You know how you can tell I still own no rights? Cas isn't in that fucking bunker playing house with Dean.
"Aw, shit." Dean cursed as he slid from the back of the chaise he was precariously balancing on in one of the most ridiculous poses so far. Cas chuckled vindictively.
"Your fault for sabotaging my work."
"I was just trying to give something to work with." Dean mumbled as he heaved himself into standing position, the sheets now forgotten on the floor. He didn't pay any attention to it as he made few steps toward Cas, completely exposed.
"You just stay right where you are." his boyfriend shrieked, a hand with the charcoal pointed accusingly at the model. "I would like to finish it today, so maybe I could expect some cooperation." he finished with closed eyes and shoulders slumped in defeat as Dean managed to sneak in front of him and pulled him into an embrace.
"Oh, come on, baby. I'm butt naked here and you looked so professional behind this easel." Dean whined when Cas moved forward, using his weight to push Dean back toward the chaise.
"Work with me here, and I'll make it worth your while." Cas kissed him using it as distraction to maneuver Dean back down.
"We're already at the point of trading favors for sex?" Dean asked, already seated on his previous spot but with his hands still caressing Cas' tights.
"Please..." The painter gave him his best puppy-eye look.
"Playing dirty, aren't we? Well, two can play that game." Said Dean and in one swift move he stretched himself on the furniture, sinking into the cushions, one hand going over the armrest, grazing his stomach with the fingers of the second. He eyed Cas for one moment and then with a wink he turned his head towards the back of the chaise, his neck exposed so deliciously and showing all the skin Cas would like to lick.
He could see Dean's closed eyes, his fucking offending lashes on his cheeks, posture relaxed, feigning sleep. And the hottest thing of all, there were now faint black impressions of fingers on Dean's pectorals from where Cas touched him with charcoal covered palms. Those were taunting the painter, bringing to mind marks of ownership.
Cas sighed heavily before moving to take the sheets from the floor and draping them over Dean's hips, to mimic the way it was pooled there in the mornings. Not long after Dean could hear the furious strokes of the charcoal against the canvas and he had to fight not to give in first, not to take a peak at Cas working.
They were in the room above the garage in the Winchester's house. Or rather Cas' atelier since four weeks ago. Dean converted the space the weekend after the 4th in the after effect of their biggest fight yet...
It all started on Friday after the celebrations, which Cas was spending yet again at Dean's. Thought they had planned to spend the entire weekend together yet again, Cas took his tablet, some projects and photos so he'd be able to do some preliminary evaluations for prospective clients. He managed to start the work, both of them sitting on a couch, while Dean was catching on his favorite show.
Too soon Dean became distracted from the re-run and focused on his boyfriend. Which Cas would welcome in any other situation but he was seriously behind his schedule and didn't want anything to disrupt his working trance. So with the sweet, parting kiss he disentangled himself from the pile of limbs and moved his working area to the kitchen. He was yet again loosing himself in his work when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"Dean..." Cas reprimanded him. "I really wish to finish this before the evening."
"Don't mind me..." Dean answered, too innocent for Castiel's liking. "I was just going to whip us some chow. And you can objectify me from every angle now."
"I'd love to, but I do have to work every once in a while." Dean's smile faltered. "But you stay here, I'm gonna take that to the bedroom." He gathered his things again and left quickly.
This time it took Dean whole ten minutes before he stormed into the room and sat on the bed. Cas just sighed and put aside his work to look at the other man.
"Is anything the matter, Dean?"
"You tell me. You can't even spend a fucking quarter of an hour in a room with me?"
"What are you talking about? I enjoy your company. I just needed to work. Could you please give me some time alone?" Cas pleased, managing to maintain his calm despite the growing irritation.
"No, Cas, I'm not moving before you tell me what's the matter." Dean demanded with unnecessary, for Cas' liking, anger. He other man didn't want them to start arguing so he quickly stood up and moved to leave the room.
"I'm gonna go after you." he heard and that seemed to destroy the collected manner he managed to behave with. He spun around, grabbed his overnight bag at stormed to the garage where his car, left by Anna, was parked. His things were thrown inside, Cas already behind the wheel when Dean reached the entrance and started closing the entrance.
„Dean, open the door!"
„No way, Cas. Not before we talk."
„See, this is exactly what I'm this all is about. We hang out at your place, so there's no way for me to avoid doing things the way you want it."
„It's... not..." Dean stuttered, shocked. „like this, Cas. You know it's not. You can go wherever you please."
„Oh, yeah, and you can go right behind me. What am I gonna do? Lock myself in your bathroom? Hide in your attic?"
„I didn't want you to feel that way"
„Then prove it and open the garage. I'm leaving."
Dean shoulders slumped in defeat as he did what he was asked for. "I really don't want you to go." He spoke in a small voice.
"Well, too bad." Cas barked, already feeling guilty for causing distress to the person he grown to love so deeply, but his frustration won in the end. "Call me when you're ready to include someone else's wishes into your plans." With that he turned on the ignition and drove back to his house.
