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It’s amazing what the short walk up from the kitchen to Dean’s bedroom seems to do to both of them. If they were excited before, it starts feeling overwhelming the closer to a bed they come. Dean starts feeling heated, heart pumping, and fucking hell he’s already hard by the time Cas rounds on him in the bedroom.
“God, Dean,” he murmurs, eyes dark as they rove over Dean’s thrumming body.
“You’re too far away,” Dean counters, even though Cas still has him by the hand.
The smirk Cas gives him makes Dean fucking weak in the knees and in the next moment he finds himself pressed up against the wall next to the still open bedroom door.
Hands fly over bodies, groping, touching, and they breathe in a shared space, keeping eye-contact as arousal pumps through their bodies. Dean’s head swims when he sees the clear desire shining out of Cas’ infinitely blue eyes. Fucking hell, Cas looks as if he has never seen anything or anyone as marvelous and Dean doesn’t know what to do with himself.
He bucks when Cas puts both hands on his ass, squeezing. It makes him arch his back at the same time as Cas thrusts against him. And fuck, Cas is so hard. The feeling of that straining bulge makes Dean gasp and he hugs Cas closer, desperate to feel more.
Thighs go between thighs, pressing against crotches and Dean moans when pleasure washes through him on erupting waves, carried by his rapid heartbeat. Every limb, every corner of his damned body, tingles with pleasure and he grits his teeth against pitiful sounds. Cas sees and grins, leaning in as they grind against each other.
“Let it out,” he growls, lips against Dean’s. “I want to hear your pleasure.”
A pulse goes through Dean, arousal damn near stabbing him, and then he has pulled Cas into a kiss. He eagerly licks into the other man’s mouth, cradling his face as Cas more or less hikes Dean’s body up on his thigh, supporting him as much as the wall does.
Their clothes are a nuisance but Dean can’t break away to save his fucking life. He happily yields to Cas, letting him take over the kiss, tongues tangling as he moves against Dean’s body in a mockery of sex. Their crotches rub together, dicks hot and hard, trapped in their pants, and fuck the sensation alone is enough to have Dean see stars.
The way Cas touches him, how he kisses and how he guides their movements, are too fucking good for Dean to stay clear in the head. Instead, he succumbs to pleasure, greedy for how it feels to have Cas frotting against him like this. They grind their hips in sinuous curves, Cas’ hands on Dean’s ass and lower back and Dean’s hands on Cas’ neck and side. He can damn near feel Cas’ own racing pulse and Dean fucking loves the effect he clearly has on a man like Cas.
It’s intoxicating, knowing how much Cas desires him and understanding it not only because he has listened to Cas’ words but also to feel it directly like this. It makes his head swim and he kind of forgets himself until Cas breaks off the kiss.
Oh yeah, he needs to breathe. That’s a fucking thing humans do sometimes.
Gasping lamely, he thumps his head back against the wall, body trembling and dick jumping. He can feel how much precome he has already leaked and fucking hell, standing here against the wall with Cas pressing against him Dean thinks he might just come like this.
The wine they drank before, combined with the heartfelt conversations is making him damn emotional and somehow that translates into pure and carnal desperation for this man. Unadulterated need courses through him and when Cas bends in to kiss against Dean’s neck, he puts a hand on the back of Cas’ head, holding him there.
“Yeah,” he gasps, raising one leg to try and hook it on Cas’ hip. “Fuck, yeah.”
Cas groans at the new angle, grabbing Dean’s thigh and holding him in place so that they can press together as fresh waves of pleasure pump through them. At this rate Cas won’t be inside Dean tonight either but Dean doesn’t fucking care. All he wants is to experience this kind of pleasure with Cas and knowing his feelings for Dean, there will probably be more chances in the future. Dean will make damn sure of it.
He grunts when he first feels Cas’ teeth scarping against his skin. A thrill goes through him, not at the thought of being bitten, but because Cas seems riled up enough that he simply has to bite Dean a little and Dean likes to think that hasn’t happened all that often to Cas.
“Do it,” he whimpers, hugging Cas as close as humanly possible. Between them, he feels Cas’ cock twitching hard.
Cas groans, licking and nipping for a moment but Dean doesn’t have to ask him again. Between one heartbeat and another, Cas has sunk his teeth in against the skin on Dean’s shoulder. Or what he can reach while Dean is still in his shirt. One button has been popped and Dean can’t for the life of him remember if he did that when he got home or if Cas has done that now but it doesn’t fucking matter right now.
