas walked Bela back out to the limo.
"Reserve a limo for pickup at the LaGuardia airport in New York. Also, make sure no one sees you when you get back to the mansion. If someone does and asks where you were, make up something that has nothing to do with me, and especially not with Dean." Cas instructed.
"You're the boss." Bela chimed.
"That I am." Cas stated. "I'll call ahead of time when I need you to pick us up."
Bela nodded and climbed into the limo.
"Can I get a cold washrag for my friend here?" Cas asked the stewardess in the jet.
Quickly she brought Cas a damp towel. Cas wiped down Dean's face and then rested the towel on his forehead.
"Of all the idiots in the world, of course you are the one who's interested in me." Cas sighed.
Dean finally came to after 75 minutes of flying. "Cas? Where are we?"
Cas leaned back so Dean could see out the window.
"We're on a plane?!" Dean exclaimed. "Get me off this thing! Get me off right now!"
"Dean." Cas slapped him. "Calm down. It's a plane. Nothing's going to happen to you, okay? Just hold on for 15 more minutes."
"It's a plane!" Dean yelled. "It's a flying suicide trap!"
"Dean. I've flown in jets my whole life and not once has anything gone wrong." Cas assured him. "You trust me don't you?"
"I don't know. Not quite sure." Dean answered.
"Well, trust me now at least. You haven't died yet have you?" Cas asked.
"I don't know. I might have died. Is this hell?" Dean panicked.
"Dean." Cas grabbed him by the shoulders. "You are alive. You are not in hell."
Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and held him tightly. "I'm scared, Cas."
"I am your dissenting boyfriend, not your teddy bear, Dean." Cas scowled.
"You are now." Dean replied.
"Are you going to hug me the whole rest of the flight?" Cas asked.
"Yes." Dean answered.
Cas sighed. "Can't you just pass out again?"
"Trust me when I say that I would if I could." Dean muttered.
Dean practically kissed the ground when they got of the plane.
"See, Dean? We survived." Cas said. "And now I'll have to find an excuse for when everyone asks me why I smell like old spice and motor oil."
"So what was so important that we needed to fly to New York for?" Dean asked.
"Getting you a suit." Cas answered. "The other chauffeur will be waiting in the airport."
"So do you do this on a daily basis then?" Dean scoffed. "Decide you want to buy another suit and just fly to NYC?"
"No. Normally I just go to Sears for my suits. I only go to New York on special occasion." Cas replied.
"So I'm special occasion?" Dean smiled. "I'm no longer just okay?"
"No. Don't think this means I like you. You're still just okay." Cas glared at him.
"Whatever you say..." Dean sang as they entered the baggage claim area.
After a moment of shuffling through crowds, they saw a small circle of people gathered around a man in a suit holding a sign that said, "Dean and Castiel Novak".
"The way that's written makes it sound like were married." Dean snorted. "You think Bela had him write it like that?"
"Positive. She can be a bitch sometimes." Cas stated.
Dean grabbed Cas's hand and ran towards the man holding the sign. "This is so awesome! I've always wanted to go to an airport and have someone holding my name on a sign!"
"It's only exciting the first few times." Cas retorted.
"Way to burst my bubble." Dean smiled, wrapping his arm around Cas's waist.
"Dean." Cas growled. "Let go of me. We're in public."
"No." Dean smirked, stepping in front of Cas.
"Dean. Stop it." Cas ordered.
"No." Dean said, giving Cas a quick kiss.
"Dean." Cas drawled. "Can we just go? We have things to do and places to be."
"Fine." Dean pouted, as he stepped to Cas's side, lacing his fingers with his.
"Will you cut it out?" Cas sighed, attempting to pull his hand away from Dean's.
"What do you think my answer to that is?" Dean asked.
"No..." Cas muttered.
Dean smiled smugly and gave Cas's hand a quick squeeze, causing him to receive a death stare. The two were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice the crowd standing around them whispering in awe about a Novak being in town. They also didn't notice the man off to the side with his video camera recording on his phone.
"We're here." The man driving announced.
"Thank you." Cas replied. "You are free to meander about the city. Stay close, though. We'll contact you when we're done here."
"Yes, sir." The man agreed.
Cas stepped out of the limo and began walking towards the store. "Do you know what size you are Dean? …. Dean? Why aren't you answering me? ….. Dean!"
Cas tuned around to see that Dean wasn't there. Dean was still in the limo sitting smugly. Cas growled as he stormed back to the limo and opened the door.
"What the hell, Dean?" Cas exclaimed.
