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98. Leather

"Why don't you wear your leather jacket anymore, Dean?" Castiel asked. "You haven't worn it for years."

"I dunno," Dean shrugged uncomfortably. "I just stopped wearing it one day and now I don't even know where it is. Hell, it wasn't even really mine – it used to be Dad's. He just gave it to me one day."

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes. Made me feel like a badass. And you know how much the ladies love a bad boy." Dean winked at Castiel and flexed his arms. "And cute little angels."

Castiel raised his eyebrows.

"Your ego is unattractively inflated," he said dryly. Dean just rolled his eyes, slung an arm around Castiel and ruffled his hair.

The next day, Castiel decided to do something. He shoved one of their fake credit cards into his pocket, told Sam and Dean that he was going out, grabbed his car keys and slid into his old, beaten car that Dean loved to poke fun at. Unlike Dean, who loved to speed down the roads and cheerfully endanger their lives every day in the Impala, Castiel drove at a more sedate speed, enjoying the crisp, cold fall air that whipped his hair all about the place.

Once he actually got to town, it took another two hours of hunting but Castiel had finally found exactly what he had come for. He paid for it, thanked the girl behind the counter and hurried back to his car before the rain that he knew was coming began to fall. He made it three quarters of the way back before the rain began to pour and he only just managed to get inside the bunker without getting completely soaked.

"Where'd you go, angel?" Dean asked, flipping Sam off without even looking when Sam sniggered at the nickname.

"To town," Castiel said. His hands tightened on the bag he was holding. "I, uh – I got you a present."

"If it's anything like the last one, I don't want to know," Sam said loudly. Dean smiled sweetly at him but Castiel could sense the 'screw you, bitch' in the look. Sam could too, because he send a bitchface right back and left the room, muttering something about food.

"You told me that your old leather jacket made you feel like a 'badass'," Castiel said.
"And I admit that I do miss seeing you in leather. So…"

He reached into the bag and pulled out a sleek, brand new, black leather jacket. Dean's eyes widened.

"I bought you a new one," Castiel finished. Dean continued to stare at him and he fidgeted nervously. "Dean?"

Dean got up and slowly approached him.

"You –" Dean grabbed Castiel's face leaned in and kissed him so hard that Castiel was left breathless, "– are the most beautiful – amazing – brilliant person ever."

He punctuated each adjective with a kiss. Letting the jacket fall to the floor, Castiel gripped Dean's shoulders and kissed back as hard as he could.

"Let's go to our room," Castiel gasped when they broke apart to suck in air.

"Why?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "Scared that Sammy's gonna walk in on us?"

"No." Castiel concentrated on trying not to kiss Dean again, knowing what it would lead to. "I – I want you to try on your jacket."

A whole wave of images of Dean in tight leather flooded his mind. Dean must have known what he was thinking because his grin widened.

"God, what did I do to deserve you?" he muttered, bending down to pick up the jacket. He slung an arm around Castiel's shoulders, pressed a kiss to his cheek and guided him in the direction of their room, while Castiel just smiled and leaned into Dean's side.