Sam waved goodbye to Ruby as he turned and unlocked the door to his house. He went down the hall to check up on Dean. The door was open as he'd left it. Sam poked his head in, but froze when he saw leaning over Dean, laying a soft trail of kisses up his neck. Sam cleared his throat, Dean and Cas quickly turning their heads to look at him. Cas's face flushed red and he quickly sat up.
"Well, I see you two made up." Sam mused bitterly, flashing Dean a quick 'what the fuck are you thinking?' glare.
"Yep!" Dean smiled, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Hey, Cas. Can I talk to Dean for a sec? I promise I won't keep him tied up for long." Sam asked.
"That's Cas's job." Dean sneered.
Cas held back laughter as Sam sighed.
"Thanks for images I will never get out of my head." Sam snapped.
"What else are big brothers for?" Dean teased.
Cas shut the door and waited out in the hallway while Sam and Dean talked in the room.
"What the hell are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.
"What are you talking about?" Dean replied.
"What am I talking about?" Sam laughed. "What am I talking about?"
"You tell me." Dean retorted.
"How can you possibly not know what I'm talking about?" Sam scoffed. "I'm talking about Cas!"
"What about him?" Dean shrugged, hoisting himself back onto the bed.
"Just like that? You're gonna just take him back, no muss no fuss? Act like nothing happened? Just let him back in?" Sam ranted.
"Yeah. Why not?" Dean chuckled.
"Why not? Why not?!" Sam exclaimed.
"You have a tendency of repeating yourself, Sam." Dean stated.
"Can you be serious for one second, Dean?" Sam scowled.
"Fine. This is me. Being serious." Dean said.
"Good. As to why you shouldn't just jump back in, I don't want you getting hurt again, Dean." Sam answered.
"I'm not gonna get hurt again. I don't think Cas is planning to break my other leg." Dean mused.
"Well, I don't think he planned to break that one either." Sam rolled his eyes. "But he still did that."
"Either way, Sam, I'm going to forgive him. I'd forgive you if you got pissed and broke my leg." Dean responded.
"I know you, Dean. You'd yell at me after it still. I don't see you yelling at Cas." Sam sent a major bitchface at Dean.
"You're my brother. I'm allowed to yell at you." Dean smiled. "My point still stands. If you love someone unconditionally, you forgive them. I'd forgive you and I forgive Cas."
"So you're saying you love Cas unconditionally then?" Sam asked.
"Of course." Dean replied.
"That's kind of quick to love someone unconditionally, Dean. Don't you think?" Sam scoffed. "Two months?"
"Who's idea was it to put time stamps on love? Hm?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother.
Sam sighed, running a hand through his luscious hair. "Dean. Hear me out. I'm not telling you to dump him or stop loving him or any of that shit, okay? I just want to make sure you know what you're doing and what you're getting yourself into here."
"I'm getting myself into Cas. That's the important part." Dean replied.
"Okay..." Sam muttered.
"Now send the little fucker back in here, will you?" Dean laughed.
"Okay." Sam chuckled, opening the door.
Sam sent a distrusting glance towards Cas as they passed each other in the door way.
"I...I don't think your brother likes me." Cas stammered, sitting next to Dean on the bed.
"Don't worry about it." Dean pressed a kiss to Cas's forehead. "He'll soften up. He's just a little pissed because he's going to deal with my whining for the next 5 plus weeks."
"No he won't." Cas stated.
"Yeah, Cas. He will." Dean smirked. "I don't know if you noticed, but I kind of whine when I get bored or lazy or bored or handicapped or bored or-"
"I get the point, Dean." Cas sighed. "You are quite whiney, though. Not just when you're bored."
"Hey!" Dean laughed.
"As I was saying, I'll deal with you until your leg heals. I'll clean after you and feed you and all that caretaker stuff that you do with people that have broken legs." Cas finished.
"How?" Dean asked. "It's not like you live with me or anything."
Cas remained silent and just looked at Dean.
"You're not inviting me to come stay at your place are you?" Dean scoffed. "Did you forget you have six flights of stairs and no elevator?"
Cas's silence continued.
"Oh. You're asking to take care of me over here." Dean mused.
Cas nodded, then looked at Dean for an answer.
"Sorry Cas, but I don't think either of our guardians would be up for that." Dean patted Cas on the back.
"Michael couldn't care less about my whereabouts as long as I'm going to school and your family wouldn't have to care for me at all. I could buy my own food and they wouldn't have to do anything." Cas tried.
"Where would you sleep?" Dean asked.
"I'd sleep with you." Cas answered enthusiastically.
Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Cas.
"Not like that. You know what I meant, you pervert." Cas laughed.