His eyes fly open when the pain registers and he gasps, more out of pain than pleasure, but there’s still something enjoyable there, he’s willing to admit. Might be the fake danger or, more probable, the way Cas responds to having Dean’s skin between his teeth.
He moans, a deep and guttural, primal sound, and his whole body jerks. Fuck yeah, if this is how much he likes a little love bite like this, then Dean can’t wait to open his legs and have Cas go to fucking town on his ass and inner thighs. Because fuck, while Dean can attest to some enjoyment bordering on light pleasure after the sting has subsided a little, Cas seems fucking ecstatic.
It ramps up Dean’s pleasure more than anything and he thrusts out, catching Cas mid-roll so that their lower bodies smash together. With that, the pace increases. Dean’s breathing is ragged and he looks up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom without seeing it. Cas keeps biting here and there, licking forgivingly afterwards and they move faster and faster against each other. Bodies thrumming, dicks throbbing, Dean feels his hole twitch and his balls draw tighter.
It’s building and building, so fast, so intense. Dean’s whole body feels desperate and raw, yearning for the release he knows is inevitable at this point. He won’t stop now, can’t stop. And he wants it, fuck how he wants it, needs to tip over the edge. He’s there too, body rolling, hot and sweaty in his clothes, held so tightly by Cas who simply seems unable to let go of Dean. Fucking hell it’s coming, building, forcing its way through his body.
And then, suddenly, Cas raises his head to rasp in an absolutely fucking wrecked voice.
“Dean,” right up against Dean’s damn ear too. “Follow me.”
There’s no fucking way Dean won’t and not only because he wants it more than anything he has ever wanted, but because his body simply yields to Cas’ command like he was damn well born to follow this man.
It only takes one or two more thrusts, a handful more presses together, and then they’re body emptying inside their pants. Groaning and panting, they shake together, clinging to one another as pleasure washes through them.
Dean comes harder than he thought he would, definitely harder than he has ever done in his pants before and fuck, he hasn’t done that in about twenty years. But fucking hell, standing here and making out with Cas, letting the man fulfill his kink, Dean has never felt such raw desire, such potent need before and he revels in that as he comes down from his high. Standing there, slumped against the wall and clinging to Cas who leans heavily against Dean, panting, Dean can only grin widely.
Fuck yeah, Cas loves him too and if Dean had any doubts before, they sure as fuck have all vanished now.
*****
A year later finds Cas fully moved in and completely integrated into Dean’s life. By now he has all of his things stored away in Dean’s house, either among Dean’s things or out in the garage. Truthfully he hadn’t had too many pieces of furniture but Dean had deemed what little he brought as important seeing as Cas was willing to use his last damn money to pay for a storage unit rather than give these things up.
Now Dean smiles every time he walks past that little dresser or when he sees the knickknacks from Cas’ previous life on the shelves next to Dean’s books and potted plants. Not to mention how fucking right it feels to have Cas’ clothes take up half of the wardrobe or seeing his toothbrush in the bathroom upstairs.
Cas, for his part, seems stoked to simply be a part of Dean’s life and he’s absolutely thriving in his new environment. Already at the beginning of the new year Bobby had come to Cas, asking him to start working fulltime, mostly in part because Bobby had recognized by now that he truly needed the help but also because business is suddenly booming and the demand warrants more work.
“It’s because the clients have gotten a look at Cas,” dad jokes when Dean proudly tells Sammy and his dad about Bobby offering Cas a job for real. “They all wanna have a reason to swing by and see him. You better keep an eye on your man.”
It’s all in good fun but Dean starts making sure to come over to Singer Auto once in a while anyway, to make sure to mark his territory if nothing else. Or visit his boyfriend pseudo-uncle at work, nothing fucking weird with that.
“I think it’s cute,” Lisa says while Benny and Garth laugh at Dean’s flustered expression.
“Never really saw you as a jealous lover, though?” Jo asks to which Lisa nods.
But Dean shakes his head. “Guess I never really had someone I was this afraid of losing before.”
It’s kind of scary admitting that out loud but it’s the truth. Cas means so much more to Dean than he can even put to words and he feels kind of ridiculous in his devotion but it’s not as if he can fucking help himself.
“I say good for you,” Crowley smirks when they discuss this over lunch. “And who can bloody blame you? He seems like a whole ass snack.”
Not just Cas’ looks, but also his personality seems to have captivated Dean’s favorite colleague. The first time they’d met, Crowley had taken it upon himself to introduce himself as Dean’s work husband, clearly looking to see if he could get a rise out of Cas.
But Cas, fucking bless him, had only grinned, shaking Crowley’s hand. “Good,” he’d said. “I can rest easier knowing Dean has someone who can take care of him when I’m not around.”
