Cas woke up to the smell of pine trees as he inhaled. What was it? When he opened his eyes, he realized he was still entangled in Dean. Dean was still sound asleep, which meant Cas could take advantage of that. He started at Dean's hands. Then, he felt his way up Dean's arms, toned and strong. He moved to Dean's chest, tracing his fingers down and then to Dean's sides, then turning back into his stomach. Cas felt all the way down Dean's legs, as far as his arms could reach without changing positions. Now, Dean felt like an entirely new person.
"What the hell are you doing, Cas?" Dean mumbled.
"Nothing." Cas answered.
"Sure..." Dean chuckled. "You know what we should do today?"
"What?" Cas asked.
"You've taken me all these nice and fancy places, right?" Dean replied.
"Yes." Cas answered. "I suppose so."
"Well, why don't we visit my side of the town?" Dean suggested. "I'll give you the time of your life."
"You mean, go visit the poor places?" Cas mused.
"Yeah." Dean smiled. "We'll go to the restaurants with bad health ratings and I'll show you secret places and introduce you to my friends."
"Is that...safe?" Cas asked.
"Who cares?" Dean smirked.
"I do." Cas snapped. "I don't want to end up dead in an alley somewhere."
"I wouldn't let anything happen to you, Cas." Dean laughed. "You should know that much."
"Maybe I'm not the one I'm worried about." Cas stated.
"Cas." Dean sighed. "I know my way around, okay? These people know me. I have access to pretty much every joint down there."
"If you say so..." Cas muttered.
"I say so." Dean assured him, planting a kiss to his forehead.
Cas pulled in closer to Dean and leaned up, kissing him.
"Now, C'mon. First you have to meet Bobby." Dean smiled.
"Bobby?" Cas tilted his head. "Bobby Singer?"
"Yeah. You know him?" Dean asked.
"Yes. I know the name. Crowley, Lucifer's coworker and good friend, visits him at the shop frequently." Cas answered. "I personally think he has a romantic interest in him."
"Someone liking Bobby?" Dean scoffed. "That's not possible. They'd have to be insane."
"You know that's what I thought about myself." Cas said quietly. "And everyone else, too."
"That no one could have a 'romantic interest' in you? That seems off, Cas. Considering you had a girlfriend." Dean chuckled.
"No, but she was mentally ill. She wasn't insane, but she was sick." Cas replied. "As I was saying though, I never thought it possible that anyone take interest in me, find me special, but that was until some wild mechanic says hello and does the impossible."
"Never cease to amaze, do I?" Dean smiled.
"Never." Cas breathed, wrapping his arms around Dean.
"Cas?" Dean ran his hands through Cas's hair.
"Yes, Dean." Cas replied.
"Pack your suitcase back up. You need to go home." Dean ordered.
"Home?" Cas sighed.
"Yeah, Cas. Home. You know, that place you've lived your whole life with your brothers, that hundred million dollar mansion. Home." Dean moved his hand down to Cas's chin, running his thumb over Cas's lips.
"I don't want to, though." Cas whined. "I want to stay here."
"I've just spoiled you, Cas. You were supposed to go back home two weeks ago when my cast was taken off. I've let you stay until now. After today, you need to go home." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Do you, do you not want me?" Cas asked.
"Of course not, Cas! I want you to stay here as much as you want to be here, trust me. You need to go home, though. You can come over here anytime you want, okay? I'll still climb up your tree and sneak in. It'll be just like before. Deal?" Dean offered.
"Fine, but I want to come over everyday, all day." Cas said obstinately.
"Dammit, Cas." Dean laughed. "You need to go home. You can't live here."
"I don't see why not. It's like an indefinite sleepover...with kissing, cuddling, and sex, but still a sleepover." Cas mused.
"Listen to me, Castiel. You have things you need to do at home. You have responsibilities probably. You need to do homework and study and those other things you need to do." Dean laughed awkwardly.
"I have nothing I need to do at home. I can do homework here and I can study here. Anything else I need to do, I can do here also. No one misses me there either. I bet they don't even know I'm gone. You'd miss me if I left, wouldn't you? And I'd miss you also. So spare the pining and just let me stay here." Cas prodded.
"I'm sure Lucifer and Gabriel miss you." Dean replied.
"I'm a burden on them, though. Michael hates me and won't let me forget it for a second, Lucifer argues with Michael for my sake and yours, and Gabriel keeps on taking the fall and getting in trouble for me. It'd be easier for all of them if I didn't go back home." Cas persuaded.
"Stop it, Cas. You're nor a burden." Dean leaned in and kissed Cas. "You're a blessing. Michael's the burden here. Lucifer's and Gabriel are only fighting Michael because they're defending what they think is good and right. Michael's the one causing them all that trouble. Also, they're standing behind you because they love you."
"And they're only getting hurt because of it. Don't do make me go home. Don't do that to them." Cas pleaded.
"Cas. Loving someone, especially family, means getting hurt even if you don't deserve it. No one and nothing is perfect, including love. Pain's part of the package, Cas. It' s not you." Dean consoled him.
"It still doesn't change the fact that I don't want to leave." Cas stated.
"Sorry, Cas. I'm evicting you." Dean chuckled.
Cas pouted, but quickly brought their lips together. He brushed his hands up into Dean's hair, messy from his sleep. Cas pulled away, wide-eyed and hopeful, looking up at Dean.
Dean had an amused expression on his face. "Kiss me all you'd like, Cas, but I'm still not letting you stay."
Cas sighed then yawned, wrapping his arms around Dean's middle. Dean mirrored Cas and then tilted his head downwards, rubbing their noses together. Cas let out a quiet giggle as he did so.
"Tell anyone I just did that, and I will ban you from this house." Dean threatened.
Cas laughed, then leaned up to kiss Dean again.
"Quit stalling, Cas. Get dressed and get your stuff packed so I can show you how to live." Dean growled jokingly.
"Fine." Cas huffed swinging his legs off the bed. "Today better be worth it, though."
"Trust me. It will." Dean grinned climbing off the bed. "It's going to be awesome, babe."
Cas smiled softly at the endearment as he buttoned his shirt up. He searched the messy floor for his tie, but didn't see it.
"Dean, have you seen my tie?" Cas asked.
Dean was smiling smugly as Cas trailed his eyes up his body to see his tie hanging from Dean's hand. "Oh. Do you mean this?"
"Of course I mean that." Cas started walking towards Dean and grabbed the tie, but Dean had a tight grip on it. "Give me that."
"No." Dean protested.
"It's mine. Now give me my tie." Cas ordered.
Dean tossed the tie behind him. "Fine."
"You're so childish." Cas scolded as he walked behind Dean to pick up the tie. He bent down and all of a sudden, he was in the air and moving. Dean had picked him up and was walking to the doorway.
"Put me down!" Cas yelled.
"No." Dean taunted as he quickly ran down the hallway, Cas in arms.
"Put me down, Dean!" Cas repeated as Dean entered the living room, where they saw Sam and John sitting on the couch. The two of them had froze as they saw the half-dressed Cas and Dean emerge from the hallway. John's coffee cup lingered at his mouth as the two passed through the room.
"Should I...?" Sam stammered.
"I don't think we would understand even if we did ask." John chuckled.
For the next few minutes, they heard laughing and yelling coming from outside.
