Cas had his hand lodged deep into Dean's hair and on his lower back as he kissed him, Dean moving his hand up Cas's back. Cas bit on Dean's lower lip, causing a low moan to come from him.
"Gross." Sam gagged from the hallway. "Is that all you two do? Kiss and touch each other?"
"You know, Sam, that's kind of what happens when you're in a relationship with someone." Dean retorted.
"I get that, but you guys are always all over each other, more than anyone I have seen in my life." Sam rolled his eyes. "You guys are always groping and squeezing and licking and rubbing and crap like that."
"Again, Sam, people kind of have a tendency to do that when they're in relationships." Dean chuckled.
"It's so gross, though." Sam argued.
"You won't think so when you fall in love." Dean smirked. "Give it a few years and then come see me."
"Even if that's true, I haven't fallen in love just yet, so I still think it's gross. So close the damn door." Sam pulled the door shut.
"Is Sam correct?" Cas asked.
"About..." Dean replied.
"About us being 'all over each other'?" Cas responded.
"Does it really matter?" Dean smiled.
"Well, not particularly, but is that how we come off to other people?" Cas answered.
Dean sighed. "Cas. Since when do you care what other people think?"
"Well, I don't. I'm just curious." Cas stammered.
"Fine. You asked." Dean leaned in and kissed Cas's neck. Cas rolled his head back and shut his eyes as Dean peppered Cas's neck with kisses.
"Have you thought that maybe," Dean untucked Cas's shirt and put his hands under it, running his hands along Cas's sides. "Maybe we enjoy it. Maybe we enjoy the hands on contact of skin on skin, exploring each other's bodies, memorizing and tasting every inch of each other, knowing all the ins and outs, the ups and downs..."
Cas inhaled sharply, moaning softly. "God, Dean..." Cas tore away from Dean and cupped his face with both hands, crashing their lips together. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and undid his tie.
"I want you to explore me, Dean. I want you to memorize me, taste me." Cas breathed.
Dean pulled Cas down on top of him on the bed, the springs squeaking loudly with the force. He put his hands back up Cas's shirt and ran his hands down Cas's chest. He kissed Cas's collarbone, Cas tugging the collar of his shirt to the side, allowing Dean more room to roam. Cas's messy hair fell in front of his eyes and Dean pushed it out of the way, smiling up at him. Cas leaned down and kissed Dean violently, causing them to turn and bump into the wall. Cas put his hands under Dean's butt and dug them into his back pockets, when a banging came from the door.
"Dean! Castiel! Don't go starting anything you can't finish before we need to leave!" Sam shouted
Cas shook his head at Dean. "No, Dean. I want you. I need you. Now."
"Too late, Sammy!" Dean called back.
"My God, you two! Can't you go five minutes?!" Sam exclaimed as he turned from the door and went back down the hall.
"Who cares if we're a little late? What's a few minutes?" Dean smiled.
"For once, I like the way you think." Cas laughed.
Dean dragged his thumb over Cas's lips as he laughed back. "That's a surprise."
Cas pushed Dean's shirt up and kissed his stomach. "How are you so life-ruining great?"
"It comes naturally." Dean shrugged.
"I like you better when you don't talk." Cas sighed.
"I highly doubt that. I very highly doubt that." Dean teased.
Sam had been knocking on the door for over ten minutes, obviously very annoyed. "Will you two hurry it up in there? We're almost fifteen minutes late!"
The only response Sam got was more creaky bed springs, the occasional thud from a wall, and muffled breathing.
"Can't you two fuck each other's brains out later?" Sam groaned.
Still no response.
"Dammit, you guys! When you two move in together, your neighbors are going to be the most annoyed people on the Earth." Sam retorted. "And I expected better from you, Castiel. What happened to being punctual and professional?"
That time he got a response. "I am still very punctual, Sam. I'm just – oh, God! - prioritized."
"Oh, it all makes sense now. Thanks for clearing that up." Sam said sarcastically. "Obviously having sex with my brother trumps anything else."
"At – ah, fuck! - the moment, yes." Cas replied, panting.
