A/N: To those of you who actually like this piece and were sorry to see it vanish, I'm sorry. I have clinical depression and lost my dad to some drunken asshole driver so I've spent the past few years with various psych episodes and it's a whole episode I'd rather not get into. Anyway, this story is finished and so is the rest of the entire verse, so if you'd like to read it, I can upload it.
Time's on our side
C'mon and take me for a ride
Hold my hand
Don't let me be
I will hold you close to me.
~'Take Me For a Ride', Neon Trees
"You're doing WHAT?!"
Ellen looked at her daughter, totally non-plussed. "We're getting married in May."
Jo seemed at a loss for words. "….mom…..that's four months away!"
"So?"
"Mom, you can't plan a wedding in four months!"
Dean and Cas sat at the table with Charlie and Bela, getting great amusement from all of this. Jo was having apoplexy over the entire situation, and Dean especially found it hilarious. Jo really was tiny and when she got frustrated she just looked adorable, not threatening at all.
Ellen, on the other hand, just didn't care. "And why not? Bobby and I are old. We've both been married once before…..we don't need any frills."
Bobby had been married before? That was news to Dean. He wondered what had happened, and if it had anything to do with the way Bobby rarely smiled. He felt a pang in his chest at the thought.
Jo looked like she was about to have a coronary, mouth fishing for words that wouldn't come. Then Bela cut in.
"I'll do it."
All eyes turned to her and, like the confident girl she was, she didn't bat an eyelash under the attention. "I'll plan the wedding. I can do it. Give you something nice with the time limit you've got."
Jo looked surprised but thrilled. "Really?"
Bela nodded. "I should think so. I plan enough parties." And it was true. Despite the mishaps that had occurred at some of them, Bela's parties were always decorated to the height of fashion and class. She really did know what she was doing.
Jo looked sharply to her mother for approval. "Mom?"
Ellen's face had the resigned look of one who knows they no longer have a choice; she sighed. "Sure. Why not."
Jo's face filled with happiness and she threw her arms around Bela, hugging her tight. "Thank you!" Bela blushed at the hug. Dean couldn't help but notice the expression on Charlie's face, a look of jealousy clouding over her normally pleasant countenance. Clearly she still had a crush on Jo if seeing Jo hug Bela was making her unhappy.
"Do you want to go to the store and pick up some bridal magazines?"
Bela laughed. "Those will all be horribly over the top, but they're a good place to look for inspiration. So we can do that if you like."
"Can I come?" Charlie piped up. "I want to help plan, too."
"Of course," Bela answered.
The girls pushed back their chairs, rising. Dean caught Charlie by the arm before she could join the others in putting on their coats.
"Charlie you have no interest in planning a wedding. The only thing you're interested in is my little sister."
The redhead had the good grace to look guilty, glancing in the direction of the other girls, and she shushed him. "Shut up, Dean," she hissed. "What's that matter. I'm not leaving her alone with Bela. Did you see the way she looked at her?"
"Who? Jo or Bela?"
"The way Jo looked at Bela!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "There was nothing weird about it. She's just happy for Bela's help."
"Whatever. I'm not leaving them alone together."
Dean just shook his head. "You're being ridiculous. But if it'll make you feel better, go forth with determination, Bradbury." They fistbumped, rainbow armbands meeting in the act, and then Charlie joined the other girls as they left on their trip.
Ellen heaved a sigh. "That girl is gonna be the death of me yet."
Dean grinned. "I don't know, Ellen. You've survived fourteen years."
"And they've been long ones."
"Just be glad you didn't have boys. You could've had to raise Sammy."
"What about me?" Sam asked, entering the room. His hair was an absolute mess; he really needed to cut it.
"I was telling Ellen she could've had the misfortune of having to raise you."
"Hey!" Sam sounded indignant. Dean laughed.
"I'm just teasing you, Sammy." He gave him an appraising look. "Goddamn, Sammy, you really do need a haircut." Sam ran a hand through his hair self-consciously, smoothing it down.
"I like it long."
"It's more than LONG, Sammy. You're starting to look like a member of an 80s hair band."
Sam cocked his head, a piece of toast in his mouth. "A what?"
Dean stared. "Have I taught you nothing, Sam?" He shook his head. "I'm so ashamed." Cas patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm sure you did your best, Dean."
"Oh, fuck you both," Sam grumbled.
