Pleasure My Angel World: Part 5
They had walked into their room and immediately Dean dropped onto the bed, burying his face into the pillows. "It's so freaking soft." He droned into the plush, silky material below him. Cas chuckled and sat down to rest by the window, staring out at the yard and landscape around them.
"These people really know how to live, huh?" He muttered mostly to himself, not really caring if Dean answered or not.
"I suppose," Dean sat up and smiled over at Cas. "I'm pretty happy with how we're doing it."
Castiel looked at him briefly with a smile of his own before turning back to the scenery below. It was an amazing view and truth be told, despite having seen so much already, Cas still enjoyed a good view. He smiled quietly to himself as he turned back to see Dean snuggling into the blankets. "Things have gone well for us so far," He said softly, getting up and walking over to the empty side of the bed. He hadn't shared a bed with Dean in centuries, Cas couldn't help but hesitate.
Dean hadn't missed Cas' behaviour, though. It was nervous, scared, excited, and a number of other little things Dean didn't care to identify. "What makes you say that?" He wanted to help Cas relax but not bombard him with 'I know you're worried' and crap like that. Instead he humoured the conversation.
"No one's died." Castiel said simply, daring to sit on the edge of the bed. He stared longingly at the pillow for a moment to collect his thoughts. He looked sad, like he always fucking did when thinking about his dead husband and it was driving Dean insane. He wanted to help, he wanted to make it all better and throw out all the problems he'd ever seen on Castiel's face. But he couldn't think of a damn thing to make it go away. He felt his limbs go tense for a moment as he watched Cas' features shift through countless emotions, he couldn't take it, hearing Cas think like that. Dean reached over and pulled Castiel into the bed next to him, holding Cas close and firm against him.
"Calm down, okay?" He whispered into the back of Castiel's head, closing his eyes against the soft, dark hair.
Cas shook a little; unable to pull away, not that he'd tried. He curled in on himself as Dean wrapped him up, "I'm sorry." He squeaked out the words like they were trying to stay in his throat. "I just..."
"You can't help it, I know." Dean gently massaged Castiel's side, petting down from his shoulder to his hip and back again. "You really loved him, after all this time you haven't stopped." Dean sighed softly and gave a light kiss to Castiel's neck.
"Does it bother you?" Cas' voice was barely audible as he swallowed past a growing lump in his throat.
"Not even a little." Dean continued to trail gentle kisses along Castiel's neck and shoulder, soft and unintrusive to keep the hormones and innuendos out of the mix. The last thing he wanted was to set Castiel off in a bad way. "It actually makes me love you more."
Cas relaxed a little and uncurled from his little ball. He turned his head and looked over Dean's face carefully. "Why?"
"It shows me how much you care, how deeply you can and I want nothing more than for that love to be mine."
Cas felt a warm tingling in his limbs and a familiar sting behind his eyes, "Dean..." He whispered hoarsely, rolling over to face Dean directly. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and buried his face against the man who had done more for him than he'd ever thought possible. "It is." He managed to say it, to give Dean something he'd been choking on for what felt like forever. "I've been thinking about this, us, a lot. I've fought with myself over it for a while now."
Dean lifted Cas' face up so he could see it, "Fighting over it?"
"Yes," Cas swallowed again and laughed quietly, "I've had nightmares about him, he says things like 'how dare you forget me' and that I never loved him. I know why it's happening, it's because I've been letting it go. I'm falling in love again." Cas' lower lip trembled as he smiled up at Dean, "My memory of him is fighting me because I feel guilty, like I should never love another because it means betrayal. But that isn't true, I know that."
Dean recognized when Castiel was babbling but he didn't quite want to stop it just yet. Cas tended to let things out this way, to vent and eventually feel better about it. Dean didn't see any signs of a mental breakdown so he let Castiel breathe and find his footing again. "So your own mind is fighting back," he exhaled slowly and ran a hand through Cas' hair, carefully stroking it back. "How are the nightmares now?"
"Easier," Cas sighed and closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy Dean's touch. "I'm sorry if this is all too much for you."
"Not at all, Cas. Even if it were," Dean kissed Castiel's cheek and smiled at the little blush that bloomed there, "You'd be worth it."
