This one took a little longer than usual because it is a little longer than usual. This is 1,000 words longer than the first chapter of this fanfiction. I decided to make this chapter entirely appropriate, so sorry if you're here for just the smut. ^_^ Fluffy as hell.
Also, have a nice day everyone.
Thank you for the amount of response the last chapter got, it's what inspired me to make this chapter a little longer. Next chapter, things will probably heat up again.
A few days have passed since then- Dean is happy with just texting Cas and playing online with him, but he wonders why they haven't set anything else up yet. The last date went absolutely great, so why hadn't they scheduled anything else? Or, for that matter, talked about what had happened?
Not that he was sad about that. He was glad that his and Cas's relationship hadn't turned entirely sappy and romantic. But the pressure was still there, and he wanted to be sure that Cas was still interested in him, romantically. He didn't feel confident enough in his own personality- how could he keep Cas entertained? He wasn't exactly the most interesting guy to talk to, maybe Cas needed something different?
Dean was laying on his couch, lounging around, when his phone buzzed against his leg. He lazily reached into his pocket to retrieve it, knowing who it would be. A smile formed across his face as he read the familiar name. I want to meet again soon. It's Thursday now, so, would Saturday work for you?
Dean breathed out a sigh of relief. Immediately after that had passed, he was curious. What did Cas have in mind? He clearly had a plan for this, and Dean would be more than willing to try out anything he wanted to... God, Winchester, pull your mind out of the gutter! Cas most likely had something innocent and fluffy planned, it wasn't like he was going to propose they jump into the BDSM circuit and show up with a collar in Dean's size.
Though Dean honestly couldn't say that the thought wasn't appealing.
Not that Dean was a sub. Because he was totally a dom. Probably.
Of course Saturday would work. Charlie has a thing on Friday night though, so I'd like it if it could be after noon. I have to go and act as her hand maiden or some crap. Actually, you were in costume that one night, are you going to come? Dean questions. It would be nice to be able to see Cas there.
Unfortunately not. But I take it I'll see you at two on Saturday? Would you like to take my car or yours? Dean frowns. He doesn't know anything about where they're going, and he's disappointed that Cas can't make it to the renaissance thing. He wished that he didn't have to go and pretend to be a handmaiden. It was slightly demeaning. Then again, bringing his boyfriend couldn't help much either, could it?
Dean froze. Had he just... Used the 'b' word? Boyfriend? Was that what him and Cas were? Boyfriends? He supposed they'd have to talk about it. He really wanted to be more than friends, truthfully. Cas had been in his life for a month now, turned literally everything upside down, and Dean couldn't see himself ever getting sick of him. Cas was a best friend, a lover now... He was the first and only man Dean had thusfar felt okay admitting his attraction to. That felt important to Dean; Cas felt important. So, he decided that they would talk about it in person, this upcoming Saturday.
I don't know where we're going, so yours. Where are we going, anyways? Dean asked. He walked over to his computer and turned it on, seeing that it was almost six o'clock. Cas would be wanting to play Angel/Demon allies soon, and he wasn't going to be one to argue with him. They were really close to catching up to the place where the developers were, which would mean that they would receive their compensation. So far, they had reported three bugs to the developers.
That's a secret. You'll have to wait until we get there. Just make sure you're wearing tennis shoes or something comfortable to walk in. Cas comments. Dean almost bugs him about it, but he knows that it really wouldn't get him anywhere. So, instead, he shrugs and sets down his phone, powering up his computer. Just as the screen flickers to life, a second text comes through. Do you want to get online now? I miss your voice.
He only allows himself to feel warm about that for a minute, before he's grabbing his headphones and logging on.
When Saturday finally rolls around, Dean is ready by twelve. When Cas finally shows up, he's a ball of nerves and anticipation is thrumming through his veins like it's the very blood he depends on.
He eagerly pulls the door open, finding Cas standing on the other side with a smile. His hair is messed up, as usual, and Dean feels a weight in his chest lighten. It was almost like Cas's very presence was relaxing him. He stepped aside and gestured for Cas to come in, but he had other plans. Cas grabbed him by the hand and pulled him straight out his own door, barely giving him time to shut and lock it.
"Well, you're enthusiastic!" Dean declared, letting out a small laugh. Cas smiled as they entered the elevator, punching the button for the bottom floor. As the elevator started moving, Dean was reminded of when they first met each other, (or, at least, when he first knew that they had met each other) and he couldn't resist leaning a little closer to inhale Cas's scent. He smelled like honey and nature and woods, and Dean thought it was the best thing he'd ever cared to scent.
