Cas strode off of the elevator and was greeted by the smells of a most glorious meal wafting down the hall. He paused in mid-step and hoped that it was coming from his home. As he drew closer, it became more obvious that it was his home that was the culprit. Whatever this is, I can't imagine a better distraction from an otherwise disturbing day. He opened the door then and stepped in.
Dean was setting a table with the nice plates and candles. They weren't lit yet, but the effect was still pleasing. The stove was still in an early stage of bubbling and steaming, it seemed. The smells of it all dancing about the room pulled Cas in from the hall. "Ah, Cas, you got home early. I thought that I would have at least another 30 minutes to get ready." Dean came over to him and helped him shuck his trenchcoat.
'Where's Lil?" Cas looked around the room for tell-tale signs of her form.
"I had Jess pick her up for the evening. Sam said that they could watch her. I hope that was okay. I maybe should have asked first. I could always call him and undo it." Dean was rambling and Cas smiled at his obvious nervousness.
"It's fine, Dean." He leaned over the red sauce and took a deep breath. "This smells like garlicky goodness." Cas smiled over at Dean.
"Here, taste." Dean lifted the spoon to Cas' lips with just a bit of the steaming sauce. Cas tasted it. "What do you think? I made it. None of that jarred stuff."
"I'll be spoiled forever now. It is great." Cas stepped back. "I think that I'll go get changed into something a bit more casual. I'm plenty ready to get out of this thing."
Dean reached over and took his hand before he could leave and said, "I need to kiss you. You left this morning in that suit, looking like some kind of amazing, and it just about wrecked me."
Cas leaned over and gave him a chaste little peck on the cheek and then sauntered away to his room, casting a glance back over his shoulder. Dean looked at him like he was a little disappointed. "What, Dean? Did I let you down?"
"Uh, no. I was just hoping for a little more." He looked back at the food on the stove a little sheepishly.
"Well, let's see how dinner goes. Maybe, if you play your cards right, I might just let you get to second base." He raised his lips into a wry grin and saw that Dean brightened at that.
"Was kinda hoping for a home run if we are going with sports metaphors." Dean stared back at Cas.
"Were you now? We'll have to see about that." Cas turned and entered his room to find that Dean had been at work in here too. He had cleaned and there was a note on his pillow. He picked it up and read it. Cas, I suck at words. So, before we talk over what will hopefully be a successful meal, I want to say, I'm sorry. I will try not to screw this up when I talk later, but at least I think that I got it right here. Anna told me to do it this way. I hope she was right. Anyway, I'm sorry, Cas, please forgive me. Dean-obviously.
He had to smile at the little effort. It was sweet. He pulled open some drawers and rummaged around for a button up shirt that was nice and also casual enough at the same time. He didn't find what he was looking for at first, so he went to the closet and began looking through the hanging clothes. He found a blue-grey shirt just as the sound of music began wafting past the slightly open door. It wasn't Dean's music, the rough rock that he had been subjected to in the truck before. It was the sounds of a softer ballad. He cocked his head to the side to try to place the song. "Ah, Bon Jovi." He whispered out to the empty room. He changed quickly and was back out in the other room before the song had finished.
"So, I am not good at the wine thing. If you want to pick that out, we might have something that actually tastes good with this meal." Dean was busy over the stove. He had lit the candles on the table and turned down the room lights, thus creating an effect that was pleasing. Cas walked over to his wine cabinet and ran his fingers over the various bottles until he reached one from his family's vineyard. He had been saving it. It was one of their pinot noirs. Supposedly, it had won some awards, according to his brother, but who knows. He set it on the counter and retrieved the corkscrew from the drawer to open it up.
He turned to look at Dean behind him and saw that he was already looking at him. "Whatcha staring at?" Cas asked. The flirting tone was shameless. He leaned back against the counter a little and smiled.
"You look nice." He stopped what he was doing then and moved to Cas' personal space. He pressed in close and moved his hands around Cas' waist. "I might burn dinner. You are, as always, very distracting." His voice was a low grumble as he leaned down close to Cas' lips. There was a little space between them. Cas wanted the kiss. Dean did not bridge the gap. He just lingered there a mere fraction of an inch from contact. Cas felt his body responding to Dean's, but he kept his hands on the counter behind him. He realized that he had been holding his breath in anticipation of the kiss that still wasn't happening. Dean stepped back and Cas sucked in a ragged breath then. Dean turned back to the stove like nothing had happened.