"What's all this yelling about?" John asked emerging from his room.
"Dean and Cas won't stop having sex and we're already fifteen minutes late for Dean's appointment." Sam folded his arms across his chest.
"Well, I hope they're enjoying themselves." John muttered as he walked past Sam. Sam hastily followed behind his dad.
"Dean needs to learn some responsibility though." Sam protested. "Can't you go in there and make them stop?"
"Nah. Let them be. They're enjoying themselves." John replied. "And I'd rather not intervene to be honest."
"You don't even care, do you?" Sam flashed John a bitchface.
"No." John chuckled.
Sam scowled as he turned and walked back to the guest room.
He knocked on the door again. "If you two don't knock it off, so help me God, I will come in there!"
"No you won't, Sammy." Dean chided. "It wouldn't change anything anyways."
"You're one sick fuck, Dean. Totally comfortable having sex in front of your thirteen year old brother?" Sam choked.
"It'd be your funeral." Dean retorted.
"Well that makes sense, since you're killing me right now!" Sam remarked.
Sam didn't get a reply and leaned against the wall impatiently. He rolled his eyes and checked the time on his phone. They were now twenty minutes late and counting. Sam sighed and texted Ruby to pass the time.
Cas closed his eyes and rolled his head back before looking down and smiling at Dean. Dean smiled back at him, then propped himself up on his elbows. Cas rolled off Dean and fell on the floor.
"Ugh. You really do need a bigger bed." Cas groaned from the floor.
Dean leaned over the side of the bed and looked at Cas sprawled out on the floor and burst out laughing. Cas glared at Dean before grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him off the bed and onto the floor next to him. It was Cas's turn to laugh now. He smiled teasingly at Dean and started laughing.
"And of course, now it's a giggle fest." Sam muttered to himself as he heard the noise coming from the room.
Finally, Dean and Cas emerged from the room, obviously little care given to getting dressed. Their hair was a mess, and they're clothes uneven, Cas's shirt inside out.
"It's about time." Sam scoffed. "Could you guys have taken any longer?"
"Is that a challenge?" Dean smirked.
"God no. You'll be lucky if they'll still even take you." Sam sighed.
"Who wouldn't take me?" Dean chided.
"Someone who's been waiting half an hour for you to show up." Sam snapped. "Now let's go."
They climbed into the Impala, Cas taking the driver's seat. Dean stared at Cas sternly. "If you so much as get a scratch on my baby, I will hurt you. Are we clear?"
"Yes." Cas smiled. "I won't hurt your baby. I'm just a little hurt that I'm not your baby."
"Baby will always have a place in my heart. Don't worry. You do, too, Cas. It's just Baby has a different place." Dean replied.
"Fuck you." Cas said.
"Again? Already?" Dean teased.
"Is that all you two think about?" Sam whined from the back seat.
"Sometimes I think about pie." Dean shrugged. "Cas, tune in to the rock station."
"What is it that you oh so frequently say? Oh that's right. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Cas replied innocently as he turned to a rap station.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dean scoffed. "What are you? A pimp?"
"I don't hear you shutting your cakehole." Cas stated.
"I hate you." Dean pouted.
"I know." Cas stopped at a red light and leaned over to kiss Dean.
"You can't go a car drive without making out?!" Sam exclaimed. "You are such a hopeless romantic sometimes, Dean!"
"Am not!" Dean protested.
"Yes, you are." Cas added.
"Shush you." Dean ordered.
"Make me." Cas taunted.
"And Cas, you're no better. Dean may be a romantic, but you're an awkwardly seductive person." Sam laughed.
"Am not!" Cas replied.
"Yes, you are." Dean smirked.
"Shut up, Dean." Cas retorted.
"Make me." Dean threw Cas's words back at him and winked.
"Fine. I will." Cas grabbed Dean's face and quickly pressed their lips together as Sam made a gagging noise in the backseat.
"Don't be such a bitch, Sammy." Dean said, pulling away from Cas, a smug smile plastered on his face.
"Don't be such a jerk then." Sam stuck his tongue out at Dean.
