Bacon and Morning Afters

by JimberlyShipper

So this is a Destiel fic that I wrote for my friend Michelle, whose birthday is today. Dean wakes up in a strange apartment and it has changed his life forever. It's completely AU, and it's human!British!Cas. There might be more but for now this is it.

13. We'll Do It All

Chapter Thirteen: We'll Do It All

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
I said too much
They're not enough

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never
Change for us at all

It was three weeks later, and Dean was doing amazingly well. They were finally going to sleep upstairs in the master bedroom that night. Dean was so glad that he was finally back to normal. Then the smile fell off his face when he thought again that Claire had told them that she was Cas' daughter, and it hadn't been too good since then. There'd been a big dustup with Gabriel, who had been incredibly upset that Claire was telling Cas and Dean that Cas was her father. They'd had a DNA test done, and Claire was in deed Cas' daughter. Dean had been blown away, but he knew that he couldn't get upset, Cas had accepted Frankie like she was his own. Dean had offered to adopt Claire too, but not much more had been said about that after the first offer. Dean knew that Cas was trying to let Claire choose, and Dean knew that she did have a lot on her plate and she most likely wouldn't want to do that.

At the moment, Dean was working on dinner, Cas was out with Frankie, having daddy daughter day. Dean had needed a day to relax, the day before had been a nightmare. Lucy had finally gotten them back in court, and they were starting to investigate Dean and Cas with Frankie. Lucy was of course trying to say that they were bad fathers. So the day before, they'd been with an investigator that the courts had sent over. Dean had been thoroughly stressed by the time the day was over, the woman had gotten nothing to support Lucy's claims, but it had still been incredibly taxing. Dean was glad that Cas had given him a day to relax to himself. He was making burgers, and fries. His family would be home soon to eat with him.

Speak of the devil, there was the sound of the key in the door and Cas calling out to him. "Kitchen, baby!" Dean called out, his heart beating faster when he knew he was going to see Cas. Dean heard Frankie chattering on about what they'd seen in the mall as they both came in. Dean reached down to kiss her. "How's Daddy's girl?" He asked, he had missed her so much that day.

Cas watched as Frankie told Dean about their day, and while Frankie was telling him, Cas leaned out and kissed him, just a soft kiss, a hello kiss. But Cas felt the love for Dean that he felt just filling his very soul as they kissed. Dean's kisses told him how much that Dean loved him. Cas always felt it. He pulled back, his eyes watching Dean's as he spoke to their daughter. Claire was out with some friends, but she was supposed to come home for dinner. Cas wasn't sure what had been the bigger surprise, that Claire was his daughter or that she was a lesbian. Cas knew that Gabriel was upset that he couldn't keep Claire from leaving and living with Cas and Dean.

That was the part that hurt the most. That Gabriel was angry that Claire was having what she wanted out of life. She was getting to know her father, the one that had been kept in the dark her entire life, and that she was finally in a place where she could be herself. Cas knew that Gabriel really didn't love her then, and it hurt him that Gen hadn't told him that she'd used one of Cas' sperm that he'd donated in college to have Claire. Cas wished that he could ask her why she'd done that. Their other two children were Gabe's. Cas didn't know that he didn't like the reason why she'd done that. He hadn't been surprised that Genevive hadn't told them that she'd done that. Apparently she'd told Claire that Cas was her real father, since she'd known she was going to die, she'd wanted her conscience clear.

Only problem was, she hadn't told them why. Cas was really curious. He wanted to know what had possessed her to do that. Cas leaned to kiss Dean again. "I'm going to go and get her washed up while you're cooking." Cas said. Dean gave him a sly smile. Cas said, "I told Claire to be home for dinner, so make sure that she is, if I don't get a chance to."

