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Warm sunlight is streaming through the thin curtains when Dean slowly starts to stir in the morning. He slowly peels his eyes open, his mind even less of a fan of mornings than his body, and he has a minor freak-out when he doesn't immediately recognize the room that he's in. It only takes a moment for the memories of the night before to come rushing back to him, Cassie Cas. Dinner. Pie. And then some of the best sex of his life. And then some of the best conversation.
He can't help but smile to himself as he's on his side snuggled deep inside the dark green comforter that the two of them had put on the bed last night after making a complete mess of the first one. After they had eaten the snacks that Cas had brought up from the kitchen they had ended up cuddling and talking until they fell asleep somewhere around 1 or 2 in the morning.
He has no idea what time it is now, but his bladder is screaming and it's decently bright in the room, so he assumes it's probably around 9 am. The problem is he's so comfortable with at least some part of Cas warmly pressed up against his back that he doesn't want to get up just yet and ruin what they have going.
After a few minutes he stretches and groans in the warm blankets, his naked body brushing against the soft sheets as his joints protest the movement. His back is sore and so is his ass and he would bet he probably has bruises on his hips from Cas's strong hands on him from their activities. He's tired and he could definitely use some coffee for his head and a couple Advil for his achy joints wouldn't be a bad idea either.
He closes his eyes for a few moments, half trying to ingrain every detail from the night before into his memory and half trying to fall back to sleep for a few more minutes but the pressure in his abdomen just won't go away. Relenting, he gives into his bladder and decides that it's time to get up. He goes to slide away from Cas and suddenly feels movement behind him before a solid mass drapes across his side.
"Just gonna hit the head," he says as he reaches his hand up to touch Cas's arm and is met with something … furry? He turns his head to see exactly what is lying on him and he's met with … a cat? Does Cas even HAVE a cat? Did he MENTION a cat? When did that happen and why the hell isn't he sneezing?
"Hey buddy," he whispers as he pushes his hand through the critter's short black fur. "Where'd your dad go?" he asks in a high-pitched voice that he almost doesn't even recognize. The ball of fur doesn't respond; it's golden eyes intently staring back at him as it starts purring and kneading against his side.
He lets the cat do its thing for a minute before the pressure of his bladder is almost unbearable - especially with the added weight of his new friend who has happily climbed on top of him - so he finally worms his way out from underneath it and slips out of the bed. His bare feet hit the soft carpet, and he stretches once more, noting the new aches in his body that he hadn't noticed while he was lying down and then tries not to limp or groan as he pads his way to the en suite.
The first thing Dean does is empty his bladder - which takes him at least a full thirty seconds. He finds himself giggling to himself as he thinks 'evacuation complete' when he finally reaches the end of the stream. "God I'm an idiot," he sighs with a grin to the empty room, his voice echoing in the marble tiled space.
He turns to the sink to wash his hands and takes a good look at himself in the mirror. He has creases on his face and hair is fucked and he could use a shave but otherwise he doesn't look too bad. He sees the mark that Cas sucked onto the ridge of his neck while he was taking him from behind. Next, he notices the faint purple marks on his hip bone and then bends to look at the marks on his thighs. These are gonna be here for days he thinks as he smiles to himself before he reaches for the small towel on the sink and dries his hands.
He then steps out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom and notices the t-shirt and sweats laid out at the bottom of the bed that he can only assume are for him. God this guy is perfect.
Dean pulls on the t-shirt, a vintage Beatles Abbey Road, and then pulls the soft gray sweats over his ass. Huh. He and Cas are damn near the same size. He then gingerly leans down and picks up the cat who is now rubbing figure eights around his calves.
"C'mon little one, let's go find your dad," he says as he moves towards the door. When he steps out into the hall, he realizes he can hear music wafting up the stairs - something symphonic and beautiful - along movement coming from somewhere downstairs.
Taking a breath, Dean tiptoes down the stairs with Cas's cat in his arms - still kinda shocked that he isn't sneezing - and goes to find Castiel. When he reaches the landing, he lets his nose do the leading and he follows the scent of breakfast towards the back of the house where he can hear the soft music coming from a speaker along with Cas humming along from what Dean can only assume is the kitchen.
"Good morning," Cas grins at him when appears in the doorway from where he stands barefoot in front of his stove cooking with nothing on but a pair of plain black boxers and a navy-blue fluffy bathrobe that he hasn't even bothered to tie shut. His hair is all over the place and he looks a little tired, but Dean can't take his eyes off of him. He thought he looked good last night, but seeing him like this? … Damn.