Dean smiled innocently as he held his hand out to Cas. Cas returned the smile and took Dean's hand gently. He pressed a light kiss to the back of his hand. Cas lifted Dean's hand and waited for Dean to step out of the vehicle. Once Dean had one leg out of the limo, Cas jerked Dean's hand forward causing him to fall out of and trip over the sidewalk, making a rough landing onto the cement.
"Oh, fuck you!" Dean yelled playfully.
Cas smiled. This time a genuine smile. "Payback."
Cas helped Dean up off the ground. Dean brushed off his jeans and turned back to Cas.
"What store is this?" Dean asked.
"Brunello Cucinelli. It has formal clothes for both men and women. So if you were wanting another evening gown..." Cas teased.
"Shut up." Dean laughed, punching Cas in the shoulder. "We are never going to talk about that again. Ever."
Little did they know, across the street, the same man from the airport sat with a large Nikon® Camera snapping photos of them.
As they entered the store, a few employees looked at Cas and immediately recognized him. When they looked at Dean, they grew wary and exchanged disgusted glances.
"I'm looking for some suits for my friend here." Cas said, walking up to a woman sorting through a rack of clothing.
"Sure." She replied with a fake smile. "My name's Claire by the way."
"Dean." Dean held out his hand.
She shook his, holding on to his grasp a tad too long for comfort. "And you're Castiel Novak."
"Indeed I am." Cas sighed.
"If you could just follow me then." Claire led them to an area with mirrors placed everywhere and a circular platform in the middle. "Dean, if you will?"
Dean stepped up on the platform. Claire took a moment to check him out, which got passed off as part of her evaluation.
"First, I'll get your measurements." She nodded, pulled a measuring tape from her pocket.
Dean flashed Cas a wary glance as Claire took his front chest measurements. She stood behind him, pressing her body tightly against his and breathing on the base of his neck. She had her hands placed on his chest as she measured his torso.
"You're kind of tall. Can you read what that says?" She asked innocently.
"Uh...Seventeen inches." Dean answered flustered.
Claire backed away from him and scribbled the measurements down on her notepad.
When she got to the inner leg measurements, Dean got a little more uneasy and flashed Cas a wary glance.
"Do I really have to do this?" Dean mouthed.
"Yes, Dean." Cas replied silently, folding his arms. "You do."
Dean scowled, but then jumped as felt Claire's hands trespass on the territory a little too inner leg for his liking.
"Oh. Sorry." She laughed sheepishly. "Just getting the front zipper seam."
"I gathered." Dean said tensely.
"Sorry." Cas mouthed.
"I'll show you sorry." Dean glared at him. "Of course, you just had to pick the horny chick."
"It's not my fault!" Cas protested silently.
"Should I give you two a moment?" Claire asked.
Cas smiled at her. "No. We're fine."
"Okay." She chided, continuing to get Dean's measurements.
After she'd collected all the measurements, Claire stood up and put the notepad to the side. "I think you're going to want a long suit. Follow me."
She led the two over to a rack labeled with an 'L'. "Pick out which one you'd like."
"We'll be getting five." Cas stated.
"Oh. Well then. I'll give you two a few minutes then." She sighed.
"Way too fucking handsy for my tastes." Dean muttered.
"I'm about to spend 13,000 dollars on you. You better not be doing any 'tasting' anyways. I'm your 'taste' now." Cas snapped.
"And you say I'm the clingy one." Dean smiled.
"Assbutt." Cas remarked. "This would look nice on you."
Cas held up a suit that was black with gray pinstripes. "I'll go get 'not so tasty' over there."
"You're one cold hearted bitch sometimes, you know that?" Dean laughed.
"I"m proud of that." Cas smirked, walking up to Claire. "We need to get going within the hour, so for now, why don't we start with this one?"
"Oh. Sure." She followed Cas back over to Dean. "I think this is a tad too large. Try this size."
She pulled out a smaller size and handed it to Dean. "There's changing rooms over there."
Both Claire and Cas were left speechless when Dean emerged from the dressing room in the suit. "You like what you see?"
"Very much..." Cas and Claire answered at the same time.
"Okay then." Dean chuckled awkwardly.
"It looks like it fits nicely. How does it feel?" Claire asked.
"Fine." Dean replied.
"Great. You can take that off and we'll get the tailors adjusting it to your measurements." She smiled.
Dean changed out of the suit and handed it to her. She went into the back room to deliver the information.
"This one would look nice, too." Cas smiled holding up another suit to Dean.
Dean sighed and laughed. "Don't I get to pick anything out?"
"The ties." Cas answered.
"And you say I'm the controlling one. Maybe we have more things in common than you think." Dean smiled.
"Hey. If I give you three thousand dollars, can I pick out the ties?" Cas asked.