"We're here." Cas stated parking the car in a space near the front of the building. Sam handed Dean his crutches, and they walked to the building. Cas intertwined his fingers with Dean's. Dean looked over at him and smiled.
"Ugh. Stairs?" Dean groaned as they came to a large flight of stairs. "What floor is the office on?"
"Four." Sam answered.
"Well, let's get this show on the stairs then..." Dean mused walking towards the stairs and putting the crutches on the first step. He shakily hoisted himself up the first step, but before he could go any further, Cas, who was still holding Dean's hand, pulled him down.
"You can take the stairs if you like, or you could take the elevator." Cas chuckled as he gestured over his shoulder to the elevator.
"Elevator will be nice." Dean said.
"That's what I thought you would say." Cas smirked, leading Dean towards the elevator.
They stepped in as the doors open and hit the fourth floor.
"Much easier than the stairs, yes?" Cas asked.
Dean nodded. "Smartass."
"And proud of it." Cas replied.
"Of course you are." Dean retorted, as they walked up to the front desk.
"Can I get your name?" The receptionist said.
"Dean Winchester." Dean replied.
"You're fourty minutes late." The receptionist frowned at him.
"Sorry." Dean remarked.
"I'll have them fit you in somewhere." The man sighed and turned to the computer and typed something in.
"See, Dean. Even strangers are disappointed in you." Sam scolded.
"So? I don't care what they think." Dean smiled.
"Dean, you don't even care what I think." Cas snorted.
"That's not true." Dean flicked Cas on the nose, causing him to wince.
"Ow." Cas mumbled, rubbing his nose.
"Don't be such a wimp." Dean retorted.
"I'm not a wimp." Cas protested.
"Sure. Sure you're not. Keep telling yourself that." Dean smirked.
"I think I'm finally starting to see the chemistry between you two." Sam mused.
"There is not 'chemistry', Sam. There is only love. Chemistry is what happens in a science lab." Cas stated.
"That's real cute, Sam." Dean glared at him.
Sam smiled deviously at Dean. "You saw what I meant."
"I believe I'm missing something here." Cas furrowed his brows.
"Chemistry, Cas. That deadly weapon you call a textbook was a chemistry book." Dean explained.
"Oh." Cas nodded in understanding. "Is your family ever going to let me down about that?"
"Hell no!" Sam answered. "Years from now, we're still going to talk about it. I'll enjoy telling my kids about that time Uncle Cas broke Uncle Dean's leg."
Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Heh. Yeah. I'm sure they'll love that story."
"You shouldn't be having kids for another six or seven years at the least, though." Cas added, trying to shrug off Sam's sentiment.
"Yeah." Dean chuckled. "What Cas said."
The awkward silence was broken by an assistant calling Dean back. Sam and Cas followed Dean as they were lead into a room. Dean was instructed to sit on a table. He did as told as they waited for someone to come. After a few moments of waiting, a woman came in with a small electronic saw.
"Dean Winchester..." She read over the notes in his file. "You're quite late today."
"Sorry. Something came up." Dean apologized.
Sam, who was behind Dean and Cas shook his head and pointed between the two, then with his left hand, made an O shape and pushed his right index finger in and out of the O. The woman chuckled as he watched Sam. Dean whipped around, Sam quickly moving his hands.
"What were you doing?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Sam lied.
"I don't believe you." Dean stated.
"The world may never know." Sam sang.
"How'd you hurt your leg?" She asked as he observed his cast, laughing when she saw "I'm so fucking sorry!" scribbled near the top of it. "I take it you didn't do it yourself?"
"My psychotic boyfriend got mad and threw a book at me." Dean responded nonchalantly.
Cas glared at Dean at the remark.
"Well, if I were you, I'd get a restraining order from him. He sounds dangerous. You broke up with him didn't you?" She asked innocently.
Dean grabbed Cas's hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. He looked up towards Cas. "Cas is a teddy bear. He's not dangerous."
"He's also right here and can hear everything you're all saying." Cas scowled.
