AN: Thanks Alouette for the kind thoughts. I keep writing this even when I should do responsible things too. Master's daughter, I totally stressed about the pie scene. Every Dean story needs to include a pie scene. Mummabro, Cas and Bobby are readers, and in my opinion, readers are an observant bunch. Thanks for noticing the little things. Lastly, taytay127, glad you want to keep living in the little world I have going here. Hope you all enjoy the new chapter.
Bobby said his good nights and mounted the stairs for his room. Cas walked over to the piano and sat down. He ran his fingers over the keys and lightly plunked down a soft melody. Dean sat on the couch opposite him and watched. "What are you thinking?" Dean asked.
"Why do you ask?" Cas looked over at him, then he returned his gaze to the keys.
"You've been quiet ever since we left Sam's. Just seems like something is on your mind." Dean pushed off the couch and came over to the piano. He leaned against the side of it and stared down at Cas.
"You keep giving me a lot to think about," Cas said. His fingers moved along the keys forming a new melody. He decided to play Imagine. It was one that he could play quietly and from memory. "I talked with Sam earlier, and he made me realize some things. I think that you and I are rather similar."
"God, I hope not." Dean said as he eased onto the piano bench alongside Cas. Their legs pressed against each other as Cas played. "I would like to think that you are doing a little better than me."
"You are your own worst critic. I think that you are fine." Cas smiled over at him.
"This is Imagine, right?" Dean asked as he looked down at Cas' hands.
In answer Cas began to sing the lyrics while playing. He kept his voice low, so as not to disturb Bobby even though it was highly unlikely that Bobby was asleep. He kept playing through the verse and Dean kept staring at him. He leaned closer to Dean as he continued to play. Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye, a movement at the top of the stairs. He chose not to look up. He made a conscious effort to keep his eyes on the keys. Dean's hand went up to his cheek then and he lifted Cas' face up. He rubbed his thumb back and forth along Cas' jawline. Cas sang the last verse toward him, and ended the song with the final lines drowning out into Dean's mouth.
It was a soft kiss that deepened a little as Cas opened his mouth to Dean. He felt Dean's hand come back to his neck pulling him in closer. Cas opened his eyes a little and noticed how Dean's were closed. He also moved his gaze to the stairs and saw that they were empty. Maybe I just imagined it. But he knew that he didn't. He knew that Bobby had been there, and he did nothing to stop Dean. He wanted Bobby to know. He wanted Dean to have to deal with this. The sooner he dealt with his fears, the sooner he could be comfortable with everything else. If only it were that simple. He closed his eyes again and pressed his hands against Dean's chest. He moved his hands up to Dean's neck.
Dean broke away first. "You aren't holding up your end of the bargain, Cas." Dean said with a wry grin.
"I don't remember any bargain. Refresh my memory." He swooped back to Dean's mouth and pressed a kiss into him.
Dean leaned back again. "We are supposed to be keeping ourselves in check." Dean brushed Cas' hand with his.
"I can only do so much, Dean. I mean really, I was just minding my own business here, playing the piano, when you started getting all handsy." Cas smiled at him.
Dean chuckled a little. "Don't pretend that you are all innocent. You totally made that happen." Dean started to get up, but then he turned back to Cas instead. "Sometimes I wonder if you do know the effect that you have."
"So, are you saying that all I have to do is sing a little and suddenly you are unable to control yourself?" Cas quirked up a half smile at him, while considering the songs in his repertoire.
"It isn't even the songs. It is just you. Although, I do like your voice. It's warm. When you sing, or talk I feel like nothing else matters, like everything just stops." Dean looked away then clearly embarrassed by the sharing.
"I thought that you said that you weren't good at the words thing. Clearly, you lie." Cas kissed him then and could not bring himself to let go. Dean didn't break the kiss right away, but when he did Cas could see the effort that it took. "Dean, I swear if you don't come to my bed tonight, it will kill me. I need you. I need you to be there."
"I need you too, Cas." Dean stood though. Cas got up too. "Bobby can't know, so we gotta keep it PG. You okay with that?"
"PG-13 with a hint at R and you have yourself a deal." Cas took his hand as he started to move toward the stairs.
"PG-13 and that is my final offer." Dean raised a finger to Cas' lips and shushed Cas before he could protest. Cas chose to comply. They made their way up the stairs then hand in hand. Dean opened the door to Cas' room and they went in silently. Cas felt his heart thumping hard against his chest as Dean pulled him in and pressed the door closed behind him in a way that made Cas think, R.
Review, Fav., Follow. So this one was a little short, but I can't give you 2-3k everyday;) Hopefully, this still provided enough in just under 1k. The next chapter is longer, has Dean, Cas, and Bobby in it, plus plenty of exposition. Good times. 'Till then.