"Dean! Put me down right this instant! That's an order!" Cas demanded as Dean ran through the trees in the backyard, the occasional leaf flying in Cas's face.
"That's an order, is it?" Dean teased.
"Yes." Cas snapped.
"What am I, a McDonalds employee?" Dean snorted.
"Just put me down!" Cas snapped.
A devious smile crossed Dean's face.
"Oh, God. I don't like the look on your face, Dean." Cas muttered. Dean immediately changed directions. "Dean! No! No! Don't you dare, Dean! Don't you dare!"
Moments later, Sam and John heard a large splash. Sam quickly turned around and looked out the window to the backyard, where they saw Cas spit some water out of his mouth as he stood unhappily in their swimming pool, Dean snickering at him. Then, in a very quick motion, Cas had latched onto Dean's ankle and they were both in the pool now.
"Was that splash what I thought it was?" John asked.
"That was Cas getting mad and pulling Dean into the pool." Sam sighed.
"Then it was what I thought it was." John replied.
"Just be glad you have one decent son." Sam laughed.
"Yeah." John smiled. "Good for Dean."
"Hey!" Sam exclaimed.
John ruffled Sam's hair playfully.
"Thanks a lot, Dean." Cas retorted. "Now, I'm all wet."
"You're welcome, Captain Obvious." Dean smirked.
"Now I'm going to have to dry off and change my clothes and fix m-" Cas whined, getting cut off by Dean's lips.
"You're telling me you don't enjoy this at all?" Dean asked, splashing Cas with water.
Cas splashed Dean back and smiled. "No."
"Well, that's about to change." Dean dove under the water and swam behind Cas, stopping right at his feet. He grabbed Cas's feet and pulled them off the floor and onto his shoulders, Dean laughed as he heard Cas yelp in surprise. Dean pushed himself back to a stand, Cas still on his shoulders.
Sam was still watching the two from the window, laughing. "If anyone ever tells me that those two aren't going to live together when they're older, I'll call them crazy."
Dean paraded around the shallow end of the pool with Cas on his shoulders feigning discontentment. After a moment Dean stopped. He crouched a little and slipped his hands over his shoulders and under Cas's feet. He slowly raised Cas in the air by his feet until Cas was high above the water. Dean looked up and saw Cas smiling in joy and excitement. Dean lowered his arms, just a tad, but pushed them back up, throwing Cas in the air, only for Dean to catch him back in his arms as he fell. Dean propped Cas up so he was sitting on Dean's arm, half-submerged in water. Dean leaned up and kissed Cas playfully.
"Definitely living together. No arguing there." Sam chuckled.
"I think I'll have to agree." John mused.
"Dean this is terribly cold." Cas stated.
"Eh. Who cares?" Dean smiled.
"I care. It is March, almost April, and we live in Chicago. This is freezing and we are bound to catch hypothermia." Cas replied.
"Fine." Dean sighed. "But I call dibs on the shower!"
"No way! I call dibs on it. I need it more." Cas protested.
"You can't get it I get there first!" Dean threw Cas far into the deep end of the pool, away from the door, and quickly climbed out of the pool, running into the house. Cas was still quick behind him, though, and tackled Dean as he ran down the hallway. Cas climbed off him and continued to the stairs. Dean grabbed Cas's ankle as he started running, and Cas tripped just in front of Dean. Dean quickly climbed on top of him and grabbed Cas's hands behind his back. Dean whipped out his belt and pulled it tightly over Cas's wrists.
"That's cheating!" Cas yelled.
"Who said there were rules?" Dean smirked standing up and laughing as Cas struggled to get up without the use of his hands.
"I hate you!" Cas shouted as Dean sassily walked to the stairs.
"Have fun." Dean sang as he took his time going up the stairs.
"Samuel!" Cas called.
Sam cast a wary glance at Cas on the ground. "Sorry, Castiel, but I don't want to be involved in my brother's kinky sex life."
"It's not sex, Sam. Get this off me. I need to catch him before he gets to the shower." Cas explained.
"Not sex, yet." Sam muttered as he undid Dean's belt from Cas's wrist. Cas ran up the stairs in time to see Dean entering his room. Cas quietly, but quickly ran behind him. He tripped Dean and flipped him over, straddling his waist. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Dean."
Cas unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, tossing it to the side. "I get the shower."
"No. I get the shower. It is myshower after all. I think I decide who gets to use it." Dean replied, propping himself up on his elbows.
"I'm the guest here. You should accommodate my needs." Cas responded.
"You're not a guest. A guest is someone you invite over or are perfectly okay with being there, and wish to make them satisfied." Dean stated. "And I did not invite you over. You bribed my family into letting you stay here. I don't have to do shit for you."
"If you love me, you'll give me the shower first." Cas said indignantly.
"Don't you dare pull that card on me." Dean growled. "Don't you dare."
"It's working, isn't it?" Cas taunted.
"No. Not a bit." Dean answered as he bucked his hips up and tossed Cas off him, Dean climbing on top of him now.
"Uh...Dean?"
"You give up? I get the shower with no hard feelings?" Dean asked.
"From what I'm seeing, I can't say there's no hard feelings between you two. By the looks in your eyes, I'd say there's at least a little bit of hard feelings. If you get my vibe." A third party smirked.
"Anna?" Dean and Cas scoffed at the same time.
"Hello, Dean. Hello, Castiel." Anna nodded.
"You know her?" Dean and Cas turned to each other at the same time.
"She's my cousin." Cas replied, speaking first. "How do you know her?"
Dean rubbed his neck awkwardly.
"No. You didn't." Cas choked. "Tell me you didn't."
Dean smiled sheepishly.
"That's disgusting, Dean! She's my cousin!" Cas exclaimed.
"Not like I knew that then. I didn't even know you then." Dean defended.
"Why her?" Cas asked.
"Um. Have you seen her? She's kind of hot." Dean laughed. "Or haven't you noticed?"
"No, Dean. I haven't noticed that my cousin is hot. I don't normally think about if my family is hot and which ones of them I would gladly have sex with." Cas retorted.
"Guess I'm alone there, then." Dean sighed.
"Ew!" Cas gagged.
"I'm joking, Cas." Dean smiled.
"You better be, because if you're not, you are one sick fuck, Dean." Cas growled.
When they turned back to the doorway, Anna had moved on to other parts in the house.
"Like I was saying Cas, do you give up? Do I get the shower now?" Dean asked.
"No. Way." Cas smiled.
"I'm on top of you right now. There's not much you can do to stop me." Dean smirked.
"Don't be so sure." Cas quickly put his hands behind Dean's neck and pulled him down, their faces inches apart. "I know you better than you know yourself.
They looked at each other for a few moments, Cas's lips parting slightly. Cas leaned up and brushed their lips together. Dean leaned harder into Cas, still gentle though. Next thing Dean knows, Cas is moving. He flips Dean over onto his back and in one, swift motion, stands up and places a foot on Dean's chest as if to claim him.
"And I know your weakness." Cas smiled deviously. "Me."
Even after Cas removed his foot, Dean still was sitting there, his lips forming an 'O' shape. He jumped back into reality quickly and ran into the bathroom to see Cas reaching to turn on the shower water. Dean quickly shimmied out of the rest of his clothes as Cas turned on the hot water. Right before Cas stepped in, Dean pushed him out of the way and climbed in.
"Ha!" Dean yelled.