Dean nodded, and kissed Cas again. "I promise, I'll make sure." Dean was glad that Cas gave him the same kind of freedom raising Claire that Dean did with Frankie. Dean knew that Claire may not appreciate it, but Dean did. He watched as Cas scooped up Frankie and took her upstairs. As they went, the front door opened and Dean heard Claire's voice calling out to her new school friends. Then she came into the kitchen. "Hey, honey." Dean said, so far they hadn't had an issue where she'd tried to tell him he wasn't her real father or anything like that. Dean was glad about that. He knew it could be hard to get a new parent that was a step parent, especially when you were a teenager.

Watching her, Dean wondered what she was thinking. She was a quiet kid, really, and Dean wondered if that was because they were trying to get to know each other, or she was really like that all the time. Dean wasn't sure what he wanted to be true. Dean watched her, she was moving to get a juice out of the fridge. "I appreciate you coming home for dinner, it was really important to your dad." Dean just hoped that Claire would accept that and not call him a nerd or something for bringing it up. Dean really was grateful that she'd come home as Cas had asked her to do.

Claire glanced at her stepfather. Claire wasn't sure what to think of Dean. She knew he'd been through a lot, but she wasn't sure what to think of him otherwise. Claire knew that he loved Cas though. That was obvious in the way that they were with each other. The social worker who'd come the day before had been incredibly homophobic, and Claire had hated her on sight. She'd been determined to find something to have Frankie taken away, but she'd not been able to get anything. Claire knew how stressful that had been on her dads, and she also knew that the woman had made a mental note of Claire being gay in the file too, although since Lucy wasn't going after them for being gay she didn't see how that was relevant.

"I didn't want to let Dad down." She called Dean by his name, and she knew that Dean was a little hurt by that. Claire was honestly trying to get to know him. He was someone who made Cas happy, and she knew that she didn't want to make Cas upset because she was being disrespectful to Dean. Whom Claire knew that Cas loved more than life itself. She was trying to do the best job she could to make things easier on them. Claire looked at Dean. "I am really grateful for both of you, you're both letting me stay here when I had nowhere to go. I know that Cas is legally obligated, but he was going to before he found out he was my dad."

Dean put the burgers in the oven, and then looked at Claire. His green eyes were wide and he was sure as truthful as he could make them. "I promise, you will never have to know what it's like to be without us. We're always going to be here, I promise you." Dean knew that Gabriel was most likely not wanting Claire back, but Dean knew that he had to take away the option by adopting Claire. Dean watched her face, she seemed to be actually listening and not just humoring him for Cas' sake. Dean looked at Claire. "You want to talk about what the social worker did yesterday?"

He had seen the note the woman had made in the file. Dean had to admit, it had taken all of his strength not to hit the woman for judging Claire like that. Judging all of them like that. Dean didn't want to see them using what they were against them. Dean brushed his hand through his hair as he looked at her. "I know that it bothered you. It bothered me too, I was using all of my strength to not punch her in the face. It's not fair what Lucy is doing, but it's really not fair to you, kiddo. You don't deserve to have someone poking and prodding and trying to judge you for who you want to love. It's really awful." Dean knew that he wasn't going to get her to talk about it from the look on her face. But it didn't look like it was because she was being a typical teenager.

Claire mused over what he said as she opened her juice. She moved to put the fries in the deep fryer. Dean had been insistent on getting one after he was given a clear bill of health. Claire turned to face him. "I know, Dean. I don't… I can't talk about it, it really was upsetting." Claire didn't know what she was going to say if he pressed her. But she was sure that he wouldn't. Claire could tell that Dean wasn't a man that was going to press you about things. Claire really hoped that he would drop it. Claire watched as he moved to get out some paper plates. Dean was one of the he didn't want to wash dishes school of thought. Claire had to admit, that was pretty awesome of him. Even if it was an impressive use of paper and styrofoam plates.

She sat at the kitchen table, watching her step father get out a beer. Claire had to admit, she had seen him do a lot of things that people who had almost died were wont to do. Live a bit more freely. Claire also knew that it had been a lot more serious than almost dying, she'd heard Cas talking about it to John. Claire really liked him, he was a good man. She watched as the home phone rang, and Dean moved to answer it. Claire froze when he said, "Yes, this is Dean Winchester. And I'm Bobby Singer's emergency contact." Claire knew that something had happened to Uncle Bobby. She had taken to him immediately, and Bobby had taken to her as well. She thought Bobby was one of the best men she'd ever met.