"Morning," Dean returns.
"I said I see you've met Jack," Cas says as he motions to the animal still in Dean's arms.
"Oh. Yeah," Dean huffs out a laugh as he takes a look at the cat before he sets him down and watches as he runs to rub against the back of Cas's legs before he goes to his food bowl. "He was practically sleeping on top of me when I woke up."
"Sorry about that. I didn't even think to ask if you were even a cat guy. But if I'd shut the door without him in the bedroom, he'd've just pawed at the door and cried until he woke you up and made you open the door for him."
"Huh. Sounds like Sammy," Dean lets out a small chuckle as he watches the ball of fur crunching away at his breakfast.
Dean watches as Cas moves to the coffee maker and pulls down a mug for him and pours him a cup. Cas then returns to him and hands him the warm drink with a soft smile. Dean takes in the man standing before him, his blue eyes, his full lips and then his eyes land on the mark he sucked onto Cas's skin last night just above his right nipple when he came. Oh, fuck yes, he thinks as he remembers his mouth on that skin, the way his tongue played with his nipple while Cas's hand stroked him through to completion.
The smell of Castiel's body wash mixed with the scent of his cologne and his musk ... He's so lost in thought that he misses the first time Cas says something to him and jumps when Cas says his name a little louder.
"Dean."
"Sorry. What?"
Cas chuckles. "I asked if you wanted some," he says as he offers him a piece of bacon from where it's sitting on a paper towel covered plate while he flips eggs in a pan.
"Oh. Yeah, that'd be great," Dean smiles as he comes around the side of Cas and reaches for a slice.
"Where did you go just now?" Cas grins as Dean's hand pauses just over the plate.
Dean can feel his face getting red. "I, uh, I was just thinking."
"About what?"
Dean contemplates for a moment. "About this," he says as he reaches up and drags the back of his index finger along the purple mark on Castiel's chest.
"Oh," Cas sighs as Dean watches his skin begin to prickle under his fingertip.
"Yeah," Dean breathes as he grabs a piece of bacon off of the plate and pops it into his mouth, the saltiness a shock to his system, and the moan that comes out of his mouth earns him a look from Cas.
After a moment Cas clears his throat. "I'm glad to see that they fit," he says, motioning towards Dean's outfit. "I figured we were about the same size."
Dean smirks. "Yeah. Everything fits great," he says as he gives Cas a wink, innuendo definitely meant. "And I do mean everything."
Cas shakes his head. "Such a tease."
Dean leans in and wraps his arms around Cas's waist and props his chin up on Castiel's shoulder and whispers in his ear, "I'm not a tease if I fully plan to give it up."
"Oh really?"
"Mmmm," Dean nods. "I was checking out that shower you have in your bathroom upstairs. I'm confident we could both fit in there."
"I guess we'll just have to try it out and see," Cas turns and smiles and gives Dean a small peck on the lips before getting back to breakfast.
"So, anything I can help with?" Dean asks after he steps back and takes a sip from his mug.
"You could make some toast," Cas offers, motioning to the toaster.
"Yeah, sure," Dean nods as he moves down the counter. "Where's the bread?"
Cas point to the pantry and Dean nods. He makes his way to the pantry and pulls open the door, mentally noting how clean and organized everything is in Cas's house. He grabs the bread and closes the door before he heads back to the toaster on the counter.
"How dark do you like it?" he asks as he puts a couple slices into the machine.
"Not burnt," Cas returns.
"Easy enough," Dean laughs as he sets the dial and pushes down the handle. He takes a moment to look around the kitchen, taking in the light counters and the dark green cabinets along with the gold fixtures.
The first two slices pop up and by the time the second two are ready Cas has brought two plates with the bacon and eggs over from the stove to the island in the middle of the kitchen for them to sit and eat.
"You really like green," Dean comments as he pops another piece of bacon into his mouth.
"What makes you say that?" Castiel questions, his head cocked to the side.
"It's all green," Dean motions to the room. "Your bedroom walls are green, both of your comforters …"
Cas nods as he stares at Dean. "Your eyes are green."
"Yeah," Dean nods.
"So, yeah, I guess you could say that I like the color green. Even more so now."
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Cas." Dean smiles as he breaks contact and looks down at his plate and feels the burn in his cheeks.
They sit side-by-side, quietly, comfortably, eating their breakfast for a few minutes before Cas turns to Dean.