Castiel laughed softly and leaned up to kiss Dean on the lips, holding it for as long as he could manage. Dean's arms felt stronger as they pulled in against each other, the air around them felt easier to breathe the closer they were, and Castiel knew he could just as easily lose time with this man. Dean didn't want the embrace end, melting into Castiel's kiss like it was life sustaining and all he'd ever need until the end of his days. However they couldn't keep it up forever, breathing did get a little heavier the longer their lips were locked. They pulled back, barely enough space for a real breath, looking into one another's eyes as they gasped. Skin still brushing over the other, eyes refusing to look away, Dean could feel it; deep in his core he could feel that Castiel was the one. It didn't matter what destiny said or the celestials telling him they were partners. Dean could see it all on his own and that's what really mattered.
"I love you, Cas." He wished there were stronger words for it but seeing Castiel's face he knew his partner could see it.
"I love you too, Dean. Forever."
They took to kissing again, an action they felt necessary, something neither wanted to stop. Their hands brushed over each other's bodies but nothing more than a subtle exploring touch. A passionate and moving make-out session that dissolved and slowed down in the twilight, it led to them sleeping nose-to-nose and wrapped in the arms of someone who loved them.
Commotion downstairs, loud speaking and laughter echoing throughout the halls, it was an unusual sound that startled them awake. Dean shifted in the bed, unused to sleeping with someone else and accidentally shoved Castiel nearly off the bed. Cas flinched and latched onto the sheets, luckily for him the other half was under Dean and acted as an anchor. He would have been angry about it but instead he crawled back into his spot and tried to nest there again. No luck for him that morning, Dean stretched out and as easily as knocking a poodle off the bed Castiel fell over the edge.
"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, glaring up at Dean's face that had appeared, shocked and completely startled at Castiel's outburst.
"What're you doing down there?" Dean asked sleepily, getting over his own sudden shock into waking.
"You knocked me off the bed, you asshole." Cas growled, swatting up at his partner who easily moved aside to dodge it.
"You should've held on tighter." Dean didn't skip a beat as he reached down to help Cas up.
Castiel tried to remain angry as his chest shook with laughter, "Shut up, dick." He took Dean's hand but instead of pulling himself up he yanked Dean down, the other priest tumbling and landing on him with a thud.
"Bitch!" Dean cried, grabbing a pillow and smacking Cas with it.
Downstairs Jet sat at the breakfast table with most of the other world group. He smiled at the family feeling the place held, like it was in a constant state of family gathering (and not the sucky kind). Castiel and Dean had an adorable dynamic together; the 'old married couple' fights they got into, all the way to their sweet loving moments, and everything in between. He loved seeing it. It was like a little light at the end of the tunnel, seeing what it could be like when everything was over. Granted it felt like it had just begun, there were countless worlds out there in need of cleansing and really Jet didn't see an end in sight.
Sam walked over and sat next to him, a long and drawn out yawn activating its contagious effect and causing a few others to do the same. "Morning." He rubbed at his eyes and slumped back in his chair.
Jet looked at him and rolled his eyes, "Sleep at all?"
"A bit." Sam smirked at him, "Got at least five hours, don't worry about it."
"Well that's actually not so bad," Castiel grinned from beside his husband as some others Sam and Jet didn't recognize set the table for breakfast. "Sleepless nights can make some of the best memories."
"Well it's not like I was partying." Sam furrowed his brow and looked down at the coffee poured for him.
The other Sam looked him over a moment before deciding on anything to say, "Sleepless nights can also be the nights you get the most work done. Did you find anything important out?"
"I did, actually." Sam and Jet exchanged a glance briefly, and though Cas wanted to infer that they'd done a little relationship discovery he could tell by their faces that that couldn't possibly have been the case.
"Like what?" He asked anyway, hoping maybe they were just too tired to show some kind of excitement over something.
"Like our mission is a lot messier than we thought." Jet took a sip from his coffee, letting his finger trace the polished material of the mug as he put it back down. "But don't let Dean and Cas know about it, okay? We'll tell them when our little vacation's over."
"You have my word," Cas nodded, glancing up toward the entrance as Tommy wandered in, bedhead and all. "My god, you woke up before two in the afternoon." He gasped playfully; cracking up at the glare his son gave him.
"You're one to talk, mom."
Jet chuckled, "Still not used to that."
Castiel smiled, "A lot of people seem to find it weird. I don't really care though, I like it." He ruffled up Tommy's hair as the young man walked by, furthering the angry look on his face. "Come on, don't be so sour about it. Today's a happy day."
"I'm working on it, give me like an hour and I'll be fine." Tommy groaned as he sat down, moving aside to let someone reach past him to put a plate down. "Thanks Auntie Bela." He yawned again, covering his mouth with the back of his hand
"You're welcome," She smiled and messed up his hair as well, giggling when he made the grumpiest sound.