"Oh, my! I'm so sorry. It's not my place to inquire anyways." She stammered.
"Indeed, it is not." Cas stated.
"Don't be so rude, Cas." Dean ordered.
"I'm not rude. I'm just blunt." Cas protested as the lady began sawing through the cast.
"Cas, I love you, but you are really rude sometimes." Dean laughed.
"Am not!" Cas replied.
"And stubborn." Dean retorted.
"Shut up, Dean." Cas snapped.
"Don't you dare say it, Dean. Don't you dare..." Sam growled.
"Make me." Dean smiled up at Cas.
"Is that the only flirt you guys know?" Sam scoffed, turning to the lady sawing through the cast. "I am not kidding when I say that that is the third time I've heard that in fifteen minutes."
"I think it's kind of cute." The lady mused as she finished with the cast.
"No one asked you." Cas said.
"My God, Cas!" Dean yelled. "It wouldn't hurt to have some manners now and then."
"I have manners." Cas frowned.
"Sorry." Dean smiled awkwardly at the women removing the cast. "He's an asshole."
"I gathered." She muttered.
"I am not an asshole, Dean." Cas folded his arms.
Dean grabbed Cas's tie and pulled their faces close together. "Yeah, Cas. You really are." Dean planted a quick kiss on Cas's lips and let him stand again.
"Maybe I am." Cas shrugged.
"There's no maybe about it." Sam retorted.
"Oh, God." Cas cried. "What the hell is that smell?"
The lady started laughing. "That's Dean's leg."
"You are not coming anywhere near me if you smell like that, Dean." Cas stated.
"He's such a sweetie, hm?" Dean smirked.
"You need to take a shower the second we get home." Cas ordered.
"Care to join?" Dean winked at him and the lady with the saw blushed.
"Hell no. You stink." Cas grimaced.
"How do you stand that kid?" The lady asked quietly.
"I heard that." Cas scowled.
"Calm it, Cas." Dean smiled, before turning back to the lady. "And honestly, I don't know how I stand him."
"Cas? What's that short for?" She asked.
"Castiel." Cas answered.
"That's a beautiful name. Castiel..." She let the name roll around her tongue. "Why does that sound so familiar?"
"He's sort of famous." Dean replied.
"I feel like I've seen that name somewhere in the news recently..." The lady mused, her jaw dropping when it clicked. "You're Castiel Novak! And he's that mystery lover!"
"That sounds sexy." Dean laughed. "I'm the mystery lover."
The lady curtsied in front of Cas spilling apologies left and right. Cas stood nobly and watched her.
"What the hell?" Dean muttered as he watched. "Stop worshipping him, woman. He's not your God."
"He's powerful though." She trembled.
"Cas. What'd you do to her?" Dean demanded.
"Nothing, Dean. Most people fear the Novak name." Cas explained.
"I don't." Dean retorted.
"With good reason." Cas said. "The Novaks are extremely powerful, Dean. I was at the conclusion that you understood the magnitude of our power. We can do anything we want, really. We have almost unlimited resources at our disposal."
"We can go now, right?" Dean turned to the lady cleaning up.
"Yeah." She nodded awkwardly.
Dean stood up and bounced out of the room and to the exit. "C'mon! We're taking the stairs."
"Dean, be careful, you might still b-" Cas warned, but was cut off when Dean lost balance and fell down a flight of stairs.
"Dean!" Cas yelled running down the stairs, to see Dean unmoving at the bottom. Cas knelt by him and supported his head, only to see red trailing through his fingers as he picked Dean up.
"No! Fuck!" Cas screamed. "Dean! Dean!"
Dean still didn't move. Cas put his face close to Dean's. He could feel faint, warm breaths.
"Okay, still breathing. Still breathing..." Cas tried to calm down. "He's just unconscious."
Cas looked at Dean's eyes. "He doesn't seem to have a concussion... Sam! Why are you just standing there? Get help!"
Sam disappeared around the corner, but stopped walking once out of sight from Cas. He rested on the wall and waited.
"Oh God, oh God, oh god!" Cas cradled Dean's head and stroked his hair.