Crowley’s eyes had twinkled in that mischievous way that always has Dean on edge.
“Bold words.”
Cas had shrugged. “Well I already know you’re both protective and resourceful since you went through the effort of looking me up to see if I would be good enough for Dean.” He’d grinned at Crowley’s surprised face. “Even if most of that information is public knowledge.”
“I commend you for not feeling violated,” Crowley had said, looking at Dean. Yeah, that had been one of Dean’s main concerns and why he’d been so nervous to tell Cas about having Crowley do that. Not because he’d thought Cas would be mad, since it doesn’t really seem to be in Cas’ nature to get easily angered. But he himself had felt that it had been a violation of Cas’ privacy and he’d kind of hated himself for doing that in the first place. But Cas had a different point of view.
“Please,” he’d told Crowley. “Dean did what he had to in order to protect both his heart and his house. It was the right thing to do. I was a stranger living on the streets and he was about to invite me into his life. I hope I would have acted the same.”
And from that day on Crowly and Cas have started becoming friends, even going so far as chatting online without Dean. Something that makes Dean a little nervous because sometimes it feels as if his fake husband and real boyfriend are maybe conspiring against him to do something stupid like surprise him with a party or a trip. Or a throuple suggestion, but fuck if Dean will share Cas.
In any case Dean is fucking stoked how well Cas fits into his life and now, a year later, they have spent a week preparing for the annual Fourth of July party and Dean stands in their bedroom contemplating changing the sheets.
If there’s one thing he loves more than the crisp feeling of sleeping in clean sheets it’s being absolutely destroyed by Cas on clean sheets. Fuck yeah, Dean gets himself worked up even thinking about it and he’s on his way over to the linen closet before he can talk himself out of it.
He has time for it anyway and last he saw Cas was busy out in the shed looking over the fireworks. The party isn’t for another few hours and they have done their best to prepare everything — together so nothing has felt stressed like last year — so there’s very little left to do except the last minute things and showering.
Just to be extra fucking cute because Dean is like that sometimes, he brings out the first matching bed clothing they bought together. It’s simple with a square pattern in blue and green on one side and a calming beige on the other side. Nothing special but still the best Dean has ever seen and he smiles to himself as he puts it on his nightstand before turning to the bed to pull a pillow closer to begin removing the pillowcase.
“Here you are.”
Dean jumps when Cas is suddenly behind him, arms coming around him to hug him from behind as Cas hooks his chin over Dean’s shoulder.
“Wear a fucking bell,” Dean hisses, heart thumping.
Cas chuckles. “What are you up to? I thought we were going to take a shower.”
Fuck yeah, Dean loves showering with Cas. It doesn’t always have to lead to something sexy, sometimes it’s just good to be under the hot water, sliding together and washing off each other. But often it leads to lazy grinding and quick make-out sessions and Dean fucking loves that too.
“I just thought I’d change the sheets quickly,” he answers, holding up his pillow.
Cas hums and Dean presses back a little, loving the sound. “Is that necessary? Knowing what I want to do to you tonight they’ll be dirty again in no time. We can change them together tomorrow.”
“Tonight?” Dean murmurs, wriggling his ass a little against Cas’ crotch. “Or…?”
“What’s this now, darling?” Cas rumbles, hands flexing on Dean’s body, massaging and definitely making Dean’s pulse pump faster. “Are you more eager than I expected? How…” he kissed under Dean’s ear. “Slutty.”
Dean groans, craning his head back, eyes shut. “I feel so fucking delicate,” he breathes, rubbing his back against Cas’ chest. “In your hands.”
“Because you are,” Cas murmurs, kissing the side of Dean’s neck, lightly so as not to leave marks for tonight when they have friends and family over but fuck how Dean wants him to bite down hard. “You’re my precious little slut, you know that.”
With the marks Cas usually likes to leave Dean has no doubts and hasn’t had them since they got together. Cas is devoted in his affection to Dean and readily displays both his desires and love for Dean, both publicly and when they’re alone. For one, the house and the yard have never looked so good, but the fact that Cas loves to take care of their home is definitely not the only way he shows how much Dean means to him.
It’s in all the little things, like remembering how Dean likes his coffee or picking up one of those cheesy romance novels Dean likes to pretend he doesn’t love to read. All of that combined with the bigger things is what makes Cas special and Dean does his damndest to reciprocate not because he feels obligated to prove himself but because he wants to see Cas as happy as Cas makes him.