When Dean heard the nurse telling him that Bobby was in the hospital, he had to admit, his new heart started pounding out of his chest. Dean listened as they told him that Bobby had been standing outside of the bank he used in downtown Dallas and then someone had driven by and shot him. Dean had to admit, he didn't know that Bobby had any enemies out there, he was a mechanic. It's not like he was going around pissing people off on a daily basis. If anyone in Dean's family would have ended up shot, it was John. Dean answered some questions, they were telling him Bobby had been rushed to surgery but it wasn't looking good. Dean brushed his hand through his hair, and they told him that he was going to want to come down as soon as possible, if he wanted the chance to see him. They weren't anticipating him waking up from the surgery, he'd been hit a few times, once in the back, once in the leg, and in the chest, very close to his heart.

It was miraculous that Bobby was even alive after being shot so many times, especially when he'd been shot so close to the heart. Dean told them they had his permission to do what they needed to save Bobby's life, and then hung up. Dean stared at the phone, and as he turned to Claire, he knew that she knew something was going on. Dean looked at her, and he said, "Uncle Bobby was shot." He wondered if it was still someone who was trying to get to John. It was a known fact that Bobby and John had been friends for years. Dean watched her face crumple. "I'm going to grab your dad, and then you can stay here with your sister and eat dinner." Dean knew they were going to have a long night. She nodded, and he headed up the stairs to get Cas.

His husband was just exiting Frankie's room with her, the little girl was already in her Sofia the First pjs and her hair was wet from the shower. Dean met Cas' eye, and he could tell that Cas knew that he was about to tell him something awful. Dean leaned down to Frankie and said, "Claire's gonna help you get dinner in a bit, baby girl, your dad and I have to go and see Uncle Bobby." He didn't want to tell her how bad it was. Dean had always looked at Bobby as an uncle, and it was nice that his kids thought the same way. When Frankie had headed downstairs, calling out to Claire, Dean turned to Cas. "Cas, Bobby had left his bank, and he was shot."

When Cas heard those words, his heart sank to his feet. Cas watched Dean's face, he seemed like he was in shock. "So we've got to go to the hospital?" Cas asked, his voice quiet. He didn't know what was going to happen but he knew that there wasn't much of a chance Bobby was going to survive from three gunshot wounds. He listened as Dean told him what the hospital had said, and Cas knew that they were going to have to go. Cas reached for his husband's hand. "Bobby's a fighter, I know he can make it through this." He wondered if it had been a random shooting, like from a gang member, or if it was someone that Bobby had known. Cas knew they might not ever find out. He and Dean headed down the stairs, grabbing jackets and Cas grabbed his keys. He knew that Dean shouldn't drive. He gave Dean the keys to go out to the car and went to talk to Claire in the kitchen.

He looked at Claire, who was putting together a burger for Frankie. The fries were on a huge plate and it was already in the middle of the table. Cas walked up to her. Her eyes were red rimmed, and he knew she was trying not to cry and be upset in front of Frankie. Cas was glad that she was trying but he knew that it was going to be so hard on her. Cas brushed some of her blonde hair out of her eyes. "Your dad and I are going to the hospital. We're going to be there for however long this takes, at least, tonight." Cas didn't think this was going to last past the night, honestly, and he knew that Claire knew that too. "We both have our phones, and I'm grabbing chargers on the way out." He didn't know what they were going to do if they lost Bobby. Hadn't this family been through enough strife? Cas met her blue eyes, which were so like his, and she nodded. Cas kissed her cheek and then headed back out to the living room, grabbing his and Dean's phone chargers.

