Hello friends! The final section of the Thanksgiving holiday is here. Warning: mushy and a little bit more then I normally write. So you're welcome.
"We're almost there!" Cass said.
"I wish I'd known we were going hiking."
"We've been walking for ten minutes."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dean said.
"It's just over this way."
Dean suddenly makes out a tree that has a large bolder at the base. In the tree was what looked like a half-built tree house. It had one finished part, but the rest was just baseboards.
"Welcome to Big Rock!" Cass said with a grin.
"What is this place?"
"Michael and Dad started building this place back before I was born. Dad used to come out here long before that. He used to write his story ideas on that rock. Cass climbed up and sat on the rock. He patted an empty patch next to him. The rock was chilly, but the winter had been kind and there still was only a lingering wonderful crispness of fall.
"How long ago was that?"
"My Dad was born here in town. He left for a while to travel and roam. But he always used to tell us that whenever he had a struggle, he would always come back to the Big Rock."
"And he choose to stay eventually."
"He met my mom. They got engaged here."
Cass rubbed the rocky top of the large boulder.
"So this place is pretty important," Dean said.
"Yep."
"Why the unfinished tree house?" Dean asked.
"Michael had done it will Dad, but then I came along and Mom needed more hands on with me. She got sick really bad after she had me."
Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. She'd been sick for that long? Cass seemed to notice. "Not sick with the cancer, but just a really horrible flu that passed through. By the time they even thought about coming back, most of the wood was rotted. So they striped it. Then when I got to be older Michael took me out here and we started working on it again." Cass smiled to himself, like memories of this time were running through his head. The smile faded as quickly as it had come. "Then Mom got diagnosed and Michael and I just didn't have much heart to do anything but just sit on the rock."
"Michael didn't seem like he wanted to even drive us here," Dean said.
"He doesn't really come back. At least, he doesn't come back when we are here much." Cass looked in the direction they had walked from. Michael had said he was going to go do some errands and that he'd text when he was heading back. "I think he comes though."
"So you come here a lot."
Cass thought a moment. "Not really anymore. We used to live within walking distance, but we moved when mom got sick. Smaller house, closer to town."
Dean breathed in the crisp air.
"So what do you think?"
"I like it. Feels like it's your family's for sure. Thanks for sharing it with me."
"Of course," Cass said.
Dean listens to the sound of the birds chirping away. He looks at Cass. Cass' eyes are staring upward through the last remainder of leaves on the tree.
"You make me happy." Cass looks over at Dean. "Frank and open, right?" Cass smiles and nods.
"You make me happy, Dean."
Cass makes him happy too. Happier then he ever thought was even possible.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Dean asked.
"I thought I was."
"Did either of us actually officially ask?" Dean asked.
"I thought it was implied."
"It shouldn't have to implied."
"Yes, Dean, I'll be your boyfriend."
"You can always tell me things."
"I know."
Dean had this fleeting moment of panic thinking of all the stories of high school romances that end in tears and pain. He and Cass cannot end like that. He must not let anything hurt this person in front of him. Dean doesn't know where this incredible protective sensation came from, but as he watches Cass shift closer to him on the rock, he knows that he loves him. He cannot say that out loud quite yet. He can't even kiss him. But he puts his hand up to Cass' face and just feels it. He's here with him. This is real, and Dean can't believe how lucky he is. He leans in and Cass does too.
This place is magical. Dean understands now why this place is so special. Their foreheads are touching. Dean can feel Cass' breath; he can feel the heat of his skin. His heart is calm.
"I want you."
It was Cass that broke the silence. It was a whisper, but a heavy one that made Dean's heart jump.
"Frank and open?" Dean asked.
Dean's eyes were open and he pulled back and just stared into Cass' bright eyes.
"If my nose weren't still healing I would hope you'd be kissing me right now," Cass said. He didn't even seem nervous with saying it. He just spoke it out and looked at Dean for response.
"Oh, I totally would be kissing you right now." Dean doesn't even think about what he's saying. He just says it, and he knows its somehow the right thing. "I'd probably get a little grabby too."
"Dean!" Cass' jokingly exclaimed and pushed Dean away.
"What? I thought our new policy was frank and open."
"You are too much," Cass said.
"Says the one who just declared he wants me."
"Don't make fun."
"Oh, I'm most definitely not making fun. Makes me just want to kiss you even more."
"Well you still have a couple more bruise colors to wait until that's in the cards."
Dean smiled and then had a thought that made his heart race. But this place was making him feel confident.
"Or, I could try something…"
"What?" Cass asked.
"Don't freak out on me."
Dean had only ever done this as a dare once at camp. He leaned in to Cass, but instead of going for his lips, he kissed his cheek, and then his jaw, then his neck. He was too giddy about what was happening to even feel any nerves. Cass' turning to give him more access to his neck was also a good sign that all was being received well. He pulled back for a moment. Cass' eyes were closed and he slowly opened them and looked at Dean.
"Like, no like?" Dean asked.
"Like. I like, for sure."
Dean felt the smile spread across his face. Cass looked flushed and then quietly joined in with a small laugh.
A buzz emanating from Cass' pocket brought them back to reality.
"Michael?" Dean asked.
"Yep, he'll be back in about twenty minutes, so we should head out in ten."
"Ten minutes, huh."
Cass smiled cheekily, shifted over on the rock, tilted his head, and pointed at the other side of his neck.
Hope this fills your hearts with some serious Destiel feels. It was really fun to tap into this playful side of both of them. I like the idea of Cass wanting to create his own memories for Big Rock. I'm not sure if I'll ever have them go back to the place in the story. It might be mentioned perhaps. Who knows though, I might get some inspiration.
If you've made it this far with me, you are a real trooper! You are the reason this is so fun! I hope you've been enjoying the read, and continue to do so with future chapters!
Much love,
~IAmAPurpleLewie