"Hey! Language!" Dean exclaimed. Ellen looked approvingly at him.
"Maybe you should quit making fun of me then and I'll keep my mouth clean," Sam muttered, plopping into the seat beside Dean.
"You shouldn't need incentive. You know you're not supposed to be dropping F-bombs." Dean gently punched Sam's shoulder. It took several tries at stupid faces but he finally managed to coax a smile out of the kid.
"Hey." Bobby entered the room, stopping behind Ellen's chair and leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. He looked up at Dean. "You ready to get to work?"
Instead of soccer practice every day after school, Dean now worked at Bobby's garage. He missed the sport, he really did, but he truly enjoyed the job. It was especially nice to have it at the same hours as practice used to be, to fill the hours of what he'd lost with what he'd gained.
He nodded. "Ready whenever you are."
"Can I…" Cas' voice was slightly timid, which was unusual for him. "Can I come too?"
Dean was surprised, though he supposed he shouldn't be. It really shouldn't be surprising that Cas would want to spend more time with him. But outside in the garage? It was cold out there in February. He looked to Bobby for permission or refusal.
Bobby gave a shrug. "S'alright by me…so long as you don't distract the idjit."
"Hey!"
Cas laughed, shaking his head. "I won't. I promise I won't. I'll just draw."
"Then that's fine by me."
And working outside with Bobby, Cas sitting nearby with his sketchbook in his lap, Dean barely even felt the cold, so warmed by the happiness their presences brought him.
Bela raised a brow when Dean entered the dress shop with Ellen and Jo. "What're YOU doing here?"
"What do you MEAN what am I doing here?"
"You're a boy," she said the words as though they should be obvious. "What's a boy doing dress shopping?"
"Hey!" He was indignant. "I'll have you know I look fantastic in skirts." That got a round of laughter, and he felt hands on his shoulders as Charlie came up behind him.
"He's not lying. Boy's got a great pair of legs."
He grinned at her. "Thanks, Bradbury." He noticed a store employee standing nearby, clearly waiting for the group of them and obviously disturbed by what she was hearing. "Oh….think they're ready for you, majka."
"Oh, thanks hun." Ellen moved to talk to the woman. Charlie and Bela looked inquisitively at Dean.
"Majka?" Charlie asked. Dean flushed.
"It means 'mother' in Croatian. I just figured, since she's kinda my mom….should have a name for her, you know?" The two girls 'awww'd like it was nobody's business, making Dean's face turn bright red. "Oh, shut up."
"No. It's ADORABLE."
"Shut up, Charlie!"
"Hey, everyone!" They all turned at the sound of Ellen's voice. "Dresses are this way."
Bela led the group, a three ring binder under one arm. Inside she had all the ideas she had collected for the wedding, some of them Ellen-approved and some of which she and Jo were still trying to push on the woman. It had been half a month since Ellen had first told them the date of the wedding, and Bela and Jo had been working together nearly every day. Charlie was going positively INSANE with jealousy. No matter how many times Dean told her that Bela and Jo had no romantic interest in each other, she still wouldn't get over it, and she made certain to spend as much time involved in the planning as she could. Dean didn't think she even realized that by this point all of her attention was focused on Bela and not Jo, and he was PRETTY sure that it was no longer just a jealousy thing….at least not in the way it was before.
Dean plopped into an empty chair. "So, ladies….gonna model some dresses for me?"
Bela shook her head at him. "You're lucky you have a boyfriend, Dean, or that line would have sounded like such a creepy come-on."
Dean grinned. "I aim to please."
The attendant hustled Ellen to a dressing room, several gowns in her arms. While they waited for her to change, the group flipped through Bela's binder, admiring the flowers, table schemes, and cakes.
The first dress was nice. The second was okay. But the third took Dean's breath away. It had a v-neck that wasn't cut so low as to be immodest and small cap sleeves of sheer lace. The back of the dress was sheer as well to about midback, a row of round buttons running down it. The entire gown was lacy and it had a small train. Ellen looked absolutely GORGEOUS.
Jo was in tears, which was in turn making ELLEN'S eyes well up. God, they were gonna make him cry, too. He moved to them, hugging the both of them, and kissed Ellen on the cheek. "You look gorgeous, majka."
She smiled at him. "Thanks, baby." Pulling back, she moved to look at herself in the mirror. "…..I really like this one."