Heading out to the car, he could see Dean in the front seat, and he was on the phone. Cas assumed he had called John or Sam to let them in on what was going on. Cas knew that this was going to be a huge issue. Especially for John. Cas knew how close Bobby and John had been growing up together. Bobby was a little older, but they had gotten really close when John's father Henry had passed away. Cas moved to get in the car and start it up, as Dean concluded his phone call. Cas looked at his husband. "You didn't have to hang up for me." He said, as he backed the car out of the driveway. Cas had no idea what to expect from Dean, and he knew that he was going to have to be on the lookout for what might happen with his emotions.

Dean sniffled and reached for the tissues Cas kept in the glove compartment. "I called Dad, he knew though because when Bobby was identified they made sure John knew. It's not in his department, it ended up at another precinct, but he knows. He's going to meet us at the hospital with Sam and Ellen. Jo's on bed rest for a few days, so she has to stay home. I know it's killing her." Dean didn't even know why she had to be on bed rest, she wasn't even showing yet. She was still in the early stages. Dean hadn't pressed though in case it had something to do with her pregnancy in high school. He knew that she'd gone through so much and he didn't want to make things worse for her. Especially right now when it was already about to explode. This was so much. They were all back on their feet after Dean's life nearly ended. Not Bobby too.

He watched the scenery go by, wondering what they were going to find when they got to the hospital. Dean knew that he was going to expect the worst. The nurse who had spoken to him had made sure to tell her that it was most likely not going to happen that he was going to survive. Dean watched as they pulled up into the hospital, and Dean knew that he was even more worried, this wasn't the one he'd been taken to, this was one of the HMOs. Those were never as good as actual hospitals. Dean knew that he was going to do what he could if they didn't treat Bobby right. One of his friends, Chuck Shurley, was a lawyer.

They headed inside, and Cas holding Dean's hand tightly, his husband's face was expressionless, and Cas knew that it was because he was trying to screw up the courage to be here. Cas wasn't going to make him be ready for anything he wasn't ready for. They reached the nurse's counter, and found out where Bobby was being worked on. It was close, so they headed into the waiting room. Cas settled into a seat next to Dean, and reached out, taking Dean's hand. He stroked the back of Dean's hand as he held it. Cas brushed his free hand through Dean's hair, he knew that Dean liked that, especially when he was upset. Cas didn't know what to say, he knew that he couldn't say that Bobby was going to make it, because they both knew that he wasn't going to.

It was so strange that the last time Cas had seen Bobby it was going to be the last. They'd been hanging out one afternoon so Dean could have some alone time. Frankie had been with Sam and Jo, spending the night. Cas and Bobby had had a few beers, shared some pizza, and had watched some old movies on Netflix. Cas had really enjoyed himself. Bobby was a great guy, one of the greatest guys that Cas had ever known. Cas watched as Dean's eyes began to fill with tears. "Bobby knew that you loved him, Dean." Cas knew that Dean had to be really worried if he was crying in public. Dean wasn't one of those guys. Cas reached and brushed some tears of Dean's cheeks with his thumb.

Dean's fingers tightened in Cas', and he looked down at his ring. Dean didn't know what to say. He knew that they were losing Bobby. Dean hadn't really been prepared for this. Bobby had always been larger than life to him. Dean remembered the first night they'd stayed at Bobby's after Mary had died. Sam was so young, just six months old, and Dean had been four. Bobby had a room set aside at his place for Dean and Sam. His wife had been so glad to have them there. Her name had been Ella. Dean had been crushed when Ella had died. She'd been sick. She had been like a mother to Dean, she'd been there for him so many times when he was growing up. But the first night they'd been there, Bobby had set them up with some pizza, some formula for Sam, of course, and they'd sat and played with Dean's toy cars for hours. Dean had been glad that Bobby had just done his best to treat Dean like normal.