Sam raised an eyebrow and looked over at his older self, 'Auntie' meant that she was either a sister to the other Castiel or, more likely, she was married to Dean's brother. "You're married?" He asked, his older self-turning to look at him.
"Yes I am, this is Bela and our son will be down shortly."
"Son...?" Sam repeated it a little awkwardly, "You have kids too?" He tried to ignore Jet's snickering but it was kind of hard when the other male was jabbing him in the side with a finger.
"His name's Charlie," The other Sam nodded, glancing up toward the stairs hoping maybe his kid would make an on cue appearance. No such luck of course. "Tommy's age, a few months younger."
"That's kind of crazy," Jet leaned back in his chair, an unmistakable smirk on his face, "Did you guys plan to have kids at the same time?"
"Actually it was a surprise on both parts," Cas laughed, "I wasn't human at the time and we didn't know I was fertile, and Bela just didn't tell Sam for a while."
"Weird coincidences." Sam muttered, fidgeting with the tablecloth.
"Kind of." Dean chuckled, wrapping his arm around Castiel, "Difficult period for us, I think."
"Just a bit." Cas leaned up and kissed his husband's cheek, "Nothing we couldn't handle though."
"Morning," a new voice called as he entered the room.
"Hey Charlie," Tommy yawned again, earning himself a smack from Castiel.
"Would you stop that?"
Sam looked over at the young man entering and going to his cousin's side, shaggy brown hair, taller than Tommy, and actually very attractive. Sam looked at Bela again, she was very pretty and he had to say her accent was cute. But he didn't know her; it was difficult to say whether or not he'd like her. Apparently he was flexible with whom he liked, Gabriel and now this Bela lady. Dean always seemed to end up with Castiel, like some kind of sign pointing them in the right direction. Sam couldn't help but wonder if that meant he wasn't meant for anyone or if he had more room to breathe. It didn't really matter, not as long as Dean and Castiel liked one another anyway.
Charlie looked over at the dimension traveller, immediately noticing the youthful image of his father's look-alike. Neither of them really felt the need to speak to one another though, they both knew that they weren't actually related and there was nothing between them. Charlie mostly looked for his own curiosity, what his father looked like around his age. Sam was looking for a similar reason, just to see the possibility of what his kid would look like.
"Good morning," Dean and Castiel emerged together, both priests smiling a little, very close to one another.
"Hey," Jet looked them over quickly; he nodded a little and turned to Sam with a shrug. "Not tonight."
Sam chuckled and grinned at his brother, "How'd you guys sleep?"
"Surprisingly well," Castiel sighed happily, sitting next to Sam, leaving a space empty for Dean to sit next to a stranger. "Yourself?"
"I got a few hours." Sam smiled, he wanted to talk about what he'd read already but he knew better. If he mentioned 'I'll tell you later' he'd get the demand from both Castiel and Dean to tell them immediately. Jet would also give him a good jab in the side for it, so he decided it was best not to even try. "Too excited about today I guess."
Cas' eyes scanned over his face and Sam felt the weirdest sense that his lie hadn't worked. Cas always had something about him, like he knew Sam better than Sam ever could know about himself. But all the same Castiel knew when to back off and not call him on it. "I get like that too, sometimes."
Dean, oblivious to his brother's avoiding commentary, clapped his hands in excitement for the breakfast spread. "Seriously? Before the beach? Not that I'm complaining, this looks awesome!"
"Well there are sports to play, sand castles to make, you don't have to swim immediately." Cas, the performer, all but rolled his eyes at the priest. "And you're welcome." he looked over at his counterpart, "Are all Dean's pigs with food?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"Hey!" Both Dean's protested then looked at each other, not sure if they should stop while they were slightly ahead or to dig themselves deeper and continue the argument. Logic won out and they decided to shut up, not that either of them really identified with being a pig.
"Alright everyone, dig in. Sooner we finish eating the sooner we can get this day on the road." Castiel clapped his hands and the meal officially started. Morning chatter and discussions filling the room immediately, the dimension travellers all looking slightly surprised at the notion. Sitting down to a meal with family seemed strange to them and yet it looked so natural. And such a big group of people seated together without an argument in sight. Sure there were the odd insults here and there but they were evidently made in good fun.
Sam and Dean looked at one another, smiles etched onto their faces as they took in the scene before them. The four of them together seeing such a big family meal, it felt right and sat like a little beacon of hope for them; one day they'd be doing things like this on their own, with their own friends and family among them. It was a nice thought.