"I do, too." Jo stood behind her mother, smiling as she watched Ellen admire the dress in the mirror. "Bobby will love it."
Dean laughed. "Bobby would love it even if you walked down the aisle in a paper bag. He thinks you're gorgeous no matter WHAT you're wearing." He nodded. "But this one does look exceptionally good. I love this one."
Ellen's face was aglow from Dean's words; she smiled at him. "Thanks, kid."
The attendant looked at them inquisitively. "Should I begin pulling dresses for the ladies?" Ellen nodded.
"Oh man, you mean I get a free show of a bunch of sexy girls parading around in gorgeous gowns?" Dean raised his brows up and down suggestively.
Jo smacked his shoulder. "Behave or I'll tell your boyfriend."
Dean laughed. "Like Cas would care. Hell, he'd probably join."
"Well," Ellen spoke up, "one's your sister and one's a lesbian, so I'm pretty sure you're out of luck." The attendant was beginning to look increasingly disturbed once again.
"Didn't say I was gonna make a move on any of them, did I? No, now THAT Cas would care about. But a free fashion show never hurts."
Ellen fussed over a couple more dresses before sitting beside Dean to watch the girls try on their bridesmaid (or in Jo's case, maid of honor) gowns. Bela had pulled several different styles off the racks and despite Charlie's grumbling (she had been loath to admit to liking ANY of Bela's choices) they were all extremely cute. Particularly the two they had on now.
Bela had picked the dresses to compliment both Ellen's gown and each other, but subtly. Jo had on a knee length dress with a flowy skirt. The top was sleeveless and had a scoop neck, as well as some sheer lace, just like her mother's.
The bridesmaid gowns were also knee length though the skirts flared more, and the top of the dress was v-neck with slim straps. However it too had lace and complimented the other dresses well.
Ellen loved both dresses and Jo was ecstatic with hers, particularly the soft, flowy skirt and the deep royal purple hue. However, they reached a stalemate after that. Bela was pushing to have the bridesmaids (herself and Charlie) dressed in black so as to make Jo and Ellen stand out more. Charlie disagreed, Dean would assume mainly to be difficult. Ellen didn't care one way or another so eventually she just cut them off right in the middle of their "discussion."
"Alright alright! Girls, I don't give a damn which you pick, but pick one."
Bela looked at Charlie; the redhead stared stubbornly back. "If you really want purple, we can do purple," she said. "But I honestly think black will look so much better. And it will look lovely with your hair." She stroked a lock of Charlie's brilliant red hair, letting it slip through her fingers.
Charlie stared at her with wide, surprised eyes. After a minute, she nodded. "Okay." Her voice was very tiny. "We can do black."
Dean couldn't hide a smile even as Ellen sighed "thank God," heading up front to write up the order form. And Charlie had said he was oblivious Cas' feelings for him? He was gonna have to talk to her about this.
Turns out he didn't need to. When he and Cas returned home to the Harvelle's after school several days later, it was to find Bela and Charlie making out in the kitchen.
Cas nearly fell over, tripping over the backpack he had just dropped on the floor. "OH MY GOD!"
The two girls pulled apart as if electrocuted. "Oh." Charlie was nearly as red as her hair. "Hi, Dean. Cas." Bela was carefully smoothing her hair into place; she smiled at the boys. Dean was finding the whole thing dreadfully amusing, particularly his boyfriend's shock. He hadn't realized it but he never HAD gotten around to telling Cas about the obvious sexual tension between the two girls.
"Hello." He raised a brow at them. "Finally decided to make a move, huh? Who spoke up?"
Charlie looked shocked, obviously not expecting Dean to have known anything about it. "HUH?"
But Bela calmly raised her hand. "I did." Grinning, Dean punched her gently on the shoulder.
"Good for you."
"Thanks."
"Wait…" Cas still hadn't fully recovered. "You mean…..you KNEW about this?"
Dean shrugged. "Kinda. I mean, it was getting pretty obvious that Charlie wasn't jealous over Jo any longer, that she was now jealous of Bela paying attention to Jo and not her. Not sure when it happened, but it did."
"Oh my God Dean shut up!" Seriously, could Charlie blush any more? God, he was loving this.
"No." He pointed at Bela, continuing where he had left off. "She was more discreet."
Cas just shook his head. "I can't believe you didn't tell me."
"I'm sorry!"
