After their impromptu walk, Dean took his little brother out for ice cream. They ate slowly in the shop before Dean drove them home- their mom was waiting with dinner. So Dean ended up eating with them. For some reason- maybe because it was still so new to him, maybe because he wasn't sure what to call it- he didn't tell Mary about the change in he and Cas's relationship. He joked with his family as they all ignored the large purple elephant in the room and helped clean up afterwards. When he finally went home, a tupperware full of leftovers tucked under his arm, it was well after dark.
The first thing Dean noticed upon entering the house was that it was dark- usually Cas would leave a light or two on. Once he flicked on the living room light, he noticed something else- the house was a mess, and he could faintly hear pounding music coming from the direction of he and Cas's bedroom. The couch cushions were scattered across the room, the TV smashed. The walls were bare, the bookshelf had been toppled, coffee table overturned. All the lamps were smashed, and the photos on the tables had been knocked to the floor.
"Cas?" He called out tentatively, closing the door behind him. "Are you home?" There was no answer, so Dean began making his way further into the house, carefully skirting broken glass from a shattered mirror. Dean slowly made his way down the hall to the bedroom, music growing steadily louder as he approached. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Cas!" he shouted, banging on the wood. "You in there?" The music halted abruptly.
"Dean? Is that you?" Cas's voice was soft, but definitely there.
"Yeah, Cas. Lemmie in."
"Is it... is it just you?" Dean glanced around.
"Yeah, Cas. It's just me. Open the door." A few moments passed in silence before the lock clicked softly.
"It's open." Dean slowly opened the door, and was immediately assaulted by Cas. The author flung himself into the green-eyed man's arms, burying his face in the other's neck.
"Shh, it's okay." Dean rubbed Cas's back soothingly, and the writer promptly burst into tears. Dean maneuvered them carefully until they were both on the bed, Cas still wrapped in his arms. The door was left open. For a long time, Dean just soothed the other boy, rubbing his back and cooing gently.
Eventually, Cas calmed down enough to fall into a light sleep, occasionally shifting restlessly. Dean stayed with him, watching and making sure nothing too sinister woke his sleeping angel.
Cas didn't sleep for long- he never did. When he woke up, pleasantly warm, he at first didn't remember what had driven him to such exhaustion, thinking it must have been his prolonged social exposure. When he felt Dean rub his back gently, he remembered, but the situation had lost some of it's terror.
"Wish I coulda called the cops." he murmured into Dean's chest.
"What's that, Cas?" The boy just shook his head, unwilling to repeat himself as he snuggled closer to the furnace that was Dean. "You wanna tell me what happened? Why's the house such a wreck?" Cas sighed- he really was too comfy to talk, but he could tell Dean wouldn't leave him alone until he got the story. He disentangled himself just enough from Dean so his words would be semi-legible, and began to mumble sleepily.
"Eve came over, said she needed to get back with you. Asked where you were. Told her I didn't know. She hit me... said she's wrap you around her finger...again...I came in here...heard crashing... turned on the music to block it out... shoulda called the cops...left my phone in the kitchen."
"Wait... you mean EVE wrecked the house?" Cas nodded slowly, then shrugged.
"'Prolly. Didn't see it. Just," he yawned loudly. "Heard it."
"Okay, Cas. I'm just gonna..." Dean slipped out from under his friend, petting his head gently before pulling his own phone from his pocket- he had several unopened texts, all of which ended up being from Eve. He turned to leave the room to call her, but stopped suddenly- she was standing in the doorway, smiling at him. Instantly, Dean's protective instincts flared up and he ushered her silently from the room, closing the door softly behind him.
"Aww." the blonde pouted. "I brought the Freak his phone." She jiggled Cas's phone in front of Dean's face and he grabbed it, stuffing it into his pocket before dragging her to the front of the house, right out the front door. Once that was safely closed behind the both of them, he exploded.
"What the holy fuck, Eve? What the Hell were you doing? Why in the Hell would you trash Cas's house?" Dean would have gone on for several more minutes, but Eve interrupted him.
"I'm pregnant, Dean. It's yours."
"The fuck do you mean it's mine?" Dean demanded after several long beats of silence. Eve rolled her eyes.
"You know how we had sex, right? Or has Freakazoid," she jerked her head in the general direction of the bedroom. "over there made you forget all about me already?"
"But.. how could it be mine?" Eve shrugged uncaringly.
"Shit happens. So, we're back together. I'm not getting rid of it, and I'm not going through this alone."
Inside, Cas stood up from the bed, blearily rubbing at his eyes. After making his way into the living room he sighed, and started cleaning up. By the time Dean came back in, he was almost done.
"Are you okay?" he asked immediately, seeing his friend's drawn face. When Dean didn't answer, he approached and wrapped his arms around the slightly taller boy's neck. "Dean?" the green-eyed man seemed to wake up and he turned them, pressing Cas against the door forcefully, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss that lasted several minutes.
"Cas..." Dean's voice was rough. "I need you." he tugged helplessly on the other boy's shirt. "Please, I need you Cas." Cas nodded hastily and they made their way quickly to the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went.
A while later, Dean and Cas lay together in the bed, facing each other, just a thin sheet covering their bodies. They were both sweaty and dirty, but neither minded overly much just yet. Their heads were sharing a pillow, their breath intermingling. "Eve's pregnant."