Dean didn't know if he'd been able to make it through losing Mary if it hadn't been because of Bobby and Ella. And now Dean was losing Bobby. Dean had never thought that would happen, Bobby was immortal. He'd just always been there for Dean, his whole life. Dean didn't know what he would do without Bobby. And he knew he was going to have to find out. Before Dean could acknowledge that Cas had spoken, a doctor headed up to them, and asked if they were with Robert Singer. Dean was quiet for a moment before he nodded. Dean knew that it was going to be bad news. Bobby had been shot three times, there was no way he survived. Dean listened as the doctor told him that they'd done all they could, but they hadn't been able to save him.

That was exactly what he'd thought, and he nodded when the doctor told him he'd have to start making arrangements and then told them how sorry he was and walked off. Dean felt like he'd just been dumped into ice water. Dean looked up, his eyes were watering. Sam, Ellen, and John had walked up. Dean, letting go of Cas' hand, stood, and he and John looked at each other, and then he rushed into his father's arms. He cried, only John was going to understand how much it hurt to lose Bobby. Dean knew that everyone else was going to feel upset, yeah, and they'd even be hurt enough to cry. But no one was going to get Dean's grief at losing him other than John.

John was taking this just as hard as Dean was. He held Dean as he cried, and John knew that this was going to damn near break them. John knew he couldn't tell Dean that it was going to be okay, because he honestly didn't know if it was going to be okay. John didn't know what he was going to do without Bobby. John loved Bobby like a brother, and he knew that he'd never have been able to get through Mary's death without him. John sure as shit knew that he wouldn't have been able to raise the boys without him. John had never even remotely felt jealous that Dean loved Bobby and talked to him about things. Because John knew that Dean would always love him and need him in his life.

"You know how much Bobby loved you, kiddo." John said, his voice broken as he spoke. Cas, Sam, and Ellen had stepped back so they could have a moment alone. John hated that Dean was crying these huge sobs that he couldn't stop. John let him cry, he just didn't know what else to do. Nothing could make this better. Bobby was gone. There was no bringing him back. John knew exactly how Dean felt because he was feeling the same way. John stroked Dean's back, there wasn't any way those tears were stopping any time soon. John held Dean tighter as Dean's sobs continued. "I know that I can't tell you that it's going to get better. Because we both know it's not. I'm not going to try to tell you that. But it's going to come to a time where it might not hurt as much. You know that that's going to happen, it just might be a long way off for both of us." John's voice was still sounding broken, but he wasn't crying yet. John was mostly still in shock.

That was true. Dean did know how much Bobby had loved him. It had been proven even more to him when Bobby didn't even bat an eye when Dean had told him he was marrying a man. Especially when it had been a long time since they'd spoken. Dean couldn't imagine what he would have done if Bobby had been against that. But Bobby hadn't even once made Dean feel like he didn't love him or judged him for being with a man. Dean wished that there was an end to the tears in sight, because he was in public. That usually wasn't something he did. Dean knew he had to say something in return to what John had said. Dean's voice was shaking as he barely managed to speak through his sobs.

"I was so… Bobby accepted me marrying Cas instantly. I was so scared that I was going to lose him." Dean knew that John might wince a bit at that, given how he'd reacted at first. Dean honestly wasn't trying to make John feel guilty though. "Dad, Bobby's been there my whole entire life. He was there for me whenever I needed him. Sometimes before I even asked. He was…. He was family." Dean's voice was punctuated by sobs, and Dean knew there wasn't going to be an end to them just yet. Dean knew that he couldn't change this and that was what was really hurting. Dean would have done anything to save Bobby's life. There was no pain that Dean had suffered in his life that equaled this one except when Mary had died. This was unbelievable. Besides John and Sam, Bobby had been the one constant in Dean's life. Now he was gone.

It took about twenty minutes for Dean to calm down, and then John left Dean with Cas to go and make some funeral arrangements. There was no one else to do it. Cas sat with Dean in the waiting room, Dean was on his lap, his head in Cas' neck. He knew how upset Dean had to be in order for them to be sitting like this in public. Cas didn't mind though, he knew how badly Dean needed this. Cas stroked Dean's side. John had promised to call Claire, too, to let her know what was going on. Cas knew this was going to hit Frankie hard, and he was feeling so awful that they had to be the ones to tell her. Cas didn't want to see her face when she found out they'd lost Bobby.

