"Dean, the clothes are out here waiting for you on the bed." Castiel zipped up his jeans, while Dean dried himself off from his shower in the bathroom.
Castiel bent down to pick up his shirt from the bed when the bathroom door swung open.
"Oh no, no." Dean held Cas's arm just fingertips away from the shirt. He was donned in just a towel around his waist, adorned with water dripping from his hair and sliding down the curvatures of his muscles.
Dean slid his fingers up Cas's arm and then down around his pecks and abs. Being careful to touch each and every inch of skin exposed. Cas responded by pushing his fingers through Dean's wet hair. His other hand rested on Dean's right bicep.
Dean's hands had found their way to the belt loops in Cas's jeans and he pulled Cas flat up against him. He got his face right next to Cas's and they breathed in front of each other's mouths. Both open and needy. Cas was the one who closed the gap, not being able to resist any longer. Tongues swirled, mouths clashed, fingers dug into skin, and jeans and towel rutted.
Pulling back Cas took a breath, "We have to get ready for our pictures. Get dressed the photographer will be here in about," He glanced down at the alarm clock sitting on the night stand, "Half an hour."
"Oh, you mean our engagement photographs?" Dean raised one eyebrow and smirked. Then he exhaled and the corners of his lips went up, "I can't believe we're engaged." He flopped onto the bed and placed his hands on his forehead. "We're getting married. I'm marrying Cas." Now, Dean, the usually oh so stoic Dean, was in a fit of giggles. "Castiel Winchester. I can't wait. Can you?" All of a sudden, Dean sat straight up and faced Castiel who was finally pulling his shirt over his head.
"Nope. If I could have it my way we would be getting married right now. And then I could officially call you husband. Ooh how many more days now?"
"Only 125 after today."
Cas groaned, "Too many." He grabbed the towel from around Dean's waist and used it to ruffle Dean's hair in an attempt to get it as dry as possible.
"Shouldn't we be wearing like dress pants and shirts? Why jeans?" Dean moaned slightly at having his hair tussled around.
"I want the pictures to have more of a natural feel." Cas picked up the shirt, jeans and boxers off of the bed to the side of Dean and handed them to him.
"So, your brother thought it would be a good idea to set up the Impala here. He mentioned that this road just leads down to the salvage yard, so people won't be driving here. Also, the lighting is really nice here." Quinn, the perky petit photographer, told Dean and Cas of the positioning of the car when they finally walked out of the house.
"Sounds good to me." Dean said, grabbing onto Cas's hand. For being incredibly gorgeous Dean was fairly camera shy. He wasn't all too excited to pose for a pretty picture, but Cas's hand provided comfort for Dean and he relished in it.
"You two look so adorable holding hands. So, maybe first you two want to do some cute shots inside the car?"
"Sure." Cas smiled. Quinn led Dean into the passenger seat and Cas into the back seat. With both the windows rolled down the two practically hung their heads out of the window to look at each other for the picture. They both couldn't help but think the pose looked strange. Dean made his eyes go wide at Cas, just to show that he truly felt ridiculous. Cas responded by offering a forced smile to encourage Dean to go along with it.
"Hmm, this doesn't seem to be working. Maybe outside of the car shots would be better."
"Yeah, maybe." Dean agreed, thankful to get out of the awkward position.
"Okay, say it's a Saturday night and you guys are out at a party. How would you stand with each other?"
At first they both thought it was a weird question, but obliged and went into their standard couple position. Dean crossed his feet and put his arm around Cas's shoulder. And Cas, being the shorter one put his arm around Dean's back and placed his hand on his hip, his head fell comfortingly on Dean's shoulder.
"Agh, adorable." She picked up her camera from around her neck and started snapping shots from different angles.
"Okay new pose. Face towards each other and one of you place your hands on the other's face, while the other places their hands on the other's hips."
Dean gently held Castiel's face and a natural smile appeared on his lips just by looking at Cas. Cas couldn't help the teeth showing smile that was on his face. A couple clicks were heard in the distance, but really the two were just focused on the other's face. Dean couldn't handle it anymore and brought his lips to Cas's.
An "Oh," could be heard followed by a flurry of clicking of a camera.
For about another hour, Quinn kept trying to get Cas and Dean to be in more posed positions, but the two would get giddy and couldn't stand still or keep their hands off of each other. But in all honesty Quinn loved these photos best, she didn't really have to do much but click the button on her camera.
"Okay, one more pose, guys? I want to try something." They nodded and she led them farther away from the Impala and then faced them towards the Impala and away from the camera. She then began setting up her tripod.
"This is fun. I have to admit I was terrified of taking pictures. I don't really like being on camera."
"You, Dean Winchester?" Cas laughed. "You know come to think of it I don't think I have any pictures of you. Well that's going to change. Especially if you're going to be my husband." That last sentence sent the two into another giggling fit.
Finally catching a breath, Cas grabbed Dean's hand, "I love you, Dean Winchester."
Dean had a soft smile on his face, but his eyes were exploding with awe. That was the first time he had heard Cas say I love you. They always said I need you.
Dean put his mouth near Cas's ear and whispered, "I love you, Cas."
Click, click, click.