"Wow." Dean laughed. "You're so dramatic."
Dean sat up and smirked.
"You're okay? How are you okay? You're bleeding." Cas held up his hand to Dean's face.
Dean licked the red off Cas's hand.
"Ew!" Cas exclaimed.
"Food coloring, Cas." Dean chuckled. "Food coloring."
"You mean you're not hurt?!" Cas scoffed.
"No. Not at all. This was my plan the whole time. I wanted to freak you out." Dean explained.
Cas slapped Dean hard across the face.
"Ow!" Dean rubbed his face.
"That's what you get! Don't fucking scare me like that! I thought you were hurt, you ass!" Cas yelled. "That was not funny, Dean! That was not funny at all!"
"I thought it was." Dean shrugged.
"You could've actually hurt yourself falling down those stairs! Did that even occur to you?" Cas retorted.
"It crossed my mind, but life's to short to be chicken." Dean smirked.
"Life's too short to be dead, Dean!" Cas snapped. "You could've broken another bone like your neck or back or anything! Could you live with yourself if you died and I was an emotional wreck?"
"No, Cas I couldn't. Because I'd be dead." Dean laughed.
"Fuck you, Dean. Fuck. You. For. Eternity." Cas glared at him, before bringing him into a tight hug.
"And they say I'm the sappy one." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Don't you dare do that again, Dean, or I swear I'll..." Cas threatened.
"You'll what? I can't put myself in danger, but if I do, you'll hurt me?" Dean chuckled. "Becuase that makes sense."
"Since when do you put logic into anything?" Cas asked.
"Good point. Since never." Dean grinned.
"Did it hurt?" Cas said out of the blue.
"What? Falling from heaven?" Dean winked.
"No. Falling down the stairs. You would never be an angel, Dean." Cas replied.
"Only a little. I was running on adrenaline and high off you, but that's nothing new." Dean smiled.
Cas still glared at him and then pulled Dean into a kiss. He looked opened his eyes as he heard a chorus of 'awww' coming from above. He looked up and saw a large crowd gathered at the top of the flight of stairs watching them.
"Why are there people watching us?" Cas asked quietly.
"Maybe because you were having a swearing fit a little too loud, hm?" Dean smirked.
"That would be a plausible cause. Can we just go now? I feel exposed." Cas whispered.
"Sure." Dean replied. "Sammy!"
Sam shuffled out of the crowd and came running down the stairs to meet them.
"Did you know about this, Sam? Did you know of what Dean did? You did, didn't you?" Cas demanded.
"I didn't approve, for the record, but I went along with it." Sam answered.
"You're all terrible." Cas scowled as they walked down the stairs. When they got out to the parking lot, Dean ran to the Impala and climbed in the driver's side. He impatiently waited for Cas and Sam to climb in. They'd barely closed the door when Dean took off. He went to a vacant spot in the parking lot and sped around, doing sharp turns, making Cas extremely dizzy.
"Dean..." Cas groaned. "What are you doing?"
"I haven't driven Baby in over a month! I'm making up for lost time." Dean turned up the radio extremely loud as he slowed down and pulled onto the road. He drove home, Cas by his side unamused, and Sam plugging his ears in the back.
When they arrived at home, Dean ran up the stairs and jumped on the bed. "Oh I missed you."
"Finally, we can go back to regular sized beds." Cas sighed contently, climbing on the bed next to Dean. "Oh. Get in the shower. Now."
Dean pouted, but climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom attached to his room. "You sure you don't want to join me?"
"God no. Six weeks worth of sweaty leg smell is not something you want to share a shower with, Dean." Cas snapped.
"Well, Cas smell is something I want to shower with." Dean replied.
"To hell with what you want." Cas rolled onto his side and rested on his elbow as Dean started undressing.
"Again, Cas. You're so polite." Dean laughed.
"I'm sensing sarcasm." Cas stated.
"Your senses are correct then." Dean said.
