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Cas has been reading in bed for at least an hour when Dean finally enters their bedroom, Holli following him in tow. He barely peaks above the page of his book, his glasses sitting heavy on his nose, but can’t help the smile that rises as soon as Dean sits down and starts arguing with their dog.
“No, you can’t sleep on the bed. Daddy doesn’t like it, and we agreed if you wanted to sleep in the bedroom with us it’d be next to the bed, not on it,” he goes on, as he attempts to start undressing, the bed dipping on his side where he sits. “And dad agreed with daddy, so that’s the way it gotta be. No, don’t make that face, you know it won’t change anything!”
Cas tries really hard to keep his focus on the book he’s reading, but Dean’s voice is so soft and he’s so adorable that he can’t help but take a couple of peeks at him as Dean continues what really seems like an attempt at negotiating with Holli, and a failed attempt at that. He’s taking his boots off and Holli watches him as if he’s a God.
Truth be told, he could be a greek God. He’s handsome enough in Cas’ book. Not that it matters. Probably. Does it?
“But you can also sleep in the living room, where your actual bed is located,” Dean keeps going, his voice soft but firm, just like the handler taught them.
Holli is still young, they’ve barely had him for 3 months at that point which means he’s gonna hit 6 months in a couple of days. His addition to their life had been a turning point from the moment Dean’s therapist suggested they’d get an ESA, and Cas has been seeing the effects on Dean every day. The two of them are constantly glued together: Dean takes him to work with him at the garage, and handles dog training. Most of the time when Cas gets home, he finds both of them on the couch huddled close, if Dean isn’t out walking him.
Holli is a big part of Dean’s life and by extension Cas’, even if he spends way less time with him than Dean. But there’s a couple of things that everyone has told them they couldn’t let Holli get away with. Which is why they’ve come to a consensus that Holli would only sleep on their bed if Dean experienced a crisis during the night. So far it only happened a couple of times, but Holli still tries almost every night before usually retreating to his bed in the living room.
And he tries again now, offering Dean the best of his puppy eyes. Cas refrains from smiling too wide, well aware that if their dog saw it, Dean’s tentative argument would be done in a flash.
“Dog Holliday Winchester-Novak, I said no,” Dean says, firmly.
Cas can’t help it- he burst out laughing.
That fucking name.
He had let Dean choose, and it was by all means a mistake. ‘Dog Holliday’ was a mouthful on top of an insane pun that Dean had found so funny he had rolled with it, ignoring the fact that having to call their dog with that name all day would be a disaster. But Dean choosing a name was important to Cas, so he let him have it- while subtly starting to use Holli as a nickname. In the end it only took a few days for Dean to adopt it, and he still got to use their dog’s full name as a way to try and establish his authority at 11 at night.
Which doesn’t mean that Cas cannot laugh at him still.
“Great, now you’re undermining my authority by straight-up laughing at me while I’m trying to school the kid,” Dean grumbles as he turns his head to look at him, no real heat behind his words.
“Can you blame me? Look at him! You’re the one who chose that stupid name!” Cas laughs, as Dean rolls his eyes.
Holli woofs happily as he looks at Cas, and Cas finally caves in- he lays his book down on his bedside table and moves to the other side, bending slightly to pet Holli’s head. Their dog huffs happily, even licks at Cas’ palm as a reward after a minute.
Every time they do this, Cas seems to be the one out of the two of them that always manages to calm Holli down and bring him back to his spot in the living room. Dean will try and negotiate his way for 5 minutes, and then Cas will take over. It’s like a dance they’ve been doing for weeks and Cas complies, happy to be integrated into the scheme.
Dean seems to take his cue and starts undressing while Cas takes care of their dog. After a minute or two, Cas manages to coax him into going back to the living room and after petting him one last time (Dean goes as far as kissing Holli’s head because he’s so far gone on their dog- Cas tries to ignore the way it makes him melt) Cas finally closes the door of their bedroom behind him.
“You know, I think we should maybe talk about this with his handler?” Dean says from his side of the bed where he’s finally slipped under the cover while Cas walked Holli to the living room. “Maybe he’s got separation anxiety or something.”
Cas climbs back into bed and immediately plasters himself against Dean’s side, a sigh escaping his lips as Dean’s warmth seeps through his shirt. Dean turns the lights off and wraps his arms around Cas, bringing him impossibly closer.
“You okay?” Dean asks from above him, and Cas can hear the smile from where he’s tucked into Dean's shirt, one of his hands traveling underneath the cotton fabric to rest on his hip bone.
“Missed you,” Cas breathes out, trying not to make such a big deal about how his entire body relaxes into Dean’s embrace, even after months together. “If you think we should bring it up with Terry, just do it. I don’t think he’s suffering from separation anxiety but it’s better to check regardless.”
Dean brushes a kiss against his hairline tenderly. “For the record, I missed you too.”
Cas can’t help the smile that rises on his lips at that.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Dean laughs. “Even if you’re undermining my authority in front of our kid.”
Cas chuckles into Dean’s shirt, breathing him in. He’s had a shit day, which is in part why he’s been holed up in their room all night reading instead of spending time with Dean in the living room. He’s no joy to be around when he gets into one of his moods, and it seems to be something that Dean understands and respects perfectly, leaving him to his quiet whenever it happens.
But this entire interaction with Holli and Dean has been a light into his gloomy mood, and he can’t stop giggling at the way Dean’s face completely lights up as he laughs.
“You were full-naming him! With that stupid name you gave him!”
“It’s not-,”
“I swear to God if you say that’s not a stupid name I will make you sleep on Holli’s bed and he’ll be sleeping in here instead of you,” Cas interrupts him with a wide smile, raising his head to look at Dean.
There’s mirth in Dean’s eyes, and Cas knows they’re headed for a merciless battle. Not that he has any complaints.