"Dean, talk to me, baby. How are you feeling?" Cas asked, he didn't want to force Dean, but he'd been so quiet and Cas wanted to give him the chance to talk if he wanted. They were waiting for Ellen and Sam to get back from grabbing food, now that they knew what happened with Bobby they had decided they needed to eat. Cas continued to stroke Dean's side, softly. His hand had slipped underneath Dean's tee shirt and was stroking his bare skin. Because he knew that Dean loved that. Cas did too, honestly, it was nice being able to touch his skin. It reminded him that Dean existed, that he was real. Cas definitely thought Dean was too good to be true. Cas couldn't believe that Dean was his most of the time.

Those were the words that Dean hadn't wanted to hear. He would have to talk about Bobby and he had just stopped crying. Dean couldn't handle that again so soon. Dean nuzzled his head deeper in Cas' neck, not caring at all that people could see them. It was late though and there weren't a lot of people here. Dean was quiet for a moment as he tried to formulate an answer to that question. Dean couldn't even explain how the pain felt. It was unimaginable pain. Dean's lips pressed softly to Cas' neck before he spoke. "I can't even tell you the pain. I can't… it's indescribable because that's how badly it hurts." Dean's voice was quiet, and his hand was stroking circles on Cas' stomach though his tee shirt. It was calming him.

"It's just, Bobby was in my life for my entire life. I don't know what to do now that he's gone. I never would have made it through any of the things I've been through without Bobby. He's family, and he's gone. I didn't get to say that I loved him one last time. Someone came and took him out of my life and we may never know why." That was killing Dean, that that might be true. They couldn't have too high of hopes that the murder would be solved. There were so many unsolved murders in Dallas. Dean brushed his hand through his hair. His other arm was around Cas' neck. The fingers on that hand were stroking Cas' arm.

Cas knew that those were just the scratch the surface feelings too. Cas kept up the stroking of Dean's back. "I know that it hurts. It's going to always hurt. But eventually a time will come when it won't hurt as much." Cas knew how Dean felt. That was how he'd felt when he'd lost his parents. Cas had never known love like that from anyone else but Dean. That unconditional always going to be there love. Cas had taken it just as hard as Dean was when his parents died. Cas reached up and brushed some tears off Dean's face. He knew that there were no words that was going to help this pain. Because it wasn't going to be alright for awhile. It was pointless to say that it was.

"Dean, you can tell me anything, you know that. But I'm also not going to sit and give you a meaningless tautology just to make you feel better. Because I know that it won't. It's not going to just magically feel better." Cas knew that nothing had made him feel better about his parents being gone but time. "Any way that you feel is normal. You don't ever have to talk about it if you don't want to. At least, not with me. I will never pressure you. You have to handle these things the way you know works for you." Cas knew how hollow that was all going to sound to Dean. When people had said them to him when he'd been going through his grief, that was how it had felt to him.

It was something that Dean didn't need to hear out loud, because he knew that all of that was true already. Dean sighed a watery sigh. "We should go home to the kids. There's nothing more we can do here tonight and I really want to get home and take one of my tranquilizers and go to sleep." They'd given them to Dean for any anxiety he might have from the after effects of what he'd gone through. Dean hadn't ever been one to do that but it sounded like it might help him sleep and he really needed that. He wanted to see if sleeping through some of the pain would be helpful. Dean didn't think it would but he was willing to try anything at this point.

Cas agreed about them going home, and they thankfully ran into Ellen and Sam on the way to telling John they were leaving. Dean knew they should still eat something, even if he didn't want to admit it out loud. Dean was quiet on the way home, and continued to be as they got inside. Claire was up in the living room, even though the next day was a school day. Dean knew she was wanting to know what happened to Bobby. They headed for the living room, they could eat in there. Dean set his bag on the table to take off his coat, and before he could, Claire ran at him to hug him tight, calling him 'Dad'. It touched Dean to his very soul to hear that. Dean hugged her, glad that she was leaning on him to get through this.