"So, what should I tell Meg when she asks how our date went?"
Dean pauses mid-chew. "What?"
"Meg," Castiel repeats. "Should I tell her the truth that you didn't have a clue that you asked me out or should I not tell her?"
"That's up to you, man," Dean says after he runs his tongue along his top teeth. "I don't want her to feel bad or anything. I mean, it was an honest mistake. But you obviously know her better than I do so I'm going to leave that up to you."
Cas nods as he plays in the egg yolk with his fork, seemingly deep in thought.
"God Charlie is going to have a field day with this," Dean chuckles.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's the one who got your number from Meg, I didn't ask her directly. So, this whole week she's been up my ass about us not texting and she was at my place yesterday hyping me up about how I might get laid."
"Oh, well you can certainly tell her she was right in that department," Cas chuckles.
"Yeah," Dean grins. "On one hand this whole situation is so fucked up and on the other, it's totally awesome."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I mean if we were lesbians I would already be on the phone renting the U-Haul."
Cas laughs so hard he chokes on his coffee. "Guess I should go have a key made and start clearing you out space in the closet."
"Works for me," Dean grins.
"Alright then we should probably clean up and get to Lowe's. We can get some boxes and I'm sure they have one of those key making things."
Dean chuckles. "But seriously, what's next?"
"I didn't have anything planned for the day, so you tell me."
"I should probably let Charlie know that I'm alive at some point but other than that, I'm free. As long as I get to work on time tomorrow so Bobby doesn't kick my ass, I should be good."
"I think we can manage that."
After breakfast they stand side-by-side at the sink doing the dishes. Dean washes while Cas dries and puts them away since he knows where everything goes. They make small talk, chatting about random stuff, favorite songs and the ease of the way they move around each other noticed by both of them.
"What do you say we get ready and we go out for the day?" Dean proposes. "Or if you want, we could flop down on your couch and watch trashy TV until you're tired of me and kick me out."
"Sounds good to me," Cas nods. "Now about that shower …"
The hot water feels awesome against Dean's skin and as does Cas's hands - but they always feel incredible. He's gotta leave for work in fifteen minutes and he's almost certain that he's going to be late. Again.
Bobby had warned him last week that the next time he was late he was going to have to stay after and organize every workstation. Every. Workstation. No fucking thank you. Especially since he's going out for a drink with Charlie after his shift.
"Ugh," Dean groans. "Babe we gotta speed this up cause I am NOT missing my girl's night with Charlie because you can't keep your hands off my ass for five minutes."
"But it's such a nice ass," Cas grins as he nips at Dean's shoulder before wraps his arm around his waist to take him into his hand.
"Fuck," Dean sighs as he drops his head back onto Castiel's shoulder and relaxes into him as Cas jerks him off in long solid strokes.
"I mean, if you really want to risk it …" Cas says and latches on to the back of Dean's neck.
Dean moans at the thought of Cas inside him. But he can't be late again. He can't. "Can you get us both off in five minutes or less?" he hears his mouth betray him.
"Dean," Cas practically growls. "I'm always up for a challenge," he says as he presses his rock-hard dick against Dean's ass.
Dean contemplates for a few seconds, trying to work out the math as to how late he could leave and still make it to work on time. Fuck it. If he's late - it'll be worth it. He reaches for the bottle of water safe lube that is kept on the shelf in front of him and hands it back to Cas.
"Have at it big boy," he says as he reaches back and smacks Cas's ass and then presses his crossed arms against the tile in front of him and leans forward, resting his forehead on his arms as he pushes his ass out for Cas.
"Jesus," Cas sighs.
Dean hears the pump of the lube bottle a couple of times and then Cas is pressing into him hard and fast.
"Oh fuck," Dean breathes when Cas's hands land on his hips and he begins fucking into him as if his life depended on it.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the stall, along with grunts and moans from both men until Cas's hips start to stutter and he drives in deep, pressing into Dean while pulling him closer by his hips and Dean can feel Cas throbbing inside of him as he bites into his shoulder.
With his chest still heaving, Cas wraps his arms around to Dean's front and pulls him up so that his back is against his chest before he begins jerking him again. It doesn't take long before Dean feels the coil tightening in his abdomen.
"I - I - fuck," Dean grunts as Cas twists his wrist just the way he likes sending him over the edge and he spills onto the tiled floor of the shower.
He leans back against his boyfriend and sighs as he tries to get his heart rate under control.
"Pretty sure I have two minutes left," Cas says smugly.