And then, fuck, then there’s the sex. Where sometimes it’s sweet and loving, slow and sensual. And sometimes it’s raw and unadulterated and Cas calls Dean a dirty slut, pushes him down roughly and bites Dean’s inner thighs to the point of bruising before fucking Dean within an inch of his damn life.
Dean honestly doesn’t know which one is best and simply feels damn blessed he can get both. And judging by how rough Cas’ touches are right now, Dean is pretty sure which version he is about to get and fuck yeah, suddenly it’s all he wants.
“Oh yeah?” he says, looking at Cas with a challenge in his eyes. “You gonna make me feel you all night? Gonna fuck me so hard I’ll be limping when everyone gets here?”
Cas’ eyes darken with arousal and Dean feels the first tendrils of pleasure pulsate out of his crotch.
“No need to be vulgar, everyone already knows you belong to me.”
Oh he’s challenging Dean right back. Well fucking game on.
“I dunno, Lisa is bringing Matt for the first time. He might not have understood.”
Poor Matt being unknowingly used in their games. Dean can only grin about it, knowing how gentle Lisa’s boyfriend actually is. He would probably be all nervous if he ever knew but it’s not like that’ll ever happen. And besides, he’s simply a passing line, forgotten as soon as Cas spins Dean around and grabs him by the neck as he kisses Dean.
Deep and owning, Dean immediately opens up to Cas and gives in to the pleasure that crashes over him. Quick pecks and lingering kisses are something they have incorporated into their daily life but this, having Cas kiss Dean as if either of them — or both — would fucking die if he didn’t, that’s something special.
Dean moans into the kiss, grabbing Cas desperately. It makes Cas hum, clearly pleased with Dean’s submissive display and fuck yeah, Dean loves yielding to Cas.
“On the bed, darling,” Cas growls when they break apart and Dean whines for more kisses. “I’ll prep you to take me.”
Arousal courses through Dean and he fucking rips his clothes off. Since he started living with Cas, Dean has gotten much more comfortable in his own skin and he doesn’t even care about feeling overweight anymore even if, yeah sure, he could still stand to lose a few pounds. Cas loves his body, though, and Dean has learned to love himself without needing the approval of anyone else.
But yeah, it doesn’t fucking hurt when Cas reacts favorably to seeing Dean naked every time. As if he hasn’t gotten used to him yet, as if Dean is a damn marvel every time.
Well, Dean can attest to feeling pretty fucking sexy when he climbs on their bed on all fours, arching his back and presenting his ass like a damn cat in heat, dick hanging heavy and hard between his legs and his balls tucked tightly against his body, fucking throbbing with need. He knows he makes quite a sight but it sure as fuck feels nice to see Cas take a moment to simply ogle Dean in this position while he fondles his hard cock through his sweatpants.
“God the way you look…”
Dean grins, spreading his legs ever so slightly. “All for you.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Something about Cas getting so overwhelmed that he starts swearing always gets to Dean, no matter the context, and he moans, fisting the sheets. Watching Cas quickly undress and get lube and a condom, Dean starts feeling an almost desperate need to touch himself. Hell yeah Cas wants him so much he has to hurry through everything.
“Touch me,” he almost whimpers when Cas gets on the bed behind him. He arches his back when Cas shushes him.
“Eager for it, huh?” he fucking knows Dean is and he’s only playing now. Dean has to grit his teeth when sharp pleasure erupts inside him when Cas first touches his ass but he immediately relents and hisses instead when Cas unceremoniously dumps cold lube on his crack, chuckling. “That makes two of us, darling.”
He smears it out, all over Dean’s hole and the furled skin around, and then down over Dean’s taint and balls. And fuck yeah, just as he starts rubbing around Dean’s hole, he puts his other hand on Dean’s dick with just enough lube to make the stroking slick and unbearably pleasurable.
Dean groans, hiding his face against his pillow and arching his back. He tries to relax as much as possible while being high-strung because of arousal. But fucking hell, he is so eager and he can’t wait to have Cas’ fingers inside him, let alone his glorious cock. The first time they’d had sex with Cas actually coming inside Dean had been spectacular and while Dean loves everything they do, there’s just something special about watching Cas as he finds goddamn rapture inside Dean’s greedy little hole.
Some added, cold, lube and fuck yes, then Cas is pressing inside him and all thoughts vanish from Dean’s mind for a moment. The sensation of having Cas stretch him is too gratifying for him to focus on anything else and then when Cas rubs against Dean’s prostate he’s fucking lost. He groans deeply, clenching down on Cas’ finger and feeling his dick leak in Cas’ slick hand.