"Cas. Look at this bed. I barely fit in it, let alone two of us." Dean retorted.
"We can squeeze, can't we?" Cas replied.
"Cas." Dean smiled. "I appreciate your dedication to my plastery leg, but you are not taking care of me for five or six more weeks."
"Yes I am. You can't make me leave." Cas protested.
"I can call the cops and have them physically remove you." Dean stated.
"You wouldn't dare." Cas glared at him.
"No. I wouldn't." Dean sighed. "But Sammy or my Dad wouldn't hesitate. So unless you clear it with them, then there's no way you're staying. Also, you need to find somewhere to sleep."
"I can do that." Cas nodded, standing up.
"Don't go just yet." Dean snapped. "I need to tell you something."
"Yes? What is it?" Cas replied.
"Come closer." Dean said quietly.
"Okay. What?" Cas asked.
"Closer." Dean whispered.
"Dean. This isn't funny. What do you need to tell me?" Cas demanded.
Dean leaned forward and kissed Cas, meanwhile getting a firm grip on his tie. He pressed harder into Cas, kissing him deeper.
"I missed that." Dean growled, still clinging onto Cas's tie.
"Me, too, Dean. Me too." Cas grinned, leaning in and kissing Dean again. "Dean, you need to let go of me now, so I can go talk to your brother."
Dean pouted as he let Cas's tie fall back down.
Cas smiled at him as he straightened up and hastily walked out of the room.
"Sam!" Cas called. "Sam!"
"Up here, Cas!" Sam replied.
Cas followed the sound upstairs to where he saw an open door, but recognized it as Dean's room. He popped his head in just for a look, but burst out laughing when he saw Dean's room. Except for a few posters, the walls were littered with photos of Michael, a large pile of darts sitting on the night stand by Dean's unmade bed. There were darts all in the photos. Dean was a precise throw obviously. In some of the larger photos, there were darts in Michael's pupils of his eyes, or on the tip of his nose.
"I see you've found Dean's shrine of hate." Sam snorted.
Cas turned to see him leaning against a wall.
"You wanted something? Does Dean need something?" Sam asked.
"Yes and no. I need his permission, but the only way to get his permission is to get yours and your fathers first." Cas stated.
"Permission for..."
"To move in here." Cas answered.
"What?" Sam scoffed. "Unconditional love is one thing, but moving in here after only two months is unacceptable."
"Is that what Dean said?" Cas tilted his head, his face softening.
"What?" Sam replied.
"That he loves me unconditionally." Cas breathed.
"Yeah." Sam nodded nonchalantly. "His words not mine."
"Oh..." Cas smiled widely.
"Still. No moving in here. Move in when you both have a place that's not our basement." Sam smirked.
"Not permanently. I want to take Dean off your hands. I'll take care of him until his leg heals. I broke it. I should have to take care of it." Cas amended.
"Okay. You have my attention." Sam mused. "Continue."
"Thank you." Cas responded cheerily. "I would still attend school. I would pay for my own food and I can handle my own sleeping arrangements. You and John would not need to do anything for me. It would be like I wasn't even here."
Sam thought for a moment. "Okay. And you would take care of Dean 100%?"
"100%" Cas replied.
"Okay then. You have my permission." Sam stated.
"Thank you so much. I know you hate me and all, but-"
"Who said I hated you?" Sam interrupted.
"I just...figured." Cas mumbled.
"You figured wrong. If anyone should be hating your sorry ass, it should be Dean. Lucky for you, you've got a special place in his heart and he doesn't. I don't hate you either since it's not my place, but I am ashamed and disappointed in you. But hey, if you can stop Dean from his constant needy whining, then go right on ahead. It's a challenge." Sam explained.
"I'm up for a challenge any day." Cas said.
"Well, if Dad says yes, then you'll soon learn that Dean is not that pleasant." Sam laughed.
"Trust me, Sam. I know." Cas smiled.
"Don't we all." Sam nodded. "Anyways. Homework to do. Finals to study for."
"If you ever need help, you can always ask me." Cas stated.
"If I ever do, I'll be sure to ask."
"Good." Cas replied.
Cas walked back into Dean's room and sat down next to him. "Your brother said yes."
"Just need the other half of my family to say yes and you can stay then." Dean sighed.
"Oh. And I saw your room." Cas smirked.
"This matters why?" Dean smiled.
"I love what you've done with the place. I also saw you have a very good hand at darts." Cas mused.
"Wha- Oooooh. Yeah." Dean shrugged. "I kind of hate your brother."
"Join the club." Cas scooted closer to Dean.
Dean lifted Cas's chin with his finger, smiling down at him. "I founded it." Dean continued to press his lips into Cas's, Cas slowly wrapping his hands around Dean's waist.