Dean walked out of the bathroom in his boxer briefs, his hair still wet. He put some deodorant on his underarms and then tossed it behind him blindly into the bathroom. Cas was now lying on his back on the bed. He sat up on his elbows as he heard Dean emerge. His lips parted slightly as he saw Dean. He'd been with Dean for over three months, and he still took the air from Cas's lungs. Dean jumped on the bed on top of Cas, hovering above him.
"Do I smell better now?" Dean asked.
Cas placed his hands at the base of Dean's spine and then, wriggled his hands into the waistband of Dean's boxers. Cas buried his face into the crook of Dean's next before answering his question with a whisper. "Much."
Sam walked into the room. "Guys, Da- For fucks sake, you two! Do you ever just talk or watch TV or anything other than sex?!"
"Yes." Cas answered. "What did you want.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Cas slowly pulled his hands out of Dean's underwear and smiled awkwardly.
"Dad has some bad news. He needs to talk to us. It's important he says." Sam said somberly.
"What is it?" Dean asked concerned.
"I don't know, but it's not good. He's taking it hard whatever it is." Sam sighed.
Dean sat up straight, still on Cas and looked at Sam. "You have no clue?"
"Not all." Sam said.
Dean crawled off Cas and they both stood up and walked towards the door.
"You're not going to put clothes on?" Sam looked at Dean warily.
Dean rolled his eyes and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering to zip them.
"That'll have to do, Sammy." Dean chuckled as they continued walking down the hall.
"Boys. You might want to sit down." John suggested. "Castiel, you do not have to join in if you don't want to. This is more of a family matter."
Cas wrapped his hand with Dean's. "Dean's the closest thing I've had to family in a long time. I'm going to stay. I always will." He smiled over at Dean, but turned his attention to John as he began talking.
"I hate to tell you boys this, but Dean, you're going to have to work longer hours at the shop. Sam, try doing chores around the neighborhood. I lost my job today, and until I find a new one, I'm not going to be able to sustain this family." John said disappointedly.
"That's fine, Dad. I don't mind working longer hours. I'm almost head mechanic, so once I get there, I'm going to get a pay raise." Dean replied.
"I can sell some of my old video games, too." Sam offered.
"Bullshit." Cas intervened.
"What?" Dean gave Cas a strange look.
"I'll pay until you find a job." Cas stated.
"No way, Cas." Dean laughed. "I'm not letting you do that."
"I don't need your permission to do anything, Dean." Cas glared at him. "I am perfectly capable of making my own choices. And I choose to pay your bills as long as you can't."
"We can't do that, Castiel. That's too much." John said.
"Coming from you?" Dean scoffed.
"I'm not going to take advantage of him, Dean" John replied. "Castiel, no."
"I'm doing this." Cas repeated.
"Wait." Sam paused. "Didn't you get a raise just last month?"
"Yes. Since I stopped drinking, my work performance has noticeably gotten better. My coworkers and superiors noticed, too. I did get a raise, and they were looking to make me head of my department, soon." John answered.
Cas's face went dead. "So you did nothing to get fired, and you were given no reason?"
"Well, no." John replied.
Cas stood up. "I have somewhere to be."
Dean stood and grabbed his arm as he walked. "Where?"
"Michael." Cas said. "He's behind this."
"How do you know?" Dean asked.
"I don't need to explain myself, Dean. He's behind this. I can tell. It has his filth all over it." Cas scowled.
"I'll be back soon, guys." Dean called behind him as he hastily ran out the door to catch up with Cas.
Sam and John exchanged looks as confusion as they heard the Impala start up.
"Michael!" Cas yelled as he entered the mansion, Dean by his side. "Where are you?"
"I'm sorry, Castiel. I tried to tell him not to." Lucifer said softly. "I honestly tried."
"Told you." Cas snapped at Dean.
"He has gone too far, Castiel. I'm well aware of this. I've tried to get him to stop. He's going to go further and further with this. He won't let it rest." Lucifer sighed.
"You don't need to tell me that, Lucifer. Where the hell is he?" Cas demanded.
"Right here." Michael stepped out of the hallway, his hands in his pockets. "I take it you wanted to talk?"