The drive didn't help him calm his nerves and when he arrived home he went straight to the barn to avoid confrontation and inquiries from his family. Instead he started working on some of the projects to calm his nerves, that were amplified by the fact he wasn't really sure whether he didn't overact.
He worked for few solid hours before he heard the sound of an engine. His first thought – that it was strange Dean took the truck instead of the Impala was followed by a brief panic when he remembered the stuff he left at Dean's and wondered if his boyfriend wanted to return those back – hence the bigger car.
His nerves were calmed down when Dean himself slipped in into the barn with great hesitance, offering Cas a shy smile and hovering by the entrance clearly unsure whether his presence was welcomed. Cas suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Dean might pissed him off but he was always welcomed. So Castiel offered him an encouraging smile and held out his hand. Dean went willingly and held Cas close, none of them saying anything.
After some amount of time Dean pulled them apart and looked at the shorter man.
"I'm sorry, I've acted like a jerk. And you were right."
"It's OK. I didn't handle it very good as well. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
"Come with me," Dean said as he tugged Cas' hand. "I wanna show you something."
"But I really need to finish it, Dean."
"Take it. I brought my truck... Just, give me an hour, then I'll leave you to it."
The ride back was quite pleasant, yet still a little bit tensed. When they arrived back, Dean parked in the garage and went to open the door. But they didn't go into the house, but through the staircase that lead above the garage to the fourth room in the house. Cas was there only once since Dean mostly used it for storage.
It seemed that not any more, because the room was now mostly bare apart for an old chaise, an empty book case, couple of stools and an easel and a few of Cas' work equipments he left the last time he used Dean's workshop. Those were put into a big chest with compartments. The large french windows that occupied one whole wall and the windows on two other walls were covered with thick navy blue drapes that allowed to adjust the amount of light coming into the room. There was also a table next to the windowless wall where Cas could see plenty of small accessories, vases, decorative objects and all the books about art he knew Dean had in his library.
"Dean? What's all this?"
"I gave a lot of thought to the stuff you've said, you know, about not having a space you can lock yourself away."
"I didn't mean it that way. I don't want to be away."
"Well," Dean rubbed the back of his neck, the uneasiness clear in his movements. "Even so, I think it's a valid point. That's why I wanted to give you your space." Dean breathed deeply and continued. "So, I wanted to prepare this room for you. You can work here or read or whatever and I won't enter without an invitation."
"But..." Cas was so overwhelmed he didn't know what to ask. What about Dean? Where will his sanctuary be? How did he came up with the idea? Won't he mind Cas using this space?
"I thought I could take the shed behind the house for myself." Dean grinned as if he'd heard Cas inner turmoil. That way we could have our own spaces without having to drive away."
"Yeah, sorry about that..."
"Don't be." Dean answered his voice lighter than before. "I get it now. Just tell me you accept."
"Dean..." Cas wind his arms around his boyfriend so his palms were settled against Dean's neck. "Of course I do. It's wonderful. It's just..."
"What?"
"You do so many wonderful things for me. How will I ever give you back an ounce of it?"
"I'm sure you will think of something." Dean grinned again, this time wolfishly, his hands settling on Cas' ass.
Cas huffed. "Not what I meant, but I don't see a harm in trying." He mused teasingly.
… Cas took to working at Dean's like duck to water. He spent longer periods of time at Dean's place now, apart from times he needed some bigger equipment from his barn. And even then he sometimes used Dean's workshop to do the task he needed. Especially that he'd grown to like the atmosphere that came with working surrounded by people better than alone time.
So it was totally normal by now that he was at Dean's on Wednesday, July 31th, having coaxed his boyfriend to pose for him. He even managed to convince him they should go to City Hall to witness the first legal same-sex marriage ceremonies in the State. But first he wanted to finish the charcoal drawing of this beloved body.
"Why do we have to go there? None of the people we know are getting married." Dean tried his luck again as they climbed into the Impala. They were heading to the City Hall where the first homosexual couples would officially tie the knot, on the day the same-sex marriage became legal.
"Because this in an important step for homosexual community in our state, and we, as representatives should be there to participate."
"Couldn't we just watch the coverage? And since when you decide where do we go?"
"Since the last time you were deciding you took us to a gay bar and I had to watch that girl hit on you. At a gay bar!"
"Oh, come on. Like I would have go for that when I have you." At that Cas blushed. "Plus it was the lamest pick-up line ever." Dean snorted in derision at a memory of a girl proposing she'd let Dean check if he wasn't straight after all. Also, he had bigger problems at the time. "It was nothing comparing to the line of guys throwing hungry looks your way."
Dean had to basically sit on his hands to stop himself from throwing Cas on the nearest table and fucking him in a display of ownership. The only thing that stopped him from going with that was the thought of other guys seeing his boyfriend in a state that was solely for Dean's pleasure. Forever, if he had a say in it.
"I take no responsibility. Again, your idea."