Heading for the kitchen for some napkins, Cas knew that he was going to have a hard time keeping his emotions in check around Claire. He was so upset that she was losing a man like Bobby from her life. Cas grabbed some paper towels and headed back in, Dean was now digging into his Chinese and Claire had left the room. Cas moved to sit with him, Dean opening his sweet tea to take a sip. Cas had gotten lemonade, he didn't like the sweet tea like he did from back home in England. Cas opened his container of kung pao chicken. He loved it. He dug in with his fork, taking a big bite before he spoke.

"What did Claire say?" He asked curiously, wondering what she'd said when Cas had left the room.

Dean's voice was strangled when he spoke. "She told me she's sorry that I lost Bobby, and that she was going to call me Dad from now on. Said that she wasn't trying to hurt my feelings before, but she didn't want to say it until she felt it." Dean's heart had been touched immediately as soon as she'd started talking. Dean was so glad that Claire finally felt it. He took a bite of his mu shu pork and chewed thoughtfully looked at Cas. Dean didn't know what he was going to say if pressed about how he felt about that. Dean knew that he needed to talk about it, but he also knew that he would break down again if he had to.

He chewed in silence for awhile, and Cas leaned out and kissed him. Soft and tenderly, and Dean felt it all the way to his toes. Dean looked into Cas' eyes. He leaned out and pushed Cas against the couch, kissing him deeply. Dean was so glad to be here with him, doing this. Dean sucked on Cas' bottom lip, and reached between them to unbutton Cas' jeans. His hand slipped into Cas' underwear, which was silky boxer briefs that Dean loved. His hand moved over Cas' length, and they both groaned against the other's lips. They moved faster then, getting clothes off, their naked bodies molding together.

Dean reached for some lube, spreading it over his fingers, teasing a couple at Cas' entrance before he slid inside. He tucked them inside Cas, and his husband arched against him. Dean continued to play inside Cas, his fingers brushing against Cas' prostate. They both groaned. Cas grabbed onto Dean's shoulders, letting Dean know that he was ready for Dean to be inside him. Dean grinned and reached for some lube, spreading it on his long, hard cock, which was rock hard with Cas in his arms. This was finally happening. It had been months and they were finally making love. Dean couldn't stop now. He slid himself inside Cas slowly, and then let his hips set off at a fast pace. Cas gasped as Dean's huge length slid home. He gripped Dean's shoulders, as they kissed deeply as Dean started to move. They both panted with desire as Dean's hips moved. Cas' hand was moving up and down his length, trying to match Dean's hip thrusts. It wasn't long and they were both coming, it had been a long time and they'd been wanting it so much. Cas let out a moan and murmured Dean's name, his fingers curling in the hair at the nape of Dean's neck.

When they broke apart, they both at least reached for underwear, in case Claire happened to come back down. Dean reached out and took Cas' hand, lacing his fingers tightly in his husband's. Dean stroked the back of Cas' hand, and looked into Cas' blue eyes. "I love you." Dean said, his tone soft and quiet. "That was just as amazing as I thought it would be." Dean told him, licking his lips. Neither of them moved to start eating again. Dean had never had more amazing sex in his life. And he knew that Bobby would have been proud of him. He let a small smile play on his lips at the thought.

Cas nodded, and kissed him softly, long and slow. When the kiss broke, he stroked Dean's cheek with his free hand. "I can't imagine how I was living without that kind of sex." Cas told him, and wiped some tears off Dean's face. It was going to be a long time before things were okay, but Cas thought as long as they kept having sex like that, it might be bearable.

Author's note: I apologize for losing Bobby. That wasn't my fault, the muse chose that for me. You can thank Destiel fanvids for this update, I had so many feels that had to go somewhere. Plus it's been two months since this fic was updated. I thought it was time. XD. I hope you're hanging in there!