"Assbutt!" Cas retorted. "Get out! This is my shower, not yours!"
"Literally speaking, this is my shower. You're not welcome in it." Dean sassed, poking his head out of the curtain.
Cas folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "Well, who am I to follow the rules?"
"What's tha-" Dean started, but his inquiry was quickly answered by Cas yanking the curtain from Dean's hand and stepping in next to him. "Oh."
Cas smiled smugly at Dean and reached for the soap.
"You have thirty seconds and then it's my turn with the soap." Dean sighed.
"I'll take as long as I please. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Cas smirked.
Dean paused for a moment before stepping closer to Cas, so their noses were almost touching. "I'm Dean Winchester. Aquarius. 16. High school student. And most important of all, your boyfriend."
"Well, boyfriend, you're still not getting this soap. That's a fact." Cas stated.
"Yes. I. Am." Dean grabbed onto the soap in Cas's hand.
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Cas tugged back the soap.
"Well, you don't have a say in this." Dean smiled teasingly, anchoring his nails in the soap and pulling it back.
"I have a say if I want to." Cas glared at him grabbing the soap back towards him.
"Not if you can't talk." Dean mused.
"Oh?" Cas put one hand on his hip. "And why won't I be able to talk again?"
"Because your mouth will have better things to do." Dean winked, leaning in and pressing his lips against Cas's. He could feel Cas's defensive stance melt away beneath him. As soon as Cas was Jell-O, Dean tore the soap from Cas's grasp and held it out so Cas' couldn't reach it.
"By the way. I know your weakness." Dean growled. "Me."
"Asshole." Cas muttered.
"Hell yeah you are." Dean smirked.
"Dean, did you remember to get more shampoo?" Cas asked.
"No. What's the big deal?" Dean answered.
"Why didn't you get any? Now I can't wash my hair!" Cas exclaimed.
"God, Cas. You're acting like my wife or something." Dean laughed. "Just use conditioner."
"No!" Cas protested. "Shampoo is essential. Are you sure you don't have some out here?"
Cas opened the curtains and looked around. "Might you have some under the sink?"
"I highly doubt it." Dean sighed.
"It's worth a look." Cas mused, stepping over the side of the tub.
"Cas, be careful. That's slipperier than it looks. Trust me." Dean warned.
"Dean, I'm sure I c – Ah!" Cas screamed as he slipped and lost his balance, falling forward towards the floor. Dean jumped to Cas and wrapped his arms around his middle, catching Cas just before he fell. They stumbled backwards and crashed into the wall, tumbling down in a mess of limbs and soap.
"Dammit, Cas..." Dean rubbed the back of his head, where it had just made impact with the wall.
"Are you bleeding?" Cas asked.
"For once, no." Dean laughed. "And I told you not to slip."
"I needed my shampoo." Cas whined.
"No you don't." Dean sighed.
"Really? Then how else am I going to wash my hair?" Cas scoffed.
Dean wrapped his legs tightly around Cas's waist and grabbed the soap. "With this."
"Let go of me, Dean! You are not putting fucking soap in my hair!" Cas exclaimed.
"There might be some going in your mouth in a second." Dean smirked as he rubbed the bar of soap in Cas's hair, Cas squirming and trying to pry out of Dean's grasp.
Eventually, Cas huffed and gave up. "I am so going to murder you once we're clothed."
"It's so nice to know that I have such a kind, loving boyfriend." Dean cooed sarcastically.
"Shut up." Cas growled over his shoulder. "You're not the one getting a soap noogie."
"Cas, you're hair will be fine – and 'apple breeze' scented." Dean sat forward, and placed a quick kiss on Cas's lips.
Gabriel woke up and saw his phone blinking. He looked at the screen and saw he had a text message from Sam, Dean's brother. Gabriel grew curious as he opened it up, but burst out laughing as he saw it was a message with several photos in it. The first was Dean carrying Cas outside, running through the living room. The next was Cas in the air, on his way to the icy surface of the pool. And the last photo, was Cas standing on Dean's shoulder's still in the pool.
lmfao. I just got your pics Sammy.
It's Sam for you.
Fine...Sam. Did you take those today?
Yes. I did. Why?
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Promise youll answer it?
Yeah. Whatever.
Whos top and whos bottom?
What?
Dean and Cas. In bed, whos top and whos bottom?
How the fuck would I know?
Youve walked in on them on more than three occasions. I think you at least have a working theory. And you promised you'd answer.
Ugh. You're disgusting. Why would you even want to know that? I saw parts of our brothers that I could've lived my whole life without seeing. I'm going to be eternally scarred from that.
Who cares why I want to know?
I do. I won't answer your question until you answer mine.
That was not the arrangement.
Sorry. Not.
Fine. I'm pretty sure Cas is all bottom and submissive, but I just need to make sure. That way, I can tease him about it all the time. I have tons of jokes already lined up about him being all meek and needy and shit. :)
Well, sorry then.
For what?
Those jokes are going to waste.
What's that supposed to mean?
Cas is definitely not bottom. Hate to break it to you.
Cas?! Are you sure?!
Surprisingly, yes. I'm sure. You only have to walk in on them seven times to know what's up.
Still, I can work with this. ;) Im never going to let Cas live this one down.
I figured as much.
Whyd you send me those pics anyways?
Figured you'd like them. It's no fun to have amazing pictures and no one to share them with.
Looks like that Dean Winchester is sure changing Cas.
Gabriel's message app closed out and an alert popped up on the screen reading, "Banned Phrase Found: Dean Winchester. Number blocked."
"Dammit." Gabriel cursed to himself. This stupid 'no contact with or about Dean' rule that Michael had programmed into their phones was really starting to annoy him. Dean was who he contacted about parties. Without Dean, Gabriel was missing out on some good action. At least, unlike Cas, he still had his phone.
"See, Cas. I told you your hair would be fine." Dean smiled.
"How?" Cas breathed. "It's so...so soft."
"Yeah, it is." Dean pressed a kiss into Cas's hair. "Sometimes, Dean knows what he's talking about."
Cas smiled up at Dean, as he rested his head on Dean's chest.
"Up at at 'em, Cas. I'm taking you to meet Bobby." Dean ruffled Cas's hair. "Make sure you dress to impress."
"Should I wear one of my better business suits then?" Cas asked, pulling away from Dean, but still leaving his hands on Dean's hips.
"No. I'd recommend wearing a pair of my old jeans, a tank top, and some cheap flip flops." Dean replied.
"I don't have all of those things, though." Cas stated.
"I do." Dean smirked. "I'm just so handy to have around, aren't I?"
"Very much so." Cas chided, leaning back in and kissing Dean. "But if you're handy, then I must be the handsy one."
John cleared his throat as Cas grabbed Dean's ass with both of his hands, causing Dean to jump.
"Oh. Mr. Winchester." Cas's face flushed red.
John chuckled at the embarrassment of the teen.
"Did you need something?" Cas asked.
"Did Dean say you were heading to Bobby's?" John replied.
"Yeah. Why?" Dean answered.
"Oh. He's holding a car part for me. Can you pick it up for me. This should cover it." John handed Dean fifty dollars and he pocketed it. "You can get back to your handsiness now."
Cas's face turned even redder and he glanced down at his feet as John left the door way.
"Now what were you saying?" Dean smirked, pulling Cas close to him.