"Whatever. OK." When Dean thought about it, it was a better settings. Most of the gay guys would be occupied by their significant others and women wouldn't pay attention to them anyway. The festivities started on Wednesday night when the public was allowed in, but the weddings could be held only after midnight. Dean argued they could just swing by at any time later, bu Cas, freak that he was, insisted on being punctual. Which ended up to be a great idea cause they didn't have to seat on the stairs but found a perfect place in one of the higher balconies, where they could observe, but, as Cas pointed out, wouldn't interfere on other's special day. Dean might love him a little bit more for that.
If Dean thought the celebrations wouldn't affect him he was now corrected in his assumptions pretty quickly. When they entered he though it would be mostly young pairs, people his age tying the knot. He had to revise that pretty quickly when he saw people lining for the ceremony. The people standing there were ofter the age of his parents or even older. His stomach knotted slightly when he saw a pair's wedding witnessed by their adult children. More than one. He sat there rigidly thinking about all the things that were denied to those people for all those years. He looked at Cas who watched the event beatifically, his eyes shining with happiness and pride, their hands clasped together.
By 2.00 a.m. the crowd started to scarce not that Dean noticed. For the last half an hour he was trying to keep his tongue at bay, trying not to go through verbal diarrhea in the hall full of people. His will wavered every time Cas looked at him like Dean was the source of his fucking joy and satisfaction. And with slight worry for the last fifteen minutes when Dean started furrowing as his internal monologue progressed.
"Dean, are you OK?" Cas asked worry obvious in his voice.
"Yeah, why?"
"Cause you're trying to crush my hand in your clutch." Cas said and he covered their clasped hands with his other.
"Yeah, it..." he said as he motioned towards the weddings. "...just got me thinking."
"Yeah?"
"You remember when you said you want to do something that would make me happy?"
"Which time?" Cas joked bitterly, acknowledging all the times Dean did something amazing for him.
"I thought of something you could do."
"Anything."
"I want you to move in with me."
"What? Dean, where is this coming from? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. And it's coming from the fact that those people there were denied something as basic as sharing their life as wedded couple. I want all of it with you. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually I want to share my whole life with you. And I know we've known together for like four months, but it feels longer than that."
"Gee, thanks." Cas tried to unload the atmosphere a little bit.
"Or we could buy a new place if you don't like mine. Just..." Dean thought of it a little bit. "If you're serious about us I don't want to wait."
"Dean... you don't have to talk me into it. It's not as if it would be a chore for me." Cas gave him a brilliant smile. "I love you and I can't think of anything better than living together. And I like your home a lot." He said cupping Dean's cheek.
"Good." Dean breathed. "Good." He repeated and tried to focus on the couples below them. Cas didn't give him a chance when he leaned in and whispered into his ear, grazing the shell.
"I'm done here. But I think there's a wall with your name in our living room."
And Dean jumped as if he was on fire and basically dragged Cas out of the building. And into the car.
"Maybe we could make dinner for our families and tell them then." Cas mussed quickly when they burst into the garage and through the entrance to the house.
"We could. But you have to keep away from sharp knives. You've almost cut off my dangling bits the last time" Dean said as he pressed Cas next to the door, the very place they've started their first time.
"I so did not."
"You almost did. And Julian and Tessa were already back in the UK, so there would be no one to reattach a guy's penis"
"Wouldn't work anyway." Cas mumbled, too focused on the ministrations to his neck to pay attention to his phrasing. "None of them specializes in microsurgery."
Dean on the other hand did and bit the man's collar bone in retaliation. "Oh, you're going down for that. And while you there, you can see there's nothing micro about me." He said pushing down lightly on the man's shoulders. Cas obliged and sunk to his knees nuzzling Dean's crotch.
"Where do you want to me to take you first." Cas mumbled. "On our carpet? Here, against the wall? Or in our bed?" He asked grazing his teeth on the rim of Dean's trousers, nuzzling the skin above.
"Wall," Dean gasped and almost came when he saw Cas opening his zipper with his teeth "Please, baby, just..."
"Don't worry, Dean..." Cas said, puffs of air warm against Dean's clad erection. "I'm gonna take good care of you from now on. Do you wanna know what I'll do to you?"
"Y-yes..."
"I'm gonna lie you on a carpet and spread you open until you..." he was interrupted by the ring-tone blaring from Dean's pocket. "But first you need to deal with anyone who's interrupting us. Want you only for myself." Cas finished, his voice full of authority.
"You better be on fire, Sammy." He growled into the phone, feeling the slight pressure on his upper thigh from where Cas rested his chin on it, looking up with those too innocent eyes for his current position. That teasing asshat.
Cas observed as Dean's whole posture changed at Sam's words. He ended the call quickly with words of encouragement.
"No dice, beautiful. We need to go."
"What is it? Where do we have to go?"
"Hospital. Cockblocker junior is coming." Dean almost cried when Cas huffed and zipped his trousers back.
So that's that.
Yup, I did it.
Thanks to all who read and took time to review my story. I had a blast writing it and it felt really nice to know you enjoyed it as well.
I always intended to finish in this place, so don't think you're missing on something cause I might grew bored. That was my cockblocking plan all along.
As always, sorry for all the mistakes, I tried not to butcher your language too much. And thanks to all who took the time to point some mistakes.
And of course congratulations to Minnesota for legalizing same-sex marriages.