Jo chose that moment to enter the kitchen. "What're we all talking about?"
"Charlie and Bela are dating."
The blonde took a bite out of an apple, speaking around her mouthful. "FINALLY."
"OH MY GOD DID EVERYONE KNOW BUT ME?!"
Dean burst into laughter at Cas' tone and rubbed his back consolingly. "Don't feel bad, hun. I'll make it up to you later." His voice was suggestive. Today was Valentine's Day and that night was sure to be good.
"Normally I'd say the image of you hooking up is really weird," Jo spoke up, "but you're not my blood brother. So I guess that doesn't count."
Everyone stared at her. Dean was vaguely perturbed. "…..you picture us making out?"
She colored ever so slightly. "No. I mean, not on PURPOSE. But it's come to mind once or twice."
Dean looked to Cas. "…I feel dirty."
"Oh, come on, it's not like I can help what pops into my head! Besides, there are worse things I could think about. I mean it's not like you two are unnatractive…"
"Damn straight." The words came forth before Dean really registered that he was still in a conversation about his adopted sister thinking about him having relations. "…I mean…" He shook his head. "NO. I'll buy you some gay porn. Just….no thinking about me and Cas!"
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
"WHO'S buying my daughter gay porn?" Ellen entered the room, a brow arched. Dean turned white as a sheet.
"No one. Absolutely no one. I mean…Cas' brother Gabriel offered, cuz he's a jerk, but we said no."
Cas was obviously struggling to suppress his laughter, but he managed to nod. "It's true."
"Good. No porn for Joanna Beth." She kissed Jo's forehead; Jo batted her away.
"Mom! I HATE when you use my full name!"
Naturally, Ellen ignored her. "You still going out tonight?" THAT got Dean's attention. Jo had a date?
Jo nodded. "Yes."
"He'd better take good care of you. In fact…." Ellen looked to Dean. "…..I want Dean to meet him."
Jo rolled her eyes. "Mom, Dean already KNOWS him."
Okay, now Dean was REALLY intrigued. "I do?"
Jo nodded. "It's Garth. Garth Fitzgerald."
Dean didn't know if he could be anymore shocked. "Garth?"
Jo looked defensive, ready to fight if Dean said anything against the date. "Yeah. Garth."
Ellen was looking at Dean, waiting for his stamp of approval, and he smiled, nodding. "Garth is a great guy." He could see Ellen relax, the tension ease from her body. "He's a little old for her," he had to caution. "But he'd never try to force her to do anything she shouldn't. He's probably the sweetest person on the face of the planet. I mean that. He…" Dean had to swallow a lump in his throat. "He quit the soccer team for me when Adler kicked me off. And he's the one who saved me when those boys were beating me up." Dean could see both sadness and approval growing in Ellen's face by the minute: sadness as she recalled all Dean had suffered and approval of this boy who would do so much, go so far, for a friend. "He really is amazing."
Dean jumped as someone took his hand; he looked up to see Jo looking at him, eyes glistening. "Thank you," she whispered. He nodded, giving her a smile.
"Well then, that's good enough for me," Ellen said, her voice cracking slightly as she forced back her emotion. "You just keep your phone on, and don't be later than 11."
Jo hugged her mom, so happy. "Thanks, mom."
"And you." Ellen turned to Dean. "You'll be staying at Cas' tonight?"
He nodded. "Yeah." The two of them would definitely be up to some activities that were not welcome under Ellen's roof, but Chuck was always too oblivious to notice, and either way, he didn't care that they were happening.
Ellen smiled, and something in that smile told him she knew the exact reason for their choice of location. He flushed. "You boys going out somewhere?"
He shook his head. "No. I made us dinner and Cas picked out a movie and some chocolate. We're going to have a nice, quiet night in." He looked to Bela and Charlie. "What about you two, new couple?"
The girls looked at each other, clearly uncertain. "Hadn't really thought about it yet," Bela answered. After a moment, she smiled at Charlie. "Want to come over my place? We can have some champagne and marathon the Lord of the Rings films."
Charlie's answering smile positively lit up her face. "You definitely know the way to my heart."
Dean pushed open the door to the Novak house more hesitantly than usual. He didn't know if Gabriel had company that night, and he DEFINITELY didn't want to run into anything unexpected. And as a matter of fact, there was the man himself, dressed to the nines in a spectacular suit. Not only that, he had a girl on each arm, each one in a dynamite dress. Two girls?