Cas smiled at him, placing his hands in Dean's back pockets. He pressed his body against Dean's, leaning up and kissing Dean. After a moment, they pulled away for air.
"I love you, Dean." Cas whispered.
Dean placed a kiss to Cas's forehead. "I love you, too, Cas." Dean playfully patted Cas's back. "I'll go grab you those clothes now."
Once they were dressed, Dean and Cas went to Bobby's and got out of the car. They walked into the entrance hand in hand. Dean approached the front desk and rang the bell a bunch of times.
Cas wandered around the lobby of the shop, waiting for this Bobby man to emerge. He picked up a magazine and looked at it, not understanding a single word. He stared intently at the words on the pages, trying to piece together how different things affected your car differently. If he just simplified everything down to variable's, he cou-
"Cas." Dean placed a hand on Cas's arm, causing him to jump...into the magazine rack. Cas laughed when he realized it was Dean, but quickly yelped as the magazine rack fell to the ground with a large clatter. Bobby came running in holding his gun.
"Oh. It's just you, Dean. What'd this idjit do?" Bobby sighed. "What are you doing here anyways, boy? It's not your day."
"Yeah. I know. I wanted you to meet this idjit." Dean patted Cas on the back.
"Who is he?" Bobby asked, watching as Cas clamored around on the ground, quickly picking up the magazines scattered about the area.
"Well..." Dean laughed awkwardly. "I got myself in some trouble a little while back. I either had to go to juvie or do some public service. He's my public service. He was up for adoption and not many people would take him since he's mentally challenged." Dean could feel Cas about to protest. "So, I have to take care of him and help him learn some manners and such. He's very rude. You'd be surprised. That's why I tell him to shut up a lot."
"Really?" Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Seems a little 'wild' to be true. I know you and your fantasies."
"Would a normal person accidentally, knock over a rack of magazines because he got scared?" Dean chuckled.
"Guess you have a point, son." Bobby mused.
"He most certainly does not!" Cas exclaimed.
And here we go. Dean prepared for one of Cas's amusing rants, but instead, Cas took care of things rather quickly.
"You want to clear that up for me? I'm a little confused." Bobby said.
Cas nodded, then cupped Dean's face, quickly pressing they're lips together. Normally, Bobby would've cried bullshit, but when Dean didn't pull away and slap Cas, he stood amused.
"That's enough, Cas." Dean mumbled. Cas obediently pulled away from Dean and stood to face Bobby. After a second, he leaned up and gave Dean one more quick, light kiss, leaving him giggling. Dean chuckled at him.
"Was any part of that story you told me true? I wouldn't be surprised if that boy was mentally challenged or anything." Bobby stated.
"I am n-" Cas started to protest, but Dean quickly covered his mouth and smiled at Bobby.
"Rag." Dean said. Bobby fished out a handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to Dean. Cas's eyes widened as he saw Dean clinching it into a ball. Quickly, Dean removed his hands and shoved the white handkerchief in Cas's mouth. Cas quickly tore it out and threw it at Dean's face.
"Ew! That's disgusting, Dean! What the hell was that for?!" Cas exclaimed.
"You wouldn't shut up." Dean shrugged.
Cas scowled as they turned their attention back to Bobby.
"So, this is your new boyfriend, I take it?" Bobby mused. "You sure blow through relationships fast, boy."
"No. He's not a new boyfriend." Dean answered.
"He's an ex?" Bobby asked. "You must be rebounding bad from that last kid. Breaking your leg and all...that boy needs help. He has serious problems."
"You mean Castiel Novak?" Cas asked, earning a 'don't you fuck anything up' glare from Dean.
"Yeah. You met him?" Bobby replied.
Cas nodded. "I know him pretty well. He was a real pain in the ass though."
"He still is." Dean smirked, Cas jabbing him hard in the ribs. "Ain't that right, Castiel?"
"Balls!" Bobby yelled at himself.
"Where?" Cas tilted his head. "I do not see testicles anywhere."
Dean burst out laughing and clenched his stomach as he doubled over.
"Are...are you okay, Dean?" Cas crouched down next to Dean. "Do you need stomach medication?"
"No, Cas. I'm fine." Dean wheezed, putting a hand on Cas's shoulder as he stood up. "Something wrong, Bobby?"
Bobby's face was pale and his expression was stoic, yet full of fear at the same time. "Oh God, Castiel. I'm so sorry. I didn't me-"
"Bobby. Stow it." Dean ordered. "I don't see why everyone's scared of Cas."
"I'm powerful, Dean. We've discussed this before. My family is powerful. My family is rich. My family is renowned. Although I have done nothing to invoke fear and loyalty into the people in my community, my family has, merely by having the capability to do virtually anything we want." Cas answered.
"Chill, Bobby. Cas wouldn't hurt a fly." Dean assured him.
"I'm sure your leg would beg to differ." Bobby retorted.
"That's different and far more complicated. He would never hurt an innocent person just for insulting him. Besides, he doesn't take things, too personally. Right, Cas?" Dean smiled.
Cas glared at him.
"Right, Cas?" Dean repeated louder.
"Right." Cas sighed.
"See, all better." Dean grinned, pulling out the fifty dollars John gave him. "This is from my dad. He says you have a part in the back for him."
"Oh. Yeah, I know what that is. Feel free to take your psychopath on a tour while I'm finding it." Bobby joked awkwardly.
Dean grabbed Cas's hand and led him through a pair of double doors. It was the garage. Cars were all over the place, a few mechanics walking around or working on them.
"It smells like you in here." Cas mused.
"Actually, I smell like it." Dean chuckled.
"Either way, I like it." Cas stated.
"Good. Becuase no one likes a smelly boyfriend." Dean smirked.
"You always smell good." Cas said. "So that's no worry."
"You're so random, Cas." Dean laughed as they walked through the garage. "Over here's my office. Normally, only the manager and department heads get their own offices, but I've worked here so long and Bobby's known me since I was just a kid, so I have my own office."
"Sir!" A customer called out to Dean.
"Wait here, Cas." Dean said.
Cas nodded, and leaned against a tool cart, instantly shrieking.
"Cas! What's wrong?!" Dean exclaimed quickly turning to him.
"Get it off! Get it off!" Cas yelled holding out his hands to Dean. "What is it? Will it hurt? Is it toxic?"
Dean was laughing again by now. "Cas. This is just grease. You're not going to die."
"Still. Get if off." Cas ordered.
"Just wipe them on your shirt." Dean mused.
"You don't have hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol?" Cas asked.
"No, Cas. Use your shirt and then go wash your hands. The bathroom's over there." Dean replied, pointing in a direction.
"Alright." Cas sighed, wiping most of the grease on his shirt, leaving a black mess all over the white of the shirt. He reached up and scratched his face as he looked up at Dean disappointedly. "Go help that customer now."
"Someone else is helping him now. Besides, I'm not on my shift." Dean shrugged.
"You were going to." Cas said.
"I'm working towards a promotion, Cas. I really want that head mechanic job." Dean replied.
"That doesn't make a difference. I know you. You'd help them no matter what, because that's what you do." Cas smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Dean laughed.
Cas brought a hand up to Dean's face, but got curious when his fingers still left black smears down Dean's cheek. "Dean. There's oil on your face."
"So?" Dean replied.
"Oh God!" Cas exclaimed running towards the bathroom.