"What makes you think I want your money anyways?" Dean laughed.
"Well why else would you want to be with me?" Cas scoffed.
"You listen here, you little piece of shit. And you listen close." Dean ordered.
"I'm listening." Cas stated.
"You are literally the most annoying, stubborn, rude, oblivious, argumentative, rebellious, cocky, smartass motherfucker I've ever known. Normally, I would not think twice to gut you with a fork dipped in poison." Dean started.
"Is this going somewhere? Or is it just a nasty break up?" Cas asked.
"Let me finish here." Dean snapped.
"As long as it doesn't end in stabbing." Cas retorted, trying to hide worry.
"I'm not going to stab you, jackass." Dean rolled his eyes. "Now would you shut up for two minutes?"
"Shutting up." Cas folded his arms.
"Okay. I have no clue what is about you, Cas, but I have tried and tried and tried to hate you. I want to hate your guts. I do. But I can't. I have no clue why, okay? I just don't. And ever since the first night I met you, I have not been able to get you out of my head. You are literally my first thought when I wake up and my last thought before I go to bed. You are so different than any other person I have met in my entire life and-"
"Can you hurry this up?" Cas asked.
"See!" Dean exclaimed. "There you go again being all cold, heartless, emotionless, blunt, impatient, needy, and spoiled."
"Thanks." Cas shifted his weight between his feet. "Will you get to the point now?"
"I hate you. With a passion." Dean sneered. "And my point is that I don't care if you are a fucking sewer rat, Cas. You'd still be my fucking sewer rat. So I don't care about your money or your family or your power or your cars or your fancy bathrooms. I care about...you."
"Hm." Cas shrugged.
"You are unbelievable. Do you know that?" Dean scoffed. "I just spilled my guts to you and all I get is a 'hm'?"
Cas smiled up and him and wrapped his arms around his neck, crashing his mouth into Dean's violently. Dean smiled into the kiss and brought his hands around Cas's back. They kissed until they heard Claire clear her throat behind them.
"The tailors will be done with the one suit in ten minutes." Claire sighed, obviously knowing her chances with Dean were a lost cause.
"We'll pick that one up today. The other four can be shipped to my house and I'd like them on overnight delivery." Cas stated.
She nodded and handed him a pen and paper. "Can I get that address?"
Cas scribbled down his information and handed it back to her. "You can call the number there when the one suit is done. We'll be nearby."
Cas grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him from the store, walking him to a coffee shop next door. After ordering their drinks, they sat down at a small table outside. Cas observed a bird hopping on the ground with intrigue.
"Dude." Dean finally said. "You've been watching that bird for like an hour."
Cas glanced at his watch. "Dean. I've been watching the bird for three minutes."
"Seems like an hour." Dean muttered.
"Well it's not." Cas replied.
"Might as well have been. Nature's just so boring. I mean, seriously. That bird has done nothing but hop around." Dean moaned.
"Nature is fascinating, Dean. You just have to look at it in a certain way." Cas mused.
Dean slurped his coffee loudly.
"Dean stop that." Cas glared at him.
"No." Dean smirked.
"Stop it." Cas ordered.
Dean just smiled at him and stirred the creamer around some more, before returning the mug to his mouth.
"Stop." Cas whined.
Dean put the mug back on the table. "Why should I?"
"Becuase I told you to." Cas said indignantly.
"And why should I do what you say?" Dean teased.
"Because I'm your boyfriend and you do my bidding." Cas folded his arms.
"Yeah..." Dean sighed. "That's not how it works."
"It is with me. Like you said, I am a stubborn, bossy, cocky, smartass son of bitch." Cas pointed out.
"Indeed you are." Dean laughed. "Screw you for that."
"Everyone has their flaws." Cas shrugged matter-of-factly.
"You are a flaw." Dean retorted.
"You're very polite. No wonder you've blown through all those girlfriends." Cas snorted.
"You're hot when you're sarcastic." Dean whispered.
"Bitch, I'm fabulous!" Cas exclaimed a little too loudly, the other people at the tables turning in their direction.
Dean burst out laughing. "Good one, Cas."
"We're leaving." Cas stated, placing a dollar on the table.
"Only a dollar? Cheapskate." Dean snorted, placing a five on the table.
"You want to play that game?" Cas teased placing a ten on the table.
"I think I do." Dean slammed a twenty down.
Cas put a fifty down, followed by Dean placing a hundred.
Cas threw two hundreds down.
Dean put five hundreds down.
"You don't have that much money in your wallet." Cas taunted, putting six hundreds down.
Dean violently tossed ten down.