"Ah, Romeo." Gabe smiled to see him. Dean managed a smile back, despite the unique situation he was greeted in. "Cas is upstairs as usual." He led the girls to the door, calling over his shoulder on his way out "Tell him not to wait up for me!"
"Don't worry," Dean hollered, "I'll have him so tired he'll be out like a light!" Gabriel's laughter rang in the night air. Grinning, Dean shut the door and turned away, heading up the stairs to Cas' room. What he saw when he entered made him stop dead.
Cas had decorated. There were paper hearts hanging from the ceiling, red and pink and purple. He had swapped out his bedsheets for red ones, and had somehow created a canopy over his bed, tacking crimson fabric to the ceiling or something so they had a gorgeous curtained canopy to lie beneath. Swaths of matching satin draped over his windows instead of his usual curtains. He had dimmed the lighting, giving the whole room a much more romantic air.
Dean simply stared, mouth agape. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Dean?"
He somehow shook himself from this spell to focus on Cas, who was smiling that beautiful smile at him. "What do you think?" At Dean's continued silence, Cas bit his lip. "Too cheesy?"
"…..Cas…." Dean looked around, then turned back to Cas. "If this is cheesy, I want it all the time." He barely had a second to see the relief on Cas' face before he was dropping his bags to the ground and throwing his arms around the boy. "This is beautiful." His words were muffled into Cas' throat. "It's beautiful and adorable and I love it."
Cas hand cupped the back of his head, fingers slipping into his hair. "I'm so glad."
Dean pulled away to look around again, unable to STOP looking. "Why did you do this?"
"Well, you're bringing dinner….I had to do SOMETHING, and art is my thing."
Dean just shook his head. "You're ridiculous. But I'm glad you did it. It's gorgeous."
Cas looked beyond happy that Dean approved of his work; smiling, he asked "well, do you want to eat?"
"Oh!" Dean realized he had dropped the bag with dinner in it to the floor. "Shit!" He knelt to look in it, to make sure nothing had spilt, and sighed in relief when everything was fine. "Yeah. You got plates?"
Cas nodded. "Plates, silverwear, napkins, serving utensils….wanted to have everything here so we wouldn't have to move. I even plugged in our portable refrigerator so all the drinks and everything could stay cool." He smiled. "If we want to, we can stay in here all night."
"Mmm…" Dean hummed, returning to Cas, arms slipping around his neck. "Sounds good to me."
It was getting late. Dean and Cas had eaten their way through half a lasagna (the first meal Dean had ever cooked for Cas, which made the brunet tear up a bit) and watched first 'Sabrina' with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart and then, as they gorged on pie and chocolates (the former made by Dean, the later bought by Cas) 'the Lion in Winter', a much more unconventional Valentine's Day film. When it finally ended, it was around 11 PM.
Cas shut the TV off and then tossed the remote aside. "I don't understand how you find that movie to be a love story."
"It's my FAVORITE love story," Dean corrected. Cas looked at him in disbelief.
"But they HATE each other! The two of them absolutely HATE each other."
Dean grinned. "I know."
"So why do you think it's a love story?"
"Because they hate each other so much, but they still love each other to the point that they can't live without each other. He loves this other woman, yet despite that, Eleanor still comes first. Even though he hates her, she still comes before a woman that he loves. Maybe I'm screwed up, but I find that beautiful."
Cas just stared at Dean for a long moment, then shook his head. "You're still a weirdo."
Dean nodded matter-of-factly. "I know."
"Oh good, as long as you know."
"Yup." Dean snuggled up against Cas, nuzzling his throat. Cas let out a happy sigh. "Cas?"
"Mm?"
Dean's voice was incredibly soft, a whisper. "I want my Valentine's Day present."
"Oh?" Cas looked down at Dean. "And who says you're getting one?"
"Mmm…" Dean slid his hand down Cas' stomach and cupped his groin, the hardness there, loving the gasp it elicited. "Your dick does."
Cas swatted Dean. "Brat."
"You know it."
In a flash, Cas had rolled over and pinned Dean to the bed beneath him. "You're lucky I love you."
"Believe me, I know that. Tell myself every day."
The words made Cas smile and he gently stroked Dean's cheek. "I say the same thing to myself."