Dean ran after him, just in time to hear a high pitched shriek come from the small room. Dean sighed in agitation as all the mechanics and customers ran over to the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" Bobby demanded.
Dean pushed open the bathroom door. "Cas. Why don't you tell Bobby here what's wrong."
"There's grease or oil or something on my face!" Cas cried.
All the employees started laughing along with a few of the customers.
Bobby grabbed Dean's arm. "Keep that idjit under control, will you? I don't need him scaring off the customers."
"I'll try." Dean chuckled.
"How the hell is he your boyfriend? I don't think he has a thing in common with you." Bobby retorted.
Dean shrugged. "Love is a mysterious thing..."
"Dean..." Cas whimpered.
"Go help the poor kid, Dean. I think he's about to cry." Bobby snorted.
Dean laughed and then went into the bathroom. Cas was furiously rubbing at his cheek.
"Dean! It's not coming off! It's just smudging everywhere!" Cas freaked. "Why won't it wash off? Is it there forever? Will I have to wear makeup everyday to cover it up for the rest of my life?"
Dean walked up behind Cas and wrapped his arms around Cas's chest. He rested his chin on Cas's shoulder.
"Cas...shhh...it's alright." Dean soothed him, began to lightly pepper kisses on Cas's neck and shoulder. After Cas was more relaxed, Dean let go of him and led him over to the toilet. He put the lid down and Cas sat down on it.
Dean opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a blue bottle and some paper towels. He sloppily folded the towel in half a few times and then liberally applied the blue dish detergent on the towel. He set the roll of towels and detergent on the side of the counter closest to the toilet as he walked to Cas. He got down on one knee and, with wet towel in hand, slowly rubbed at Cas's cheek. The black smudged around a little, before starting to fade slightly. Dean scrubbed a little more on Cas's face. Cas winced as Dean pressed too hard.
"Sorry." Dean chuckled. "You can do this yourself if you'd like."
Cas shook his head. "No, I like when you do it."
"Yes, master." Dean smiled as he continued washing Cas's face.
Finally, the oil was off Cas's face and Dean took a dry towel and wiped Cas's face down. "All done."
"I don't think so, Dean. My hands have grease on them. This will create a vicious cycle." Cas stated.
Dean sighed as he poured more detergent onto a fresh towel and then grabbed some sugar out of the cabinet.
"Sugar?" Cas scoffed.
"Trust me. It works." Dean said, pouring some on Cas's hands.
"Why should I trust you?" Cas asked.
Dean choked. "Maybe because I've worked here forever and I'm a mechanic. I deal with grease and oil and stains every day."
"Oh..." Cas breathed.
"Yeah, Cas. Oh." Dean chuckled. "Tell me again how you're in all AP classes."
"Shut up." Cas snapped.
Dean smiled as he started scrubbing at Cas's hands.
After he was done, he pulled Cas to a stand. "Now wash."
Cas held his hands out under the faucet and watched as the black granules washed down the sink.
"Maybe it's about time we leave before you drop a car on someone." Dean laughed.
"I wouldn't do that." Cas said.
"I'm not giving you the benefit of the doubt." Dean wiped his hands on his jeans, then leaned in and kissed Cas. "Let's go."
"I want to see your office first." Cas stated.
"What for?" Dean asked.
"I just do." Cas replied.
"Well, okay." Dean chortled, turning to walk Cas back to his office. "This time, watch where your hands go."
Dean pushed open the door to his office and held it open for Cas to enter. Cas looked around in curiosity and then sighed. He moved his arms so his right hand was up near his face and his left arm was gripping his right elbow.
"That doesn't sound good." Dean mused.
"You go in here every day?" Cas scoffed.
Dean nodded. "Something wrong with it?"
"Everything. Look at this." Cas walked over to Dean's desk. "It's completely cluttered."
Cas quickly pushed the papers into neat stacks and moved the tape, staples, and other items into one area. He cleared an area in front of the office chair and proudly turned back to Dean. "See? It looks much better now. Don't you think?"
"Yes, Cas. Much better." Dean smiled. "You done here?"
"Oh of course not. Cleaning this place up could take hours at the least. This is a major mess." Cas answered.
Dean walked and grabbed Cas's shoulder. "Cas."
"Yes, Dean?" Cas responded.
Dean stepped close and began kissing Cas, Cas quickly moving his hands up into Dean's hair. Dean pulled away and Cas pouted.
"Don't stop." Cas frowned.
"Then we're leaving right now." Dean said.
"Fine, but one more th-" Cas walked over to another part of the office.
"Oh no you don't." Dean laughed as he picked Cas up and threw him over his shoulder.
"Put me down." Cas growled.
"You brought this upon yourself, organization boy." Dean replied as he walked out of his office.
"Fuck you." Cas scowled as he bobbed on Dean's shoulder out to the car.
Dean smiled smugly as he opened the door and set Cas down in the seat. He walked around and climbed into his door. He put the key in and started the engine. Cas cleared his throat loudly.
"Need a napkin?" Dean asked.
"No. We had a deal." Cas responded.
"Deal? Oh." Dean laughed as he quickly brought his lips to Cas's. "There."
"No way!" Cas protested. "That's not going to cut it."
Dean rolled his eyes, then proceeded to wrap his hand around Cas's tie and jerk him forward, crashing their lips together. When they pulled back for air, Dean released Cas's tie and smiled. "Better?"
"Oh c'mon, Dean. You can do better than that." Cas sighed.
"Oh now you're just teasing me." Dean grinned, going back towards Cas, quickly slipping his tongue into Cas's mouth.
"Better?" Dean asked again.
"Better, but not the best I've seen." Cas smirked.
"You're killing me, Cas."
"Well? You going to impress me now? Or are you just going to leave me unhappy?" Cas said. "And I'm not pretty when I'm unhappy."
"My God, Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "You're completely insane!"
"I just have expectations." Cas whispered in Dean's ear. "And right now, you're not living up to them."
Dean turned and kissed Cas's neck, slowly sucking. Cas moaned in appreciation. Dean moved his hand up to Cas's hair, and pulled his head back slightly.
Dean moved so his face was just barely away from Cas's. "Ready to be impressed?"
Cas smiled and nodded, his eyes full of lust. Dean placed a quick kiss to Cas's lips and released Cas's hair.
"Well, sorry, Cas. We have places to be." Dean smirked.
"Assbutt..." Cas muttered.
"Sorry." Dean chuckled. "Anyways, we're going to lunch."
"Lunch?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, Cas. Lunch. That meal that you eat in the middle of the day?" Dean laughed.
"I know what lunch is, Dean." Cas rolled his eyes. "Just you're taking me out to lunch?"
"You got a problem with that?" Dean replied.
"No. It's just surprising. Normally, I'm the one that takes you out to lunch." Cas mused.
"Well, that's the point of today. Me teaching you how to have a good time." Dean said.
"I can have a good time on my own, Dean. That I assure you." Cas stated.
"Well, you're definition of good time is about to change, Cas." Dean leaned over and kissed Cas again. "It's going to be awesome."
"Where are we going to eat?" Cas asked.
"It's a restaurant on Colt Street." Dean answered.
"You're taking me to Colt Street?" Cas scoffed. "That's a terrible part of town!"
"Well, sorry, honey." Dean smirked. "But you're gonna love it."
Cas sighed. "If I get shot, it's on you."
"I think I'd be the one getting shot. You're the safety hazard. Why don't we count the times I've gotten hurt because of you." Dean replied.