The combination of being stroked and having his hole played with at the same time is almost too much. This pleasure is so sharp and so sudden, so unexpected, that Dean barely knows what to do with himself. Hell, he had only thought to change the bed sheets and how he’s about to get fucking plowed. He’s far from complaining but fuck if he’s keeping up.
All he can think of is the intense pleasure, the way goosebumps erupt all over his body not because he’s cold but because he feels so fucking good his senses don’t know up from fucking down. His nipples, pebbled and sensitive, rub against the bed sheets and it makes him groan even as his dick hardens in Cas’ hand. And then, fuck, then Cas has two fingers inside him and Dean is so damn ready already.
“Fuck me,” he gasps and then instantly grunts when Cas leans in to nibble against Dean’s ass cheek.
“You’re my perfect slut, aren’t you?” he growls and Dean’s body pumps with arousal. “Begging for me, leaking precome out of your slutty little dick. Can’t hold it, can you?”
“No,” Dean whimpers and fuck, it might be true this time. Historically, at the beginning of their relationship, Cas was for sure the most trigger happy, but that has changed over the year and now Cas is more than capable of pulling orgasms out of Dean’s body as if he makes a damn living doing so.
“You’re so damn sexy,” Cas grunts, mouth still against Dean’s ass, close to his hole where Cas is still fingering him, but much to Dean’s dick’s dismay, Cas lets go of him.
And in the next moment Dean feels jerking motions travel through the bed and he just knows Cas is fucking stroking himself.
“If you come before you can fuck me—”
“Don’t worry,” Cas chuckles, pulling out his fingers and sitting up on his knees behind Dean. “I was only putting on the condom and some lube.”
Good. Dean has no qualms about Cas pleasuring himself while fingering Dean and yeah, he really doesn’t mind if Cas comes a bit too early sometimes — although that rarely happens anymore — but today in particular he really wants it in his ass. Wants, in fact, to feel it when the guests arrive. Yeah, that’s right, that wasn’t just pillow talk.
And fucking hell, in the next moment he feels Cas pushing the blunt head of his hard cock against Dean’s lubed up hole and he relaxes as best he can in preparation of taking Cas all the way. Cas pumps his hips for a moment, testing the give, one thumb on Dean’s hole to stretch it a little and fucking hell, then he’s pressing inside.
And every goddamn time it feels new. Feels fresh and arousing and so damn fulfilling Dean can do nothing but gasp. Cas feels as if he was made to fit inside Dean, as if every other cock Dean has taken have been mere placeholders and while some have been better than others, none of them can compare to Cas.
Because he reaches all the right spots, presses perfectly where pressure is needed, and throbs just wonderfully when Dean can’t help but clench around him, greedy to keep him inside.
Pleasure rips through Dean as Cas bottoms out and he shivers, grinding back and arching his back, moaning. Behind him, Cas breathes out, clearly trying to calm himself while his hands squeeze Dean’s hips, holding him in place. It’s only for a moment and then Cas is pulling out and using that grip to pull Dean back into his forward thrust.
They both moan, arousal and pure lust powering their motions and Dean can barely fucking breathe when pleasure ripples through his whole damn body. It makes him loose and gooey and taut all at the same time and somewhere inside him there’s an itch that only Cas can scratch.
They buck together for a moment, Cas’ thrusts uncoordinated at first but then finding the rhythm they both crave. It’s a continuous rolling of their bodies, Cas holding Dean’s hips and Dean pushing back using his grip on the bed sheets. The rawness of the act makes it feel all the more real and Dean sees fucking stars as he lets his pleasure take over.
“So goddamn prefect,” Cas growls behind Dean. His hands move to stroke Dean’s ass and back, a soothing motion completely in contrast to how hard his thrusts are becoming. “That you allow me like this…such a damn privilege.”
Dean is a sweating mess and feels far from perfect right now expect Cas’ words makes him feel like the prettiest damn bell of the ball. Give it to Cas to boost Dean’s confidence with a few simple words.
“Only you,” he moans, turning his head so that he can barely peek up at Cas over his shoulder. “I’ll never allow anyone else anymore.”
The words are clipped and spoken in a breathy voice but Cas seems to hear them all the same. He looks so fucking pleased Dean almost comes from that alone, and then he bends down over Dean’s back. It makes his thrusts a little stunted and shallow but it allows him to kiss his words against Dean’s shoulder.
“You’re everything to me,” he rumbles, breathing in deeply, clearly sniffing Dean. “I’ll do anything for you.”
Fuck, Dean can’t help how hard he clenches down on Cas’ cock after hearing that. It makes Cas groan deeply and Dean doesn’t even care if Cas will come already. The way