Cas seemed to freeze up for a minute, his brows furrowing as he looked at Dean strangely. Soon, though, he relaxed into it, offering, "You're not typically so affectionate. I took you as a bit of a stand-off type. I'm slowly learning more and more how wrong I was."
"I'm sorry, does that make you uncomfortable?" Dean asked, shifting a little bit. He didn't want to do anythign to screw this up, and if Cas wasn't a fan of contact, well, he'd tone it down. To his delight, though, Castiel shook his head no.
"Of course not. It's just surprising. I've only been in a couple of other relationships before, and it was when I was younger. I'm just not used to touch." Cas admits. Dean's mind immediately goes down the gutter, and it looks like it isn't coming back any time soon. If Cas was "sensitive to touch", as he put it, he wonders how Cas would react to experimentation in the bedroom? Really, he'd already admitted he'd not done much, and as soon as Dean touched him in the movie theatre, his lips were all over Dean's neck. Dean knows for a fact that when they were kissing, he muffled some moans. Cas had been... extremely reactive. Dean couldn't wait to find out how far that went.
The elevator stopped, and they walked out into the lobby. Chuck was there, carrying his toolbox, grease smeared across his face. He stopped when he saw Dean and Cas, flashing them a large smile. "Are you two dating yet?"
"Yes." Castiel responded simply. Chuck flashed them a thumbs up and exited the room in a hurry, clearly on an errand. Dean paused, pulling Cas to a stop, too.
"We are?" He questioned. Cas looked slightly concerned for a moment, like a puppy who just knew it was going to be kicked. Hard.
"Not if you don't want to be. I mean, I had figured-" He started, looking down at the ground. He was roughly cut off as Dean pulled him forward and sealed their lips in a bruising kiss, his hand sliding around to hold Cas's neck and his body curving in towards the other's. Cas let out a small grunt of surprise before he was kissing back, lips slightly more gentle against Dean's. When they finally pulled away, Dean was smiling.
"Of course I do, you fucking walnut." He scolds. Castiel looks slightly confused, as if that was the last thing he had been expecting out of Dean's mouth. It's not until Dean thinks back to what he said that he realizes it was his poor choice of insult that had Castiel questioning, and not his acceptance to them dating.
"That's... I've never heard that used that way before. Is that supposed to be an endearing form of insult, or-" Cas was cut off by another kiss, mainly because Dean didn't know what to do at this point, and he was so damn happy about them being together. Cas was everything he could have asked for, and to have his feelings returned felt like winning the million off of a dollar scratch ticket. Absolutely improbable, but perfect.
"Let's go to the car." Dean says, as they part. Cas still looks like he's slightly flustered and confused from what just happened, but soon enough he gets his head back and leads Dean outside, walking towards the parking garage a couple of blocks down. Cas has a small smile on his face by the time they actually get there, and Dean is glad that he finally let it sink in, the fucking walnut. He still can't believe he actually said that out loud. He gave a moment to be grateful that Sam wasn't there to hear him.
"This is it." Cas said proudly. Dean froze, his eyes narrowing. This had to be some kind of a joke. "I hope you don't mind looking like you've pimped out twelve girls."
Standing in front of him was a copy of their car in the game, to the exact T. Suddenly, he regrets not having volunteered to take the impala. His baby was awesome and more than feeling up to the trip. Riding around in this thing would be embarrassing when it was new.
"Oh my god, I take it back. Can we take my car?" He asks. Cas lets out a laugh, opening up the driver's seat and jumping in. He unlocks the passenger door, and Dean hesitates for a moment. Eventually, he jumps in, sitting straight and frozen in the front. Cas lets out a small chuckle, starting up the car. For once, Dean reaches for his seat belt, because he knows that a passenger not wearing one will give the driver a ticket. He tells himself over and over again that it's not because he isn't sure if this thing could survive a wreck.
"The picnic supplies is in the trunk of this one already." Castiel tells him. Dean then finally puts together that they're going to go out into nature, and he nods his head appreciatively. He never really took Cas for the bear grylls survivor-man type, but now that he thinks about it, he realizes that Cas would probably love to live in the wild, as long as he could have wifi there. After all, he did want to open a bee farm, eventually.