"I love you." Cas said.
"I love you, too." Dean whispered, resting his head on Cas's shoulder. "Sometimes, I love you so much it scares me."
"I know the feeling." Cas stated, bringing Dean closer. "Your brother said you loved me unconditionally. Do you?"
"Of course I do, Cas." Dean smiled. "How else could I tolerate all your bullshit?"
"Shut up." Cas laughed.
"Dean, your dad's home." Cas turned his attention to the hallway as he heard the front door open.
"You gonna go ask him?" Dean smirked.
"Hell yeah I am. I think I can get him to say yes and when I do, you're stuck with me." Cas teased.
"Oh fuck." Dean muttered.
"What is it that you frequently say?" Cas asked himself. "Oh that's right. Don't be butthurt, Dean."
"You don't even know what that means!" Dean called after him laughing all the while.
"Mr. Winchester?" Cas emerged to see John sitting in only his boxers watching a football game with beer in his hand. Fast undresser I see...
"Yeah?" John turned his head, then scowled when he saw who it was. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"
"I'm visiting Dean." Cas stammered.
"You're not welcome here, whatever your name is. Doesn't matter. Get out of my house." John ordered.
"Just hear me out, Mr. Winchester." Cas pleaded. "Dean and I are back together. We're on good terms. We aren't in a fight anymore. I think I know your answer, but I was hoping in order to compensate for breaking his leg, I could take care of him until he heals?"
"The fact that you broke his leg in the first place is enough to make us get a restraining order, son. Now get out of my house before I call the cops." John scowled.
"Oh, there's no need for cops or restraining orders here. I assure you." Cas panicked.
"Good point. The government's too messy. I can get things done on my own." John grabbed the shotgun leaning on the wall and aimed it at Cas.
"Dean!" Cas yelled.
"Are you causing trouble, Cas?" Dean laughed.
"Dean! Get out here!" Cas shouted.
Dean huffed as he grabbed his crutches and hobbled down the hallway. He saw Cas standing with his hands in the air and grew curious. As his father came into view Dean haphazardly sped up his pace, stopping between the barrel of the gun and Cas's face.
"What the fuck, Dad?!" Dean exclaimed. "You don't just go shooting people!"
"He was trespassing and wouldn't leave." John snapped.
"Well, I want him to stay. He isn't trespassing if he's allowed here. So how about you put the gun down before you shoot me. Hm?" Dean suggested sarcastically.
John tossed the gun on the couch, but still stood defensively.
"And I thought Michael was bad." Cas whispered.
"Why would you want this bastard here, Dean?" John snapped.
"Hey! Only I can call him a bastard. Even if he is one." Dean said, Cas jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow. "And he's my bestest friend. That's why."
"It's actually just best friend, Dean." Cas corrected.
"Do you think I care?" Dean smirked.
"Of course not." Cas sighed.
"He's your friend still? Why the hell would you still let him be your friend?" John scoffed.
"Because he's Cas." Dean answered.
"What kind of reason is that? What makes 'Cas' so special? Hm?" John asked.
"Because he's Cas. Does he need to be any more special?" Dean replied.
"That'd be nice." John sneered.
"Dad. Trust me when I say that he does not get any more un-normal." Dean laughed.
"I think a better word choice would be unorthodox." Cas said.
"See? Are you seeing this?" Dean gestured towards Cas. "How many kids do you know that are ape crap over English vocabulary?"
"Mr. Winchester." Cas smiled. "I think we can come to an arrangement."
Dean saw Cas reaching for his back pocket. He swatted his hand. "Don't you dare, Cas. Don't you dare."
"I am doing this and if you try to stop me, so help me God, I will push you over and don't think I won't." Cas snapped.
"I don't doubt it." Dean retorted. "Just know what you're getting yourself into here."
Cas smiled smugly at Dean and pulled out his wallet.
"I'm sure you know who my family is." Cas turned back to John.
"Yes. I am aware of that." John's face turned to some of intrigue.
Cas passed John a hundred dollar bill. "Think you can keep the cops out."
Dean stood in discontentment, boring holes in the side of Cas's head.
Cas passed John a few more bills. "So no restraining order either." Cas fished out five more bills. "And I want to move in here for six weeks."
"What?" John scoffed.
"That's what you get for bribing people, Cas." Dean rolled his eyes.
"You want to stay here?" John continued.
"Yeah?" Cas shrugged.
"Why would you want to and why should I? You live in a mansion. We live in a two story house." John stated.
"I want to stay here for Dean. And you should let me..." Cas pulled a few more bills out and handed them to John.