Dean leaned in for a gentle kiss, but it didn't stay gentle for long. Cas nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a tiny moan and Dean opened to him, letting Cas' tongue slip past his lips to taste him. Those graceful artist's hands found Dean's, pressing them back against the pillow by Dean's head and lacing their fingers together.
"Cas." Dean's voice was breathy; he rolled his hips up against Cas, who bit back a moan at the feeling. Dean tugged at their hands and Cas obligingly released him. Immediately, Dean reached for Cas' shirt, grabbing the bottom and tugging it up and off, tossing it to the floor.
In the dimmed light of the room, Cas' skin, beautifully pale on a normal basis, positively glowed. Dean ran his hands over Cas' stomach, up his chest, greedily taking in every inch of bared flesh. "God, Cas….you're so fucking beautiful."
Cas leaned in to kiss Dean. "Hush." Dean tried to refuse but Cas kissed him again, and again, until Dean let himself be quieted by all the kisses, wrapping his arms around Castiel's neck and pulling him closer, content to lose himself in the embrace.
Cas, on the other hand, wanted to feel more of Dean's flesh. He slipped a hand beneath Dean's shirt, teasing over a nipple, and Dean gasped into his mouth. "Cas!"
Cas smiled. "Yes, Dean, what is it?"
Dean pouted. "You know what."
"Mm….do I?" And he tweaked the nipple again. Dean arched beneath the touch, moaning.
"Caaas…"
Cas pushed Dean's shirt higher, continuing to tease while simultaneously kissing his way along Dean's flesh until he could replace his fingers with his mouth, tongue teasing over the hardened nub. Dean was squirming beneath him.
"Cas, please!"
Cas chuckled, pressing one last kiss to Dean's chest before moving up so he could look Dean in the eye. Dean's cheeks were flushed, lips red and somehow even fuller than usual from biting back his moans. Now as he saw Cas, he pouted. "Stop teasing."
"You LOVE when I tease."
"I'd love it more if you'd hurry up and fuck me already." Dean's hands were in Cas' hair, clutching handfuls; he pulled Cas down into a deep, bruising kiss. Fuck, could Dean kiss. Right from the start, Cas had been amazed at how good a kisser Dean was. He wondered if those dynamite lips gave him some kind of advantage.
Somehow he brought himself to pull away, arching a brow at Dean's sound of protest. "Hey. I can't fuck you while you have all your clothes on."
"Oh." Dean looked abashed. "Good point." He struggled to sit up, tugging his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. "Better?"
Cas couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "Geez, Dean, you act like we haven't fucked in a year."
"FEELS like it."
"…..Dean…..it's been three days."
"…..so?"
Cas burst into laughter. "So you're insatiable."
"Mm…" Dean slid his arms around Cas' neck, pulling him in for a kiss as he murmured "big word."
Cas smiled. "Get it all from you, English-man."
"Glad I can be of some help." Dean nipped his lip. "Pants off."
"Yes, sir." Cas pulled away, wriggling out of his pants and underthings, then moved to help Dean out of his, though he did that much slower, teasing all the way. As each new inch of skin was revealed, he paused to kiss it, until Dean was squirming.
"Cas." His tone was plaintive, and Cas huffed a laugh.
"Okay, okay." He gave in and pulled the bottoms off all the way, discarding them on the floor beside the bed. "All done."
"Good." Dean gave a little jerk of his chin, smile on his face. "C'mere." Cas immediately obliged, crawling atop Dean so that every inch of their bodies was pressed together. He knew it sounded cheezy, but the mood lighting really did add something.
Dean was looking up at him with an expression he saw so often on the blond's face and had yet to put a name to. It was almost like…reverence. The very word filled Cas with a happiness he had never known and made him blush all over. He kissed Dean softly, then deeper when Dean tugged insistently at his hair in a silent demand for more. Without breaking the kiss, he blindly fumbled for the small bottle of lube that was sitting on the bedside table. He couldn't seem to get his fingers on it.
Dean broke the kiss with an exaggerated sigh. "Must I do EVERYTHING myself?" But it was clear he wasn't really mad. Still, he gave Cas a little shove, pushing him away, and scooted out from under him. Cas had no idea what he was up to, since the table (and thus the lube) was only about a foot away.
But Dean was popping the bottle open and slicking his own fingers, and then, Cas couldn't believe his eyes, the boy was turning his back to Cas, going to his knees, one hand gripping the headboard for support.
