Authors Note: This chapter is a little bit shorter than I wanted it to be. It was going to go through breakfast with the Winchesters, but I decided to make it a different chapter so it wouldn't be as jumbled It's been a pretty hectic week and I hope to have the next chapter up by next Saturday if not sooner. IS ANYONE EXCITED ABOUT THE NEW SEASON IN LIKE 10 DAYS? IM FREAKED AND EXITED. AHHH. I was watching NCIS and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and that got me thinking of a Destiel Cop!AU, sooooo we shall see ;) ON TO THE STORY! PS. I USE OLD SPICE PURE SPORT AND IT SMELLS FREAKIN AMAZING. WHEN I MOVE I CAN SMELL THE YUMMINESS OF IT.
The house was silent when Mary walked in, Sam and John dragging behind her. She looked at her surroundings; there was nothing out of place, no movement, odd. She thought. A memory from earlier in the day reminded her that Dean wasn't feeling well, hence the eerie still of the house.
Disregarding the two men whom have yet to make it in the house, she walked up the stairs. The wood echoing as her shoes hit each step. Deans room was the door in front of the top step, placed for easy leave. He used to get nightmares as a kid; thus making him need a quick escape to burrow in the protection of Mary's arm. A small smile played on her lips at the memory. She placed her ear to the door, making sure he was asleep before she took a peek at his health. What she saw when she opened the door was not what she was expecting.
Dean was not alone in his bed. He had his arm protectively wrapped around Cas' waist and Cas' head under his chin. Cas' arms were trapped between he and Deans' chest. The blanket was messily pulled to their hips, as they hung off the edge of the full sized bed. She looked at the utter disarray of the room; clothes strewn in a semicircle by the edge of the bed, lube bottles carelessly thrown on the floor (one closed and another leaking it's contents) and to make her suspicions valid: an open box of condoms with one foil package open. Her baby and her surrogate baby just had sex.
A small giggle bubbled in Mary's chest. She clasped her hand over her mouth, not wanting to ruin the moment she's witnessing.
"Mom, what are you doing looking in Deans room?" Sam whispered, trying to look around the door.
"Go get your father and I can show you!" She whispered through giggles.
Sam quietly jogged down the stairs to get John. His mind flowed with what could be so interesting in Deans room.
Moments later, he returned with his father. Both of them crowding around the door to the room that Mary was so protectively blocking.
"Hun' what's in Deans room that Sammy dragged me up here for?" John questioned, the door still blocking his view.
"I will let y'all see, as long as y'all stay quite!" She said, pointing an accusing finger at her son and husband. They both raised their hands up in accusation
"Okay.." She whispered, pulling the door open with her index finger covering her smile telling them to stay silent.
John and Sam peaked in the room. Smiles stretching on their faces in amusement and joy. Their eyes raked the room a couple more times before turning back to Mary.
"Did they.." John trailed off, looking back at the room. Specifically the floor.
"Yes, Honey. I believe our little boy was deflowered." She said lovingly with a happy sigh.
"Ew, no. They- they did- what.. I can't deal with this right now. Now I can't not think about whatever they did.." Sam said, waving his arm in the general direction of Dean and Cas. His face scrunching up to the thought.
"One thing's for sure.." John said with a toothy smile.
"What?" Mary and Sam asked in usion.
"I would have never thought of Dean as a cuddler!" He said, stifling his laughter behind his hand.
Both Mary and Sam nodded in usion. They closed Deans door and left to their own rooms, calling it a night.
"You make me feel like i'm livin' a teenage dream the way you turn me on i can't sleep let's runaway and don't ever look back.."
Cas blinked his eyes a couple of times.
He heard Deans soft voice singing him Teenage Dream and felt Deans warm hand rub up and down his bare back. The sun felt nice in the cool room, flowing through the partially opened curtains onto their skin.
He felt bliss. Nothing was better than how he felt now. The events from the night before were sensual and awkward, but genuine. He felt cared for and caressed, even with Dean pounding him into the bed. He knew that was the first of many times. And he knew every time after then he'd feel this same bliss when waking up next to Dean.
"I never took you for a Katy Perry fan." Cas said, voice scratchy from last night and thick with sleep.
"Oh shush, you know you have all her CDs!" Dean laughed, pressing kisses to Cas' head.
They laid there for a while. Basking in each others warmth and bliss. Holding one another, drawing random shapes in the flesh of their lover, laying soft chaste kisses to the warm skin.
I was Dean who finally broke the silence.
"Did you like it last night?"
"You mean you pounding into me with love and making me scream in orgasm?" Cas said bluntly.
"C-cas!" Dean stuttered at his bluntness.
"If you must know, Dean," He said moving to where he was hovering by Deans ear. "I loved the way your fingers were in me, the fingers you use for everyday purpose. I love the way you were so gentle in the beginning, but once you stuck your dick in me and I told you to move you went wild. I loved that wild side, how i could still feel the love you share for me. Oh and when you hit my prostate over and over, total bliss, babe. Then that orgasm, that was almost the best part. The best part was when we were done and you took real good care of me and gave me the shyest kiss in the world. Like you hadn't just thrusted deeply into your boyfriends hole, making him sorer than any 5K would. Does that answer your question if i liked it? Cuz' if not, i can tell you that i fuckin' loved it." He said, misting hot air over Dean's ear.
"Uh-Um.." Dean sputtered, his groin tingling.
"Aw, cat got your tongue Dean?" Cas said, kissing his way down Dean's jaw, to his sternum.
"Cas, stop. Parent are here." Dean groaned, his hands coming up to card through Cas' hair.
"Why, Dean? Something's telling me you like it." He grinned, getting under the covers to straddle Dean's hips.
"Oh, Dean, on last thing."
"Hmm?"
"The next time you fuck me, I want to ride you. Ride you like a cowboy."
"Fuck, Cas!" Dean groaned, his head snapping back onto his pillow.
With that, Cas was up off of Dean's hips. His nude body going to Dean's closet.
"Going to go shower, babe." Cas said, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Tease." Dean muttered, pulling the blankets over his head.
Castiel came back in the room wearing some of Deans clothes. Grey sweatpants that said "Silver High Baseball" on the front right leg and "Winchester" across the butt, and a simple black t-shirt. The clothes drowned him; the sweats hanging low on his hips and the tee making his toned form look much smaller.
Though the clothes drowned him he loved wearing them. They were fit for Dean and smelled like his washing liquid, with a hint of his Old Spice Pure Sport deodorant. He knew Dean loved him in his clothing as well. So why not take every chance he could to put some on?
"Man Bee, you know I love when you wear my clothes." Dean mumbled, raking his eyes up and down Castiel's damp form.
"Babe, I know. That's partially the reason why I wear them." Castiel said, crawling back into the bed to lay on top of Dean. By muscle memory, Dean placed his right had on Cas' hip and carded his left hands fingers through Cas' hair.
"Mmm, I smell like you too, babe." Castiel purred. Rubbing his cheek on Deans chest; sleep falling over him, again.
Dean rolled Cas off of his chest, chuckling when he whined, and tucked him back under the covers. "Go back to sleep for a bit, Angel. Ima' go shower."
"Mkay.." Cas mumbled sleepily, burrowing himself back into the covers. Once again gaining that blissful feel.