"Deal." John replied, shaking Cas's hand and smiling. "You two must be damn close friends."
"Yep." Dean chuckled. "Damn close."
Cas smiled at John one more time before bounding off down the hall, Dean scowling as he followed behind him.
Dean sat down on the bed and sighed in disappointment. "You're a real piece of shit, you know that."
"That wouldn't be the first time you've told me that." Cas retorted.
"And it sure won't be the last." Dean said. "Knowing you..."
"I'll be sure to uphold my reputation. You won't be disappointed." Cas smirked.
"You are a big disappointment." Dean remarked.
Cas pouted. Dean smiled, burrowing his face into Cas's neck.
"Dean..." Cas drawled.
"What? You want me to stop?" Dean teased.
"Yes." Cas ordered.
Dean pulled back. "I'd rather not."
"I was lying." Cas chuckled, pressing his lips into Dean's.
"I like the way you think." Dean mumbled.
Nighttime came quickly and Cas sat by the window looking out.
"You've been sitting there for like twenty minutes now. What the hell are you looking for? You're not going to see anything you know." Dean laughed.
"I'm looking at the stars. You have a very good view here. Have you ever noticed?" Cas mused.
"Not particularly." Dean replied.
"Get your ass over here and see then." Cas ordered.
"Fine. My incredibly toned and sexy ass is on it's way." Dean smirked.
"I'm not arguing with that." Cas retorted.
Dean stood by Cas and looked out the window.
"See those three right there?" Cas pointed to some stars.
"Yeah." Dean followed Cas's finger.
"That's Orion's belt. If you look at the stars right there and there, you can make out the rest of his body." Cas explained.
"Huh?" Dean shrugged.
"Those ones right there..." Cas continued.
"Yeah?"
"Those make up the Leo constellation. That right there is the head, and those are the body." Cas showed.
"You know a lot about stars, don't you?" Dean mused.
"I always took an interest in celestial matters. I have always been fascinated by outer space. There's so many unknown things and so much mystery which knows no bounds. It goes on forever and we'll never know everything that goes on out there. There's so much possibility and so much unexplainable phenomena." Cas breathed.
"Okay, astro boy." Dean patted Cas on the back. "It's getting late and we have school tomorrow."
Cas looked at his watch. "Yes. I suppose you're right."
"Psh. I'm always right." Dean smirked.
"No you're not. I can name many occasions where you've been incorrect." Cas stated.
"Way to burst my metaphorical bubble." Dean retorted.
"Sorry." Cas chuckled. "I hope your metaphorical bubble won't hold a grudge."
"It's dead. And so is my pride." Dean snapped.
"Your pride will never be dead. You're terribly prideful. It's just wounded. It'll come back quickly." Cas teased. "Trust me."
"Aren't you polite..." Dean muttered.
"Very." Cas answered. "I'll be right back."
Cas returned with a pillow and blanket from Dean's room. Dean had already turned off the lights in the room except for a lamp on the nightstand.
"I stole your bedsheets." Cas stated.
"Good for you. Just learn to take stuff more valuable and you might be able to go somewhere with that." Dean snorted.
"You have no morals." Cas retorted.
"I have morals. I just don't bother wasting them on you." Dean replied.
"And you say I'm rude." Cas remarked.
"You are." Dean snapped.
"So are you." Cas said, sitting on the floor by the bed and fluffing the pillow.
"You good to go?" Dean asked.
"Yep." Cas answered.
Dean clicked off the light. He saw Cas's silhouette on the ground and watched him toss and turn for a moment.
"Okay." Dean sighed turning the light back on. "We're sharing this bed."
Cas crawled under the covers in the bed. "You were right. There's no way we can both fit in here."
"That's okay." Dean laughed, clicking off the light.
Cas shifted his weight on top of Dean and laid his head on Dean's chest. Dean pressed a kiss into Cas's messy hair before wrapping his arms around Cas.
"See. You are a teddy bear." Dean smiled.
"I swear to God, Dean. If you call me a teddy bear one more time, I will skin you alive." Cas muttered.
"You've got very violent." Dean mused.
"You try living with you. You'd get quite tense, too." Cas snapped.
"So you're tense around me?" Dean purred.
"Just go to bed." Cas mumbled.
"Fine." Dean pouted.
"Thank you." Cas sighed.
After a moment Dean whispered in Cas's ear. "Teddy bear."
"Fuck you, Dean. Fuck you."
A/N: This would've been up earlier, but my internet crapped out last night. But here it is! For those who watched the Superbowl, hope you enjoyed it. I sure enjoyed watching Buffy on my laptop and eating chips. Honestly, I don't even know what teams played. My dad must be ashamed of me for that. Very ashamed.