Cas stuck his tongue out at Dean and put down one thousand five hundreds dollars.
Dean slammed a wad of five thousand down.
"I'm not going that high. Her service wasn't that great. You win." Cas sneered. "This time."
As they exited the restaurant they heard a loud scream come from the patio followed by, "All hail the dark lord! My sacrifice worked! See you in Hollywood, bitches!"
"We should get out of here." Dean smiled.
"Yes." Cas agreed. "That was a waste of money."
"I know, but I won. It's worth it." Dean smirked.
Cas flipped Dean off as they walked back towards the suit store.
"Aren't you a doll?" Dean retorted as he leaned in a gave Cas a quick kiss.
"Yes. I am. And a very sexy one at that." Cas whispered.
"I'm not gonna argue with that." Dean laughed.
"Who would?" Cas asked.
"Only a fool. Or a blind person." Dean answered, walking back into the store.
After they retrieved the suit, the limo escorted Dean and Cas back to the airport.
"Cas I can't do this." Dean shook his head panicked.
"You're going to be fine, Dean." Cas assured him. "Trust me."
"Trust you?" Dean laughed. "Smoke, but no cigar there. You're shoving me on a jet plane!"
"Well there's no other way to get you home, now is there?" Cas asked.
"Not by nightfall." Dean answered.
"Exactly. So use logic, you dipshit." Cas sneered.
"Hey!" Dean protested.
Cas grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him onto the jet, Dean violently trashing in his grasp. Once on board, the stewardess shut the door behind them and locked it shut.
"Let me out of here!" Dean ordered.
"Dean!" Cas yelled. "Snap out of it!"
Cas pushed Dean by the shoulders down into a sitting position on a large padded cushion near the back of the jet. "Sit."
Dean reluctantly sat down.
"Okay. Good. Now just lie down and close your eyes." Cas instructed.
"I can't sleep on a plane!" Dean protested.
"Well try to relax at least." Cas sighed, gently pushing Dean to lie down. "Try."
Dean discontentedly laid down on the pad, which was surprisingly comfortable. Cas sat down by his head.
"Okay, good. Now, just imagine you're lying in the backseat of the Impala." Cas said softly.
"This is so much comfier than the Impala, though." Dean replied mellowly.
"Even better. You're really tired, so anything feels amazing right now. That whirring you hear is the sound of the Impala's engine. Just imagine you can smell the leather on the seat and the musty smell of old alcohol." Cas soothed him.
"Cas, this isn't working." Dean moaned helplessly.
"I think it is." Cas whispered leaning down and kissing Dean's forehead.
Dean reached up and wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him on top of him. "We've been over this, Dean. I'm not your teddybear, just your dissenting boyfriend."
"I don't care. You're my teddybear for the rest of this flight." Dean mumbled.
Cas sighed and squished onto the cushion next to Dean, wrapping his arms around him. Dean nuzzled his head into Cas's chest and quickly fell asleep.
"Dean." Cas gently shook him awake. "We're on the ground."
"What? We are?" Dean groaned.
"Yes we are." Cas answered, climbing off the cushion. "Get up it's night time and I know you're tired."
"Am not." Dean growled, swinging his legs over the side.
"Liar." Cas smiled.
"That's my line." Dean muttered.
"I stole it." Cas snarled. "I'm pretty sure we can just walk in the front door when we get back to my place."
"You're not dropping me off at home?" Dean asked.
"If you want, I can." Cas replied, slightly disappointed.
"No. I don't want that. I want to stay with you." Dean whispered.
Cas smiled at him as he stumbled out of the jet.
"Oh aren't you two adorable?" Bela smirked as they climbed in the limo.
"Shut your face, bitch." Dean ordered.
Bela frowned as Cas burst out laughing.
"Remind me not to wake you too early in the morning." Cas snorted.
The drive back to the mansion was quiet and uneventful given that both boys were tired after a long day of traveling and shopping. They trudged into the mansion up six flights of stairs until they reached Cas's room. They quickly pulled off their clothes and climbed into Cas's bed. Dean turned over and draped arm around Cas's middle. Cas scooted in closer to Dean in reply.
A/N: I swear. I spent way too much time on Tumblr trying to find this one blog. I plan to do a major update on my blog and that blog had all kinds of cool bumper sticker lookin things. Anyways, I just felt like doing sleepy!Dean fluff. I can't explain it really. It just happened. Probably because I'm about to die if I don't go to bed like now. I'm going to stir up some trouble soon. Big trouble. Like Michael trouble. Big Michael trouble. :) Again, if you have any things you'd like to see me incorporate into this already slightly fucked up chain of events, drop me a review...and the bass if you'd like.