Cas ran over and pinned Michael to the wall by his throat with his forearm. "You fucked up son of a bitch. You don't approve of Dean so you pay someone off to fire his father? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Watch your language, Castiel." Michael scowled.
"I don't care about my language, Michael! I care about Dean right now. Only Dean! Now get John's job back." Cas ordered.
"No." Michael replied.
"Don't tell me that!" Cas yelled.
"I'll tell you what I want." Michael smirked. "And I say no. John doesn't get his job back until you and Dean are over. You're just going through a phase, Castiel. You're just rebelling and trying new things because you can. You dump him and you'd be over him in a week. So how about it? John gets his job back, and you get your sense of mind back. Win win for everyone."
Cas was up by Michael's face, Dean had a soothing hand on Cas's shoulder.
"Cas..." Dean said softly.
Cas continued holding Michael to the wall. "No. Dean's not just a phase. Dean's the love of my life, Michael! Hurt him and you're hurting me!"
"And that's such a bad thing?" Michael snarled. "Maybe you need to be punished to know what the rules are."
Cas spat in Michael's face. "You're a disgrace to this family. Lucifer's the nicest in this family, and he's named after Satan!"
Michael's lip twitched at the remark. "Yell at me all you want, Castiel. It won't change a thing."
Cas smiled deviously as he kneed Michael in the groin violently. Michael screamed in pain, but shook his head no.
"Cas..." Dean said again.
Cas used his other hand and punched Michael as hard as he could in the face. A steady stream of blood trickled from Michael's nose and he laughed. "You won't change a thing, Castiel. I won't undo anything. You're the one who should be undoing your mistakes. Starting with Dean."
"Dean is not a mistake!" Cas shouted. "He's not just a phase or an act of rebellion!"
Cas turned his head and smashed his mouth onto Dean's, forcefully kissing him. Dean pressed back with equal force.
"Castiel..." Michael growled.
After a moment, Dean and Cas separated, gasping for breath. Cas turned back towards Michael. "You tell me that that wasn't real. Look me in the eyes and tell me that was just lust and rebellion. Look me in the eyes and say that wasn't love."
"It's not love." Michael snapped.
"Don't fucking say that!" Cas screamed, hitting Michael again.
Dean stepped behind Cas and pressed up against him. He held his hips against Cas's ass and wrapped his hands around to Cas's front, hugging his stomach. Dean rested his chin on Cas's shoulder and planted a slow kiss to the side of his neck. Cas titled his head to the side, slightly.
"Look at that, Castiel!" Michael exclaimed. "Your relationship isn't real! It's based around lust and sex. All he's doing right now, is trying to seduce you. You know why? He thinks you being angry is hot and he wants sex, uncaring if you want it, too."
Dean's eyes flashed with anger, but remained calm. Michael was wrong. All wrong. He didn't want to seduce Cas or have sex with Cas right now. He just wanted to comfort Cas, to make him feel safe, wrap him in his warmth and love. He didn't think Cas was hot. He knew Cas was vulnerable and hurt and in pain, and Dean couldn't stand seeing Cas like this. The thing that really got Dean on edge was the last part. Dean doesn't just want sex. He isn't just with Cas for sex. He does care about Cas. If Cas didn't want to have sex, Dean would respect that, and if he did, Dean would respect that. Dean was with Cas for Cas, not for anything else.
"Shut up, Michael! You say Dean's manipulative and seductive, but have you looked at yourself? You spend all your days controlling people and manipulating them into business deals and giving you money. You know what your problem is? You can't stand someone not listening to you. I won't listen to you, so you're doing everything to can to make sure I do." Cas stated.
Cas hit Michael again and again and again.
"Cas, stop it." Dean ordered. "Just stop it."
"He doesn't deserve peace." Cas growled.
Dean grabbed Cas's hand to stop him from hitting Michael again. He pulled Cas's hand down to his side. "Calm down, Cas."
"Calm down?" Cas cried. "Calm down? You want me to calm down?"
"Yeah, Cas. I do. All this anger isn't good." Dean said softly.