“Well, what would my beloved felon boyfriend have named him if I hadn’t stepped in, huh?”
Cas rolls his eyes at that, and Dean’s victorious face is enough to tell him he’s already lost this round.
A few months ago, not long after their last letter debacle, Dean had brought up the fact that opening letters that aren’t addressed to you is actually a felony, and that he could’ve reported Cas to the authorities. Ever since then they’ve been bickering about the fact like an honest to God old married couple, even bringing it up in front of their friends, which always resulted in a massive amount of laughs.
“Will you ever stop?” Cas sighs, burying his head back into Dean’s shirt, and Dean laughs above him, his hand finding his way into Cas’ hair.
“What? Calling you a felon?”
“Uh-uh,” Cas nods, a moan escaping him as Dean starts trailing a hand down the nape of his neck and the expense of his back.
“Why? I think it makes you spicier.”
“Does that mean you think I’m not spicy enough?” he asks, his voice muffled against the fabric of Dean’s shirt where he’s pressed.
Considering the fair amount of sex they’ve been having for weeks, Cas has serious trouble with the idea that he’s somehow “not spicy enough” for Dean.
Dean chuckles above him and suddenly there’s a hand under his chin, tilting his face up, and green eyes boring into his.
Beautiful, stupidly handsome Dean Winchester. The only person in the world able to turn him into a big pile of babbling goo with just a smile.
“It means I think you’re hot, but knowing you’re an outlaw makes you even hotter,” Dean smiles before diving down and capturing Cas’ mouth in a tender kiss.
Cas sighs into Dean’s mouth as he opens to his tongue, and they trade kisses for a while like that, Cas halfway on top of Dean, Dean’s hands resting on the swell of his ass.
“Two times,” he mutters against Dean's lips as they part after a while, Dean’s taste heavy on his lips.
“Mhm?” Dean asks, already chasing Cas’ lips again.
But Cas has other ideas in mind. He places his fingers on Dean’s lips, shaking his head slightly so that their noses brush, an evil smirk dancing on his lips.
“Two times felon, actually.”
Dean cocks an eyebrow at him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Gosh. I really should report this to the competent authorities, huh? You’re a bad boy, Novak.”
Cas dips his finger into Dean’s mouth tentatively, his heartbeat slightly accelerating as Dean’s tongue plays with it, their eyes never wavering from one another.
That fucker.
“I think it makes me spicer, Winchester.”
“Hey, it even rhymes!” Dean says before yelping once Cas decides to straddle his lap and goes to town on his mouth.
They squabble back and forth for a while, their mouths growing heavier on each other before trading lazy handjobs under the covers, whimpering sweet nothing against each other’s skin as they grow closer to their climax.
Sometimes it amazes Cas, how easy sex is between them. Even after all this time, after all the hurt and the missing each other, it still feels like the first time. Dean’s hand on him still trails lines of fire on his skin, and it still feels like riding a fucking comet anytime Dean’s lips find him, his hand quickening and tightening around his rock-hard cock. It takes a lot out of Cas not to rut into Dean’s hand, and he concentrates to do the same to Dean, relishing the moans that fall out of Dean’s lips as he thumbs at the head of his cock.
Cas comes with Dean’s name on his tongue barely a minute after, and Dean follows suit mere seconds after.
Dean gets them cleaned up before climbing back into bed and wrapping himself tightly around Cas, placing a series of kisses on the line of his shoulder before sighing in content as they both bathe in their post-orgasm afterglow.
“You alright?” Dean asks after a while, his breath warm over the skin of Cas’ neck where he’s been pressed for the past 5 minutes, his chest flush against Cas’ naked back. “You’ve been hiding in here all night, I didn’t want to bother you. But you know you can talk to me, right?”
Cas closes his eyes, a smile grazing his lips and warmth expanding through his chest where Dean’s hands are tracing nonsensical patterns.
He loves him so much that sometimes it feels like he’s about to collapse.
“Just a bad day. Nothing to report.”
And it’s true. He went to NA earlier this afternoon because he felt like shit. His editor over at LJ World busted his balls about a deadline that he kept pushing, rightfully so. He’s growing tired of his job and once again considering another career path with no idea where to go.
But right now tightly wrapped into Dean’s arms, his body pressed against Dean’s, he doesn’t find the energy to care about any of it. Instead, he finds Dean’s hand and laces their fingers together.
“Okay. You’d tell me though? If something was happening?”
Cas shivers as Dean’s lips graze the bolt of his jaw, pressing a kiss into the tender flesh there, and he squeezes Dean’s hand tighter inside of his.
“Of course.”
“Mhm,” Dean smiles into his skin, pressing one last kiss into the crook of his neck before tucking his face against his back, ready to fall asleep. “Okay. I’m here regardless.”
Cas brings Dean’s hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles before closing his eyes in turn, breathing in. Dean is warm behind him, his presence a much-needed reassurance. The weeks may go by but this never changes.
“Am I still a felon in your book?” He asks jokingly, and he can almost feel the curve of Dean’s smile where his mouth is pressed against the slope of his shoulder blade.
“Yeah, because you also stole my stupid heart,” he says after a minute, his voice slurry and already heavy with sleep. “Go to sleep, babe.”
Cas hums into the quiet of their room. “Love you.”
This time, Cas can feel the smile on Dean’s face where he brushes a kiss in between his shoulders.
“I love you too. Sleep, multi-felony idiot.”
Cas would laugh if he still had the energy, but being a multi-felony boyfriend apparently demands a lot of energy. He sinks into sleep completely content, lulled by Dean wrapped around him like a koala, and the sound of Holli no doubt turning their living room into chaos, like a lullaby.
They can deal with it tomorrow. They’ve got time.