"Tease." Cas said as he turned back to the wine.
"Are you complaining? I thought that you wanted to wait until after dinner." Dean's tone was playful. Cas finished opening the bottle and left it to air. He walked up to Dean and ran his hands around his waist then and rested his head on Dean's shoulder while Dean gave the sauce a little stir. He swayed a little to the music while holding him. Dean turned his head a little and kissed him on the forehead. "I hope that you like the music. I had Sammy set me up with a playlist that we put on your stereo. I hand picked the songs and hopefully, he got them all on there."
"So far, so good. I like "Always" and you already knew that I had a soft spot for REO Speedwagon. Will Queen be making an appearance, or "Hey Jude?"
"Maybe. I tried to get all of the lighter ones from karaoke night and some of the stuff that you have shown a liking for since then. I wanted you to see that I have been paying attention." The song ended and the next began. Cas was running his hands down Dean's body a little seductively. He pressed his hands flat to Dean's hips and nuzzled his face into his neck. He kissed him and felt Dean shudder as he moved his lips up to his jawline. "If you keep that up, we will have to skip dinner entirely, which might or might not be a shame at this point." Dean set down the cooking utensil that he was using and gripped the counter as Cas continued to work his lips along Dean's neck. His hands straying down farther, Dean reached up and switched off the stove and turned fully on Cas, slamming their bodies hard against the fridge.
A few items fell but they didn't care. Cas felt Dean press his lips to his. Clothes were coming off rather awkwardly. Dean's fingers fell to work on Cas' barely worn shirt, and Cas pulled at Dean's tee-shirt. Shirts gone, they were back at each other's mouths. Cas' lips felt swollen with the effort. Dean's lips parted and Cas tasted the warm caress of Dean's tongue. He had been craving this comfort. It was his and only his. He wanted Dean. He thought that maybe he had always wanted Dean, even when he didn't know him. This man was so many things that he could never have imagined as his type, yet at the same time he was now the only type he could even imagine. They were slipping down to the floor together, Dean was pressed on top of him running his hands up over his body to his neck. He was carding his fingers through the back of Cas' hair as he let his kisses run down Cas' neck. "God, Dean. I want you."
Dean paused with Cas' words and raised his face to look down at him. "You can have me. Always' Cas." Cas felt his heartbeat stutter at the words. They felt like love. Dean sat up a bit and continued, "I don't deserve you. I'll never deserve you." Cas pulled himself up a little, angling himself closer to Dean's face, willing him to see how much he disagreed. "You make everything that I do matter. I will never want anything as much as I want this." Dean slowly leaned into Cas and kissed him. His hands pulling Cas up closer to him. When he broke away slowly, Cas could see love in Dean. "Everything that I do from this day forward, is going to be for you, for us. You are it for me, Cas. Just you, always." There was more than the words floating between them and Cas felt it too. He may not have said that he loved Cas, but he had said something so close that Cas cherished it anyway.
Cas pulled Dean to him again. He never wanted to let go of this moment. Cas broke away just enough to murmur out, "I love you too." He wasn't sure if Dean heard him, but he was sure that he understood what he was feeling as they settled back to the floor together. And their dinner grew cold on the stove, but none of that mattered to either of them.
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AN: Thanks for the kind words. Hope that you all liked this chapter and that I haven't grown too predictable or gasp boring. Thanks for sticking with this for what I think is about 300 pages of angst, romance, and crazy. Thanks Mummabro, and I hope that Dean's apology was acceptable to you;) Valarie-Lynn I'm so glad that you and others are conflicted about Crowley as I totally wanted him to come off that way. Also, glad you liked the Sam moment. Taytay127, I had missed your reviews. So glad you are back, even with sleep deprivation. Thanks so much.
Lastly, I am in the last chapters. Yes, I know that I have said this before, but this time it's true. I am looking at titles for my next piece that will come after a healing hiatus. Typing this much in such a short amount of time, turns out, is not kind to my wrists. I think that the next piece will be titled: Dean, the Dangerous, and the Damned or something else that is kind of alliterative. I'll take suggestions. I want it to sound like the title of this work. Also, when my little hiatus ends, should I post the first chapter of the new fic on this story and then start it up again under the separate title? I'm not sure what works best for you all. Thanks for reading all of this. 'Till next time.