"Let's not." Cas muttered.
"Trust me, Cas. It's fine."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Cas exclaimed. "You can't honestly expect me to eat here!"
"What's wrong with it?" Dean asked.
"Are you seeing this. It's completely unsanitary, the window's broken, there are people smoking behind it, there's graffiti everywhere, and they have a D+ rating!" Cas scowled.
"It's alright, Cas. I love this place." Dean patted Cas on the back. "C'mon."
"Hey! Big D! What's up?" An Italian man behind the counter called.
"Big D?" Cas laughed.
"Shut up." Dean snapped.
"I'm not saying anything." Cas held up his hands in surrender, then quietly said, "Except now I can blackmail you."
"I hate you." Dean sighed.
"Sorry, honey." Cas mimicked Dean's tone as he smiled smugly.
"Wassup, Antonio?" Dean walked up to the counter. "Gimme knuckles."
He and Antonio fistbumped while Cas was trying his absolute hardest not to burst out laughing.
Dean stepped on Cas's foot and he jabbed Dean in the ribs with his elbow.
"So what I can get you and your friend here?" Antonio asked, not so discreetly checking Cas out.
"Boyfriend." Cas coughed.
"Oh." Antonio muttered. "Sorry."
"I'll get the usual and Cas, do you want a burger?" Dean said.
Cas looked uneasily in the back. "Is the meat thoroughly cooked and there is no trace of disease?"
"He'll take a burger and fries." Dean smiled.
"But-" Cas started.
"Shut up, Cas. Do you want anything else with it?" Dean asked. "Ice cream, soda, anything?"
"What the hell...I'm getting food poisoning anyways. I'll get a cookies and cream milkshake." Cas sighed.
"That's my boy." Dean slapped Cas on the back.
"I'm not your 'boy', Dean." Cas glared at him.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Dean laughed.
"I'll have José bring over your order." Antonio said.
"Oh. By the way, how's things going for Francesca?" Dean leaned on the counter.
"She's still having problems, but things are going better with Alonso. They're still not doing well with the money and that's causing some stress between them. Little Andrea had her third birthday a few weeks ago, so that helped get their mind off things for a bit." Antonio answered.
"Well, I'm sure they'll work it out. Tell them I said hey." Dean replied.
"Sure will." Jose nodded, Dean leading Cas back to a booth.
"I take it you come here often?" Cas mused.
"Before I met you, I came here almost everyday. Now I'm sort of tied up, not that I mind of course." Dean smiled.
"My concern for your health just increased momentously. If this is what you call fine dining, then I'd hate to see your definition of bad quality." Cas snorted.
"This'll be great, Cas. Trust me." Dean nudged Cas in the shoulder.
When they're orders came, Cas eyed his warily, looking concerned. Dean moaned as he took a bite of his burger.
"Eat up, Cas. Long day ahead of us." Dean smiled.
"I'm not hungry." Cas pushed the tray away from him on the table.
"Liar." Dean retorted. "Your stomach was making the grumblies all the way here, Cas."
"That wasn't hunger. I'm just bloated." Cas said.
Dean pulled up Cas's shirt. "Nope. Looking skinny as ever, if not more." Dean patted Cas's stomach before putting his shirt back down.
"Gastrointestinal problems." Cas tried.
"You're not fooling me, Cas. You're hungry." Dean grabbed Cas's face and propped open his mouth. He tore a piece of the burger off and shoved it in Cas's mouth.
Cas growled as he chewed the burger, lighting up as he came to taste it.
"Is good, yes?" Antonio came around the corner, speaking in his strong, Italian accent.
"Very." Cas answered.
"Then come here." Antonio smiled.
Cas looked to Dean cautiously. Dean nodded, standing up. Cas stood up and walked over to Antonio hesitantly.
"Yes?" Cas said meekly.
"There's an American saying that my family's always lived by." Antonio stated.
"..." Cas remained silent.
"My mama first showed it to us. She always said to kiss the cook." Antonio mused.
Cas's face paled as Antonio placed two quick kisses to Cas's cheek, then a little longer one on his lips. Antonio turned to Dean and did the same.
"I'll be seeing you two back soon I hope." Antonio grinned.
"I don't think you'll me seeing much of me, thank you very much." Cas frowned, Antonio's face falling.
Dean grabbed Cas's ass tightly, causing him to jump. "He's just joking. He's little shit like that. Right, Cas?"
"Yeah. I'm just kidding." Cas faked a smile.
"Oh. Of course you are. Dean wouldn't associate with an asshole." Antonio laughed. "Imagine if someone really weren't joking. I'd go crazy around them."
Dean snorted and pushed Cas back to their booth.
"He's nice one." Antonio whispered.
"He is." Dean smiled affectionately back at Cas.
"Nice lips. Nice ass." Antonio mused.
"Very nice lips and very nice ass indeed." Dean chuckled.
"He a keeper." Antonio placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Trust me when I say that you won't find anyone else like him around." Dean smirked.
"In a good or bad sense?" Antonio asked.
"Little of both." Dean answered. "In all honesty, he's great - most of the time."
"No offense meant of course, but he seems a little 'off'." Antonio said,
"He's a lot off." Dean laughed. "Love him all the same."
"Is that where you've been the last few weeks?" Antonio asked.
"Yeah. The little fucker broke my leg." Dean snorted.
"How? Rough sex?" Antonio joked.
"Sadly, no." Dean smiled. "He threw a textbook at me and it hid me in the leg. I was holed up for almost seven weeks."
"I think you're right about him being a lot off." Antonio mused.
"Oh, I'm dead on." Dean replied.
"Well, I let you finish your meal before that packrat does." Antonio nodded in Cas's direction. Dean turned his head and saw Cas stuffing his face with Dean's fries and burger, his plate already clean.
"Dammit, Cas!" Dean exclaimed running over and yanking his burger from Cas's grasp. "Who said you could do that?"
"No one controls what I do." Cas stated. "I do what I want."
"That kind of attitude's going to get you in trouble someday, kid." Dean smirked.
"I am not a kid. I'm just a few months younger than you!" Cas protested.
"Then stop acting like a child and stop eating my food. If I didn't love you, I would beat you right now." Dean threatened.
"It's a tradition though." Cas pouted. "You order food and I take it."
"That's not a tradition, Cas." Dean said.
"How isn't it? A tradition is something that occurs on occasion multiple times in it's most basic explanation." Cas asked.
"Well, this isn't a tradition I'd like to carry on. I like my food. I don't share with anyone." Dean chuckled.
"Anyone?" Cas raised an eyebrow.
"Anyone." Dean repeated.
"Not even me?" Cas pouted. "The first man you've ever loved?"
"Especially you." Dean snorted, taking a bite of his burger. "I only let you take my food because I didn't want you to run off. Now I know you won't."
Cas eyed Dean's burger and then looked back up at Dean, eyes watering and lip quivering. Dean groaned in exasperation and pushed his tray over to Cas.
"God Dammit, Cas! Take it! Take it all! Don't look at me like that!" Dean snapped.
"Thank you, Dean." Cas smiled sweetly and finished off Dean's burger. "Antonio, Dean would like another burger!"
"Is that so?" Antonio called back.
"It is." Cas answered.
"Yeah. Becuase this son of a bitch puppy eyed me into giving him mine." Dean snorted.
"Ah. True love." Antonio sighed jokingly and prepared another burger for Dean.
"Fuck you." Dean said to Cas.
"Am I really an asshole?" Cas asked.
"Dude. You're eating a burger you swindled me out of." Dean laughed. "Yeah. You're a big fucking asshole."
"Good." Cas smirked, taking another bite of the burger and smiling smugly at Dean.
"I love you, Cas." Dean whispered, putting a hand on the side of Cas's face.
Cas leaned it to the touch and furrowed his brow as he thought it felt weird and cold. He shrugged it off and smiled at Dean. "I love you, too, Dean." Cas leaned into Dean and right before they're lips touched, Dean removed his hand from Cas's cheek and quickly slapped it against the front of his face, a mess of ketchup on Cas's face.
Cas gagged. "Dean?"
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean smirked.
"Fuck you." Cas wiped the ketchup off his face and onto Dean's leg. "And they say that I'm an asshole. They're obviously looking at the wrong person."
"Or we're both equally assholey and will be seeing each other in hell." Dean suggested.
Cas smiled and leaned back into kiss Dean.
"Easy on the tongue, Cas. You taste terribly like ketchup." Dean laughed.
"Not my fault and not my problem." Cas sassed.
"Should I get you two a wet towel?" Antonio offered.
"That'd be nice, yes." Cas answered.
"Be right back, then." Antonio chimed.
"Where to now, Dean?" Cas asked, wiping the last of the ketchup off his face in the mirror of the Impala.
"A dance." Dean replied.
"Shouldn't we get more formal then?" Cas tilted his head.
"No, Cas. This is just fine." Dean smiled.
"If you say so..." Cas muttered.
Dean wrapped his arm around Cas's shoulder as they continued driving.
Finally, Dean stopped in a shaded area, a few run down cars also parked there.
"Dean." Cas whispered. "Where the hell are we? This doesn't look safe."
"It's not, but no one will hurt you as long as you're with me. Just try not to stand out. If they know you're rich, then you need to get the hell out of Dodge." Dean replied in a normal voice.
"We're not in Dodge, though. We're in Chicago." Cas stated.
Dean laughed as they walked to a building. A large piece of metal was leaning against a wall. "Watch your head." Dean said as he ducked under the metal and entered the area. Cas followed, but still bumping his head on the metal.
"Ow!" Cas winced.
"I told you to watch your head, jackass." Dean laughed.
"I'm not a jackass." Cas growled.
"Yeah you are, but don't worry. You're my jackass." Dean grinned as he held open a grimy door. Cas walked through his and contorted his face in disgust.
"I thought you said we were going to a dance." Cas choked.
"This is a dance. This is were the cool kids come to dance." Dean smirked, walking away.
"Where are you going?" Cas demanded. Dean didn't answer. Cas pushed through the crowd until he grabbed Dean's shoulder. "Where are you going?"
"My, my." Dean cooed. "Aren't you the attractive one? Would you like to join me for a dance, you glorious sex god?" Dean grabbed Cas's hand and kissed it softly.
Cas laughed and skipped through the crowd, still holding onto Dean's hand the whole way to the dance floor.
"Who's front and who's back?" Dean asked.
"If by that you mean lead and follow, then I'm front and you're back." Cas stated.
"Okay. I'm normally front, but I can deal with back." Dean smirked, stepping behind Cas.
"Where are you going now?" Cas sighed.
"Behind...you?" Dean chuckled. "I'm back."
"Don't be stupid, Dean. You have to face each other to dance." It was then that it hit Dean that Cas had never danced before. Cas placed his hand on Dean's waist and the other on his shoulder. He positioned Dean's hands accordingly and softly started swaying.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Dancing. Obviously." Cas replied.
"Yeah. Slow dancing." Dean smiled.
"Yes. Slow dancing. Is there a problem with that?" Cas asked.
"Look around, Cas. We're slow dancing in a dance club that's blasting dubstep." Dean laughed.
"So?" Cas responded.
Dean laughed and started moving along to Cas's rhythm. "Okay. I thought I knew everything about you, but I guess I was wrong. You only know how to slow dance?"
"You know far from everything about me, Dean. You've known me for only four months. It takes years to learn everything about a person." Cas stated. "And yes, I only know how to slow dance. I've been to many balls and dinner parties."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing that we have plenty of time on our hands then." Dean smirked.
"Yeah. It's a good thing." Cas smiled, stepping closer to kiss Dean.
They didn't turn their attention to their surroundings until the music and lights went off. They looked around them to see that everyone had cleared the dance floor and was watching them. The light above the dance floor was the only one left on and the song changed to slow composition of only strings and woodwinds.
"Dean. They're staring. Should we stop?" Cas whispered.
"Just the opposite." Dean replied, releasing his hold on Cas, and taking his hand lightly, led him over to a small flight of stairs, only five steps up. Dean walked Cas up the steps and led him to the center of the stage. Cas was very confused, but went with it. Dean repositioned his hands on Cas and stepped closer to him than they had before.
"Watch your footing. We don't want a broken neck here." Dean said quietly.
Cas rested his head on Dean's chest. "I think that'd be two broken necks."
"Morbid freak." Dean chuckled, seeing coupled file onto the dance floor again, waltzing along with them.
"I don't understand what's happening." Cas stated.
"We're dancing. That's what. That's what matters at least." Dean answered.
"Okay." Cas sighed. "You never tell me anything."
"Don't be such a whiney bitch." Dean growled playfully into Cas's ear. Behind Cas's back, Dean winked at the DJ and motioned 'up' with his finger. The DJ nodded in acknowledgement, and the tempo of the song started gradually increasing.
"Dean? Is it just me or is the song getting faster?" Cas asked.
Dean didn't answer him, but just continued moving their bodies faster. The song sped up faster now, Cas flashing Dean a confused expression. The song got so fast, that Dean and Cas were almost running around the stage.
"Dean. I can't go any faster." Cas grunted, obviously happy and excited.
Luckily, for him, the song didn't speed up. It stayed constant. Right until the end. It sped up impossibly quick, but Dean helped him move to the beat, the people in the audience had long since stopped, to watch in awe as the two slow danced. Right when Cas thought his feet were going to explode, he was in the air. Dean picked Cas up and spun him around once in the air. After a 360º turn, Dean put Cas back down, back facing the stage. He leaned in and kissed Cas and then dipped Cas back. Cas looked out at the crowd, upside down and silently waved at them, earning a series of 'awww's from the females in the audience.
Dean pulled Cas back up, and then turned him so they were both facing the audience. Dean grabbed Cas's hand with his own and held them up in the air, eliciting a loud reaction of whistles, claps, and whoops of praise. Dean brought his lips to Cas's one more time, both of them displaying a large smile, and then he pulled Cas off the stage. The flashing lights came back on and the gaudy music resumed.
A few still stared at them in awe as they pushed through the crowd, laughing, smiling, and kissing all the way. They left the building and entered back into the area, shielded by the metal sheet. Cas didn't hit his head on they way out this time. Once they were out, Cas looped his arms around Dean's neck and kissed Dean deeply.
"That was great." Cas grinned.
"I told you you'd like it." Dean smirked. "You did, didn't you?"
"Loved it." Cas breathed, leaning back in and kissing Dean again.
"Thought you did." Dean smiled between kisses. "But it's time to say goodbye, Cas."
All the joy in Cas's face instantly dulled, and it killed Dean on the inside. "Time to go home."
"I was hoping you'd change your mind about that." Cas sighed.
"I know." Dean replied, pressing a kiss to Cas's forehead before they climbed into they're separate side of the car.
Dean pulled out in front of the golden gate outside the Novak Mansion. He parked in front of it and slid his access card through. The gates clicked open and he and Cas walked up to the double doors. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean before he turned to the door.
"I had the best day of my life today." Cas said.
"I wouldn't say that." Dean teased.
"Okay. It comes second to the day I met you." Cas smiled.
"Such a romantic." Dean retorted.
"Of course I am. You're my boyfriend. Are we not supposed to be romantic?" Cas replied.
"Not in public." Dean laughed.
"This isn't public. This is my house." Cas stated.
"Let's put this simpler. Private is somewhere we can have sex. Public is somewhere we can't." Dean chuckled.
"Are you asking for sex? I can arrange that. I'd be happy to oblige." Cas perked up.
"Sorry, Cas. That's not what I was saying, but whatever." Dean shrugged. "See you later."
Cas leaned up and kissed Dean, proceeding to unwrap his arms from him. Dean smiled at Dean one more time before picking up his suitcase off the concrete and entering the mansion. Dean quickly jogged back to his car and drove home.
Dean couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Normally, he had Cas keeping him warm at night and purring into his chest. Dean felt lopsided, not having Cas slotted in the subtle dent in the bed next to where Dean laid. He resorted to putting a pillow next to him and wrapped his arm around it. It wasn't the same, but hell, it's better than nothing, right?
Dean groaned as he heard a noise coming from his window. He groggily opened his eyes and saw the window being forced open. Dean pulled the gun from his dresser and aimed it at the window. A pair of hands made themselves visible, followed by arms. Dean was too tired for this bullshit. He didn't own anything valuable. He just put the gun on the dresser if he needed it. He heard the window slide open and light footsteps nearing the bed. He faked asleep and relaxed his eyes. He was utterly confused when he felt the blankets be gently pushed off. He felt the pillow next to him be removed, only to be removed by a small, warm body.
"What the hell are you doing here, Cas?" Dean mumbled.
"Did I wake you?" Cas asked. "Sorry."
"No. Yes. Kind of. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Answer me, though. Why are you here?" Dean answered.
"Isn't it obvious? I missed you and you very apparently missed me, snuggling up to your pillow like a giant idiot." Cas laughed.
"Shut up." Dean smiled as Cas pressed up against him. Dean wrapped his arm around Cas and pulled him close.
"Don't get too comfy." Cas said.
"Why not? It's night time and I'm going to sleep." Dean replied.
"I want you to take me somewhere." Cas stated.
"Tonight?" Dean groaned.
"Yes." Cas answered.
"What about school?" Dean sighed.
"I don't care about school tomorrow. They all suck anyways." Cas said.
"Maybe I'm failing and do care about my education." Dean yawned.
"Bullshit." Cas snapped.
"Yeah. You caught me." Dean chuckled. "So what were you saying about going someplace?"
"I want you to take me somewhere." Cas repeated.
"Like?"
"Anywhere, Dean. Anywhere." Cas replied.
"Cas." Dean drawled. "Can't you save this for tomorrow?"
"No. I want to go somewhere tonight." Cas responded.
"Anywhere, huh? Gotta be a little more specific than that, Cas." Dean said.
"I want you to take me on an adventure. I want to be pumped and full of adrenaline and feel utterly...alive." Cas breathed.
"God, Cas..." Dean ran his hand down his face. "You are killing me."
"Sorry." Cas whispered.
"Get some of my clothes on we'll...go..." Dean looked up and saw that Cas was already in clothes. "You were planning on me saying yes?" Dean scoffed.
"Of course. When it comes to me, you're putty in my hands." Cas smiled.
"Sometimes I really hate you. You know that, Cas?" Dean laughed.
"I figured as much." Cas mused.
Dean pulled on his favorite shirt and laced up his boots. "Let's go."
Dean groggily drove down town, despite Cas insisting on driving.
"Trust me, Cas. If I can't drive, we can't do this." Dean stated.
"This is worrying me." Cas muttered.
"Sorry, but-" Dean started.
"That's good. I like it. I want the worry. I want the fear." Cas said.
"Okay you freak, we're here." Dean pulled into a construction site for a highrise being built.
"What are we doing here?" Cas asked.
"Climbing." Dean smiled.
"You're not serious?" Cas scoffed.
"Deadly." Dean grinned, kicking a hole in the fence and crawling through it. "We're going to the top."
Dean bounded to the elevator shaft and pulled Cas in. He took it up as high as it was set to go, so they'd have to climb a few floors manually.
"Do you trust me, Cas?" Dean paused.
"Of course." Cas answered.
"Do you trust me, Cas?" Dean repeated.
"I said yes, Dean." Cas stated.
"Do you trust me, Cas?" Dean repeated once more.
"For crying out loud, yes!" Cas exclaimed.
"Do you trust me with your life?' Dean asked.
Cas was hesitant to answer. "Yes."
"You don't sound very sure about that. Do you trust me with your life, Cas?" Dean demanded.
"Yes." Cas replied, stronger and more confident this time. "Yes, Dean! Yes, yes, yes! I trust you!"
"That's what I wanted to hear." Dean grinned, climbing through some supporter beams and onto some platforms here and there. He tested for stability and then gestured to Cas. "See those metal beams right there? Walk across them. It'll be like walking across a tightrope. I'll have your arm tightly the whole time, just in case something happens. Which it won't."
"I trust you." Cas whispered, stepping onto the beams and grasping Dean's forearm, Dean doing the same to Cas.
Cas made it across the beams and up twisting sloped until he and Dean were at the top area. Dean hoisted Cas on his shoulders and walked onto the edge. Dean could hear Cas inhale sharply as he looked down on the bright lights of Chicago.
"It's so strange to think that my family owns almost all of it and yet no one's taken the time to admire it's beauty." Cas mused.
"That's probably because it's the ghettos you're looking at." Dean snorted.
"You know what I mean." Cas replied, Dean lowering him from his shoulders. They sat down on the edge of the platform their feet swinging over the edge.
"Yeah. I do. Missing out on true beauty and goodness seems to be a trend in your family." Dean said looking straight at Cas.
"What do you- you mean me?" Cas asked. "I'm a thing of beauty and 'goodness' to you?"
"Of course." Dean smiled, leaning over and kissing Cas. Cas rested his head on Dean's shoulder as they stared at the lights of the city.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up, but holy fuck! How'd this chapter get to be 11,000+ words long!? It was like 33 pages. *faints* I've been working on it almost all day today. It'll probably be the last upload before I go to Vegas for a few nights. While I'm there, if I'm not snoring in my dad's truck, I'll be writing. (did I say this already? Hell, i probably did. I would check my other notes, but I don't feel like it. I'm too tired, *cough* lazy *cough*) But I might have another upload tomorrow if I have time. I'll probably have two more chapters when I get back from Vegas. I'm leaving tomorrow at this time, (3 AM for me) and then staying Wednesday night, and coming home thursday. So much driving for two days. Sheesh. Dad's...
P.S. I don't know if you caught it, but I made 'trust me' the theme throughout this chapter as the buildup to the end.