"Fuck off," Dean laughs as he quickly rewashes his ass and rinses in the spray before he turns off the water. He reaches for a towel for each of them an begins drying himself off before he steps out of the stall.
Once relatively dry Dean reaches for his phone and sees that he has about three minutes to get dressed and grab everything he needs before he heads out the door otherwise, he's really going to be late - and that doesn't account for traffic.
He pulls on his clothes as quickly as possible; the fabric sticking to his still moist skin, and then he slides his feet into his Carolinas without bothering to lace them because time is money at this point. He then goes back into the bathroom and quickly kisses Cas goodbye.
"Call you later?"
"Yeah," Cas smiles.
"I love you."
"Love you too. Let me know how late you're going to be tonight and if you're too smashed call me and I can come pick you up."
"Yes daddy," Dean salutes.
"Dean," Cas says seriously, an edge to his voice. "Keep that up and you won't make it into work today at all."
"Sorry daddy," Dean smirks as he heads out of the bedroom. He hears Cas mumbling something about being a brat, but he doesn't catch the whole thing before he's down the steps.
He grabs his keys from the tray on the table beside the door and heads out to Baby. So, he may have broken a few speed limit laws, but he makes it to work with a minute and a half to spare. Hey, on time is on time.
Bobby catches him at the door and gives Dean a knowing look. "Glad to see you could make it in today."
"Hey, I'm on time. I told Cas I had plans with Charlie tonight so I couldn't be late again."
"Guess I'll have to thank that boyfriend of yours when I see him again. Nice hickey though," he says as he jerks his head towards Dean's neck.
"Uh -"
"If any of the customers say anything just tell them you burned yourself with your curling iron."
"Fuck you Bobby," Dean laughs as he makes his way to the break room to trade out his keys, wallet and phone for a blue-gray jumpsuit and safety glasses. He smiles when he opens his locker and finds a little surprise waiting for him on the top shelf. "Cas," he sighs with a smile.
Dean walks into The Roadhouse after work and finds Charlie already sitting at a table towards the back of the room near the windows. She pipes up when she sees him and waves.
"Your majesty," he half-bows when he gets close enough for her to hear him over the jukebox blaring Cherry Pie. "You pick the music?"
"Good evening handmaiden," she grins before offering him a seat, a pitcher of beer and an empty cup are already sitting in front of his spot on the table. "And maybe."
"Figures," Dean chuckles. "It's been a while since I've seen you," Dean mentions as he pours himself a drink.
"Yeah, well, I've been busy draining the accounts of billionaires -"
Dean looks up from his drink but doesn't say anything.
"And you've been up Castiel's ass … or has he been up yours?" she looks at him questioning. "You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."
Dean chuckles. "Sorry Red. It's just things with Cas … they're just …"
"I get it," Charlie nods. "I do Dean, really. You guys are still in that honeymoon phase where everything is magical and rainbows and puppies."
"Yeah," Dean nods. "Yeah, it's great."
"I'm glad. Being happy looks good on you dude."
"Thanks," Dean grins. "Speaking of honeymoons," Dean says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box and sets it on the table in front of Charlie.
"No way," Charlie breathes as she picks up the box and opens it, seeing a filigree gold band inside. "No fucking way."
"I know you probably think it's too soon but -"
"Too soon? Dean. It's been two years. It's about time you got your head out of your ass and locked that down."
Dean chuckles. "Maybe."
"I so happy for you," Charlie beams as she reaches out for a hug. "You have to let me plan the bachelor party."
"You'll have to fight Sammy for that one."
"Eh," she shrugs. "I can take him."
"Sure," Dean laughs before he takes a drink.
"And I bet Gabriel is planning Cas's."
"Probably."
"It might've been a mistake introducing the two of them."
"You're definitely right about that one," Dean laughs.
Charlie strums her fingers on the table before she picks up the box and inspects the ring.
"It was Bobby's," Dean offers.
"Really?"
"Yeah. He had it sized and gave it to me at work today."
"It's pretty."
"Yeah, it is."
"So how are you planning on doing it?"
"So, I was thinking," Dean says as they're tangled up in each other's arms the following Saturday morning. "It's been a while since we've gone out just the two of us."
"Yeah?" Cas says as he turns to get a good look at Dean's face.
"Would you want to get dinner tonight? Maybe catch a movie afterwards? The new Gladiator is showing."
"Dean. Are you asking me out so you can have an excuse to drool over Pedro Pascal for a few hours?"
"Maybe," Dean smirks.