"You should have told me we were going into nature." Dean mumbles, shifting in his seat. Cas simply responds with a laugh as the car starts up.
Dean watches out his window as they pass up house after house, building after building, the places slowly growing further and further apart. He watches as the businesses and hot dog stands of the city turn into corn fields and wide expanses of lush, sun-soaked grass. Dean could see Cas living out here when he's old and grey, probably tending to a flower garden (he almost scoffs at just how comical the idea of Cas checking his petunias would be) or his bees. The sun is warm, and Dean feels more alive than he has in a long time.
He's so relaxed that he almost starts to nod off, and his head is leaning against the window as they reach their destination.
The stopping of the car, luckily, is enough to jolt him awake. He rubs the back of his head, peering out the windshield. What? He thought Cas said they were going for a picnic?
"We're at our first stop." Cas announces. Dean figures that picnic must be stop number two, but he can't help the curiosity rising up within him. Instead of being pulled up in a park or at a farm, they're at an ordinary house, with a large garden overflowing out in the back and a black cat lounging on the porch. Cas opens his door and steps out of the car, and Dean does the same, following when he starts down towards the small house.
Cas knocks on the door, and there's a flurry of motion as somebody comes to answer it. The door swings open to reveal an old woman, who's smiling and joyful. Dean sees that behind her, on a shelf, are rows and rows of bottles and bottles of natural honey, some of them packed up in boxes. She lights up when she sees Cas.
"Castiel! Oh, hello, dear!" She exclaims, pulling him in for a slightly awkward hug. Cas lets her, patting her hair. She pulls away and eyes Dean for a moment before apparently deciding that she approves of him, and pulling him into a hug, too. "And you brought a visitor! How nice."
She pulls away, stepping inside and ushering them in. The cat that had previously been on the porch snuck in around their feet, and Dean would have said something, but the cat ran up to her and immediately started rubbing around her feet. Instead of looking angry or disappointed, she just laughed, petting the little thing behind the ears. The cat purred loudly, rubbing up against her. She set the animal down and turned back to the two boys.
"So, I suppose it's the usual? How have you been?" She questions. Castiel clears his throat.
"Yes, the usual. I've been well, thank you for asking. What about you? I heard a small grocery store is going to start selling your honey, that sounds like a good deal for you." Cas congratulates, smiling. She briefly disappears into the kitchen, and then reappears, holing a small bottle of honey. She places it into Castiel's hand, smiling up at him.
"Yes, it really is a dream come true. Of course, I take it that won't mean you'll stop coming to get it from the source, right?" She asks. Castiel shakes his head no, giving a small chuckle. "Well, are you going to introduce this tall piece of work right here, or is he going to stand there awkwardly forever?"
Dean feels slightly uncomfortable, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Cas let out a laugh though, and it helps Dean to relax. If Cas liked this woman, she couldn't be that bad, could she? "This is my boyfriend, Dean. Remember the one I told you about, that I had been playing a game with and he just so happened to live in my apartment? I figured the second date was suitable for introductions such as these."
"Well, you two are on a date?" She questions, clapping her hands together. She looked happy for Cas. "then I won't stop you! Both of you, out this instant! Cas, you can talk to me later!" She finished, ushering them out the door. Cas smiled back at her, but did as she said. When they were out though, he paused, digging into his pocket. His hand reemerged with a crisp and clean ten dollar bill, which he proceeded to place in her hand.
"For the honey. Keep the change." He told her, waving the small jar in his hand. She smiled at the two of them.
"You really are too generous, Castiel." She told him, pocketing the change. Cas turned then, grabbing Dean's hand again and urging him out to the car. Dean was still reeling the slightest bit from what had just happened, but he hopped into the car as normal, waiting until Cas had started it up again to say anything.
"So that's where you get your natural honey." He comments. Cas just smiles.
They pull up in a small park, children playing and laughing as they run around. Dean leans forward, eyes scanning over the picnic tables. Well, this was certainly romantic, that's for sure.
Castiel got out and Dean followed as he rounded the car back to the back, where he pulled out a large hand basket with a large blanket coming out the lid. About half of it was trailing through the air, wafting around as Cas moved. He started to walk towards the picnic tables, but halfway there, he changed routes. Dean followed, curiosity again rising, as Cas and him came to the edge of the woods.
That, was when he noticed the small trail.