"What…..what are you doing?" Cas could barely get the words out. Dean looked over his shoulder, a sexy little smirk on his face.
"I just said….gotta do everything myself." And Cas felt his heart stop as Dean reached his free hand back and pressed two slick fingers into himself.
"Fuck." The word was choked out. "Goddammit, Dean."
"Yeah." The word was a breathless sigh as Dean worked his fingers in and out of himself, stretching and prodding. Fuck. Cas was going to pass out, he was legitimately going to pass out. This was the sexiest fucking thing he had ever seen….outside of actually fucking Dean, of course.
Then Dean must have found his prostate for he cried out, a gasping "oh!" and his hips bucked, rocking back, that gorgeous pink hole tightening about those slim fingers.
That was more than Cas could take. In a flash he had his hands on Dean's ass, running over the smooth flesh. Sensing Cas' intentions, Dean stopped his ministrations.
"You little tease," Cas said. He knew Dean was grinning, even though he couldn't see it. He could feel it somehow. In response, he gave Dean's ass a smack, reveling in the gasp the action elicited. "I'm going to fuck you now. Just like this."
He didn't miss the way Dean shuddered at that statement, miss the desire in his voice as he breathlessly answered "yes."
Cas found the lube discarded in the bedsheets and slicked his cock, wasting no time in pressing into Dean. The blond was now holding the headboard with both hands, and he moaned at the feeling. "Fuck, Cas."
"Yeah." And Cas proceeded to do just that. They had never done it this way before, except for that one time on the desk, which wasn't QUITE the same; honestly they liked being able to see each other's faces. But there was something to be said for the intense, frantic coupling that this position provided. Dean looked impossibly sexy bent over like that, his back arched, the gorgeous muscles moving beneath his skin as he took everything Cas had to give him.
Cas reached around Dean, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him back so that they were pressed together, Dean's back to Cas' stomach. "Feel so good, baby," he whispered in Dean's ear, nuzzling his throat. "So Goddamn good." He took Dean's cock in hand, already weeping precum, and Dean whimpered, head falling back against Cas' shoulder.
"So close," he managed. "Fuck, Cas. Don't stop."
"Won't." He kissed along Dean's jawline. "C'mon, baby. Come for me." He nipped Dean's earlobe and Dean cried out, falling forward, one hand catching himself against the wall. That position again, bent forward, allowed Cas to go deeper, and it only took a few more thrusts, a few more jerks of Dean's cock, before the boy was coming, pounding a fist against the wall. God, he was a sight to see, and though Cas tried to hold back, to prolong the experience, he couldn't, not with Dean feeling and looking so damn good.
When it was done, he realized he was nuzzling a path along Dean's spine, and huffed a laugh. "Sorry."
"Why?" Dean's voice was muffled against his arm; he was still leaning against the wall.
"I bet you wanna sit down." Cas did too, now that he thought about it. Arms around Dean's waist, he leaned back, flopping down on his back on the bed and taking Dean with him.
Dean laughed, surprised and delighted at the sudden relocation, despite the fact that he had landed rather uncomfortably directly on top of Cas. "Dork." He shifted to a more comfortable position beside Cas, head upon his chest.
"Yup." Cas took a deep breath (it was unsurprisingly hard after the workout they had just gotten) and then heaved a sigh. "FUCK."
Dean looked curiously up at him. "What?"
"That was fucking HOT."
Dean burst out laughing. "You think?"
"I know." He shook his head. "I can't believe you fucking fingered yourself."
Dean blushed bright red, averting his eyes. "Yeah….that."
"Dean….that was one of sexiest Goddamn things I've seen in my entire life."
Dean's gaze snapped back up to look at Cas, surprised. "Really?"
Cas nodded. "Most definitely. I mean…..FUCK."
Dean was clearly pleased by this. "Awesome." Cas laughed.
"Such a dork."
"Shut up." The smile on Dean's face was adorable. Cas couldn't help but kiss him. "And you liked that position?"
"Well, I like seeing your face better. But there is DEFINITELY something to be said for that kind of wild sex."
"Oh good." Dean was grinning. "I'm glad we agree."
"Mmm." Cas kissed Dean, smiling. "We most definitely do."
Smiling, Dean gave Cas a soft, lingering kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Cas smiled back. "Happy Valentine's Day."
~tbc~