"Oh my god you're insufferable."
"So, is that a yes?"
"Yes," Cas chuckles. "I have a lesson at three but I'm free after that."
"Awesome," Dean grins.
The ring is burning a hole in Dean's pocket. Dinner was absolutely amazing, and the movie was even better and now Cas thinks that Dean is driving them back to their house, but he has other plans.
When he turns into the parking lot of 3.14 he thinks Cas might be a little suspicious, but he doesn't say anything - he just gives him a questioning look.
"What?" Dean tries to play offended.
"Dean, you can't possibly be hungry now."
"Don't judge. You know I love this place."
"Oh, I'm judging."
"Shut up," Dean laughs as he playfully smacks Cas in the chest. "You coming in or waiting here?"
Cas sighs. "I'm coming in."
"Atta boy," Dean grins as opens his door and moves around Baby to help Cas out of the car.
"Well hello gentlemen," a familiar face greets them when they walk in the door.
"Evening Missouri," Castiel smiles as they walk up to the counter.
"How's the night treating you boys?"
"Pretty great," Dean responds.
"Good," Missouri smiles. "So, what can I get for you?"
"Uh, why don't you go ahead Sunshine," Dean offers to Cas. "I'm not really sure what I want yet."
"You mean you don't know which six to narrow it down to?" Castiel teases.
"You know it," Dean grins back at him before he looks down and shakes his head.
Dean waits while Cas orders, pretending to be too interested in the pie case than what he and Missouri are talking until they're finished and then he offers to wait for the pies while Cas finds them a table.
"Did you make up your mind yet?" Missouri asks in a soft voice when she sees Dean with a somewhat worried look on his face.
"Actually, yeah," Dean answers as he slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out the ring and inconspicuously slides it over to Missouri. "I was hoping I could put in a special request."
Missouri's eyes light up when she sees the ring on the counter. "I can definitely do that for you Dean."
"Where's the pie?" Cas asks when Dean comes to sit with him at their table by the window without the tray in his hands.
"Oh," Dean shrugs as he tries to play it cool, his heart hammering in his chest. "Missouri said she had a fresh apple coming out of the oven, so she was just gonna get me a slice of that instead of the one that's been sitting in the case."
"Well, that was nice of her."
"Yeah," Dean nods.
His hands feel clammy, and he feels like he's about to pass out but he's also so fucking excited he almost can't stand it. He'd planned this two ways, in case Cas had decided to stay in the car, but now that it's happening? Holy shit.
"So where do you see yourself in five years Cas?" he asked as he tried to sound casual.
"What?" Castiel asks, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. "Is this a theoretical question or -?"
"No," Dean shakes his head as he takes Castiel's hands in his. "I really want to know where you see yourself in five years."
As if she was psychic, Missouri comes to their table right then and sets the tray down, a single slice of pecan sitting between them, with the ring perched perfectly on the crust and then quietly walks back behind the counter.
"Dean?"
"Because I see myself curled up on the couch with you watching shitty TV. I see us taking vacations to the beach with our toes in the sand and little umbrellas in our drinks … I see us planning for a family. I see - I see you, Cas. You 'n me."
"Dean -" Cas sighs as Dean takes a deep breath and slides off of his chair and onto his knee, sitting up tall as he stares into Cas's blue eyes.
"Marry me Sweetheart. Will you marry me?"
"Of course," Cas answers softly as his eye fill with tears. "Of course I'll marry you."
Dean takes the ring off of the pie with a shaky hand and manages to slide the ring onto Castiel's finger.
"I love you," Dean whispers before Cas places his hands on the sides of Deans face and leans in and kisses him.
"I love you too," Cas breathes with a smile against his lips before he kisses Dean again.
They sit quiet for a moment, basking in the afterglow, Cas examining how the ring looks on his finger as Dean sits back and watches in awe, before Cas looks up at him concerned.
"What?" Dean asks, suddenly worried.
"Did you really not order any pie?"
"Yes, he did," Missouri answers from behind the counter. "He got eight."
"Eight?"
"I'm just sampling."
"You sure you wanna marry into this?" Missouri goads as she brings over a second tray loaded with Dean's slices of pie.
"Unfortunately," Cas grins back at her.
"Suit yourself," she shrugs. "That's on the house tonight, by the way. Congratulations boys," she tells them before she turns back to the counter.
"Thanks Missouri," Dean says before he turns back to his fiancé. "What do you think about wedding pie instead of a wedding cake?"