"He's going to ruin your life, Dean!" Cas exclaimed.
"Let him." Dean replied, taunting at Michael.
"Just end this sinful, lust-driven relationship, and I'll fix everything." Michael said, blood running down his chin from his lip.
"Now listen here." Dean spoke up. "This relationship isn't wrong. It isn't sinful. And it certainly isn't centered around sex. I love Cas as much as someone can love another person. I wouldn't care if he never wanted to have sex or if he was terrible at it, I would still be with him. I don't care about the sex, you rotten son of a bitch." Dean softened his tone and turned to Cas. "Now stop, Cas. Please. It's not worth it. He's not worth your time and energy."
Cas was rather taken aback by Dean's remark, but didn't let it show much. He still couldn't help but smile a little bit at the warmth brewing in the pit of his stomach. He knew what that feeling was. Love. All those times Dean said 'I love you' now meant so much more. He finally felt completely forgiven and loved. The gears turned and the lights went off in his head and everything clicked into place. It was like a puzzle a puzzle missing a piece. He finally found that piece and everything made sense and everything meant so much more.
Cas instantly realized he meant to Dean what Dean meant to him. They meant the world to each other and Cas could see it now. It was like he was on the outside looking in now. Dean wasn't asking Cas to do something for him. Dean was asking Cas to do something for himself, so Dean wouldn't have to watch him suffer. As if on autopilot, Cas's arms dropped to his sides, freeing Michael from the wall. He was silent and spacey as he turned to Dean and smiled in utter euphoria. Then, everything went pure white, and he collapsed into Dean's arms.
Dean lifted Cas up bridal style and glared at Michael as he turned away. Dean put Cas in the backseat of the Impala, gently setting him down. He crouched down and kissed Cas's forehead before shutting the door. The first hotel he saw, he stopped at. He quickly paid for the room nearest to the car and unlocked the door. Dean carried him in and set him on a bed. He took his shoes and socks off, and then the rest of his clothes, until he got to Cas's boxers. He pulled covers over Cas and turned all the lights off in the room except for one, which he kept on a dim setting.
Michael walked past Lucifer, lips swollen, and blood stains down his face and around the collar of his shirt.
"What happened to you?" Lucifer snorted.
"You say that like you find it humorous." Michael stated.
"That's because it is!" Lucifer laughed. "So I want the details."
"Castiel hit me, and then passed out, his knight in shining armor, carrying him out into the sunset to go God knows where." Michael retorted.
"So basically, Cassie confronted you about paying John's boss off to fire him and you gave him a smart ass remark. He got mad and started hitting you. He kept hitting you until Dean made him stop and when he did, he passed out. Now, Dean's sitting somewhere taking care of the boy that's supposed to be your God damn responsibility!" Lucifer scolded. "Am I close?"
"Very." Michael nodded. "If they're still together by June, I'm ending it once and for all."
"Okay, I am not letting you kill Dean!" Lucifer shouted.
"I'm not going to kill him. I may get a lot of our money by nefarious means, but I don't murder. I've never hired for murder and I never plan to. This will hurt a hell of a lot more than murder. And it'll devastate them both!" Michael exclaimed.
"You are burning in hell, Michael. Dean was right when I heard him say you're a rotten son of a bitch." Lucifer snarled.
A/N: Holy crap. I only got two hours sleep last night, so if there's screw ups in here, more than usual, forgive me. I chugged two liters of the most caffeinated drink I could find. I wrote this all day, which was a smart move! This ended up being longer than planned, but I really liked the way it came out. It was better than planned if you ask me. As for the next chapter, which I probably will get a start on tonight, I might write a snippet of the next day/morning and then go into a later time. I'm going to Vegas in four days, so if I'm not sleeping on the 7 hour car ride, I'm writing. So hopefully, I can crank out a few chapters up there. Also, the date for this chapter is May 5th. I tried to jam some humour into this chapter also, but like I mentioned, I'm on two hours sleep here, so tomorrow I might read this and think 'What the fuck was I thinking?'. But until my Mountain Dew hangover hits in, the jokes will be funny.