Cas stepped out onto it, looking more content than he ever had before. He was listening to the birds chirp, looking up at the different kinds of trees, admiring the small stream and the wooden bridge that they had to cross over to continue their path. He had a small smile on his face, as he simply walked along in the forest with ease, happy. Dean? Well, Dean was having just as good of a time watching Cas.
About halfway through the trail, Cas fell behind a little, taking Dean's hand. "You know, I haven't actually come here in about a year. I love this park, though. It's one of my favourite places to do hiking. My older brother Michael used to take me and all my brothers and sisters here for fun all the time. It didn't feel the same without anyone else, so I thought that maybe you'd like it. You do, don't you?"
"I like it. I, uh, my dad used to take us hunting in the woods. It was absolutely the most fun I'd ever had. So, this reminds me of times like that, you know? Though I am getting a little winded." Dean admitted, laughing at himself. Cas let out a contented hum, nodding his head as he processed the information.
"I've always felt like the best memories were made out here, in nature. You can't make mistakes when amongst the trees." He says, and he looks a little sad. "They're always forgiving. Places like this just feel a little more pure than the rest of the world."
"You can say that again. Dude, I used to camp out all the time. Sammy and I shared this really small tent and we used to stay up all night reading ghost stories from this old book one of us had found in dad's room. It was absolutely the best. I mean, I would love to camp out like that again. The rest of the world just seems a little too busy when you come out to somewhere as peaceful as this." Dean admits, looking up at the sunlight, which was falling over the ground like an odd painting of splattered shapes, "Of course, I could never live so far out that I couldn't drive into town and get a burger."
Castiel chuckled a little bit. "I would have to agree with you there. I share your sentiment with both burgers and libraries. Not to mention internet connection."
"Yeah, but you can get internet almost anywhere these days." Dean teases. Cas nods his head in agreement, and their walk continues in silence. It's peaceful.
Eventually, they make their way to a small meadow. By the time they're actually there, Dean's stomach is growling in protest, and he gladly helps Cas spread out the blanket in the safe shade of the trees. Dean plops himself down as Cas unloads the food he brought- two sandwiches, (PB&J) a thermos of warm tea, plastic cups, an entire bag of plain chips and a jar of dip, finally finished by two pieces of an apple pie. Dean immediately reaches for it, and has his hand smacked.
"Not until after we're done with the food." Castiel scolds. Dean rolls his eyes, but actually waits until Cas has sat down and everything is set out to start eating. The PB&J has grape jelly, and he's thankful that Cas didn't put strawberry on it like Sam tended to do. He needed food right then, and he wouldn't want to have to be rude and decline.
Once they were both done eating, they dug into the pie. Dean absolutely devoured his, savouring the taste of apples and the flaky crust that absolutely was the best thing he'd ever eaten. As soon as he was finished, he lay back across the blanket and closed his eyes, patting his stomach contentedly.
"Dude, you're going to make me fat." He commented. "I think that was the best pie I've ever had."
"Good, because I made it myself." Cas tells him. Dean sits straight up, looking at Cas cynically, as if trying to judge whether or not he's telling the truth. Nothing but the truth shone in Cas's eyes, and Dean nodded his head appreciatively. Okay, yeah, he definitely wanted to marry Cas now.
"Hey, you've got a little piece." Dean lied, gesturing to the side of Cas's face. Cas looked confused for a moment before his tongue darted out, trying to get the piece. After he was satisfied with his work, he turned his head towards Dean, as if asking if he had gotten it. Dean shook his head no. "Here, let me get it."
He leaned forward and kissed the side of Castiel's mouth, hesitating a moment until Cas turned back to him. Their full mouths pressed up against each other, hot and demanding and causing shivers to go through Dean's body. Cas slowly moved towards him, Dean making subtle adjustments so that they didn't have to break apart, and Cas was stradling him, hands running up and down his chest and torso. Dean let out a moan, and Cas swallowed it up, shoving his tongue into Dean's mouth.
Cas gave his own low groan as Dean bucked his hips up, causing their half-hard cocks to meet through the fabric. He broke away, gasping, his eyes hooded in lust. It took a moment for reality to sink in, and he gave a small frown once it did.
"We really can't get carried away. We're in the middle of the forest, Dean. I think we'd better stop here." Cas commented. Dean felt his stomach sink. Cas leaned forward, though, for one last peck.
He climbed off and gathered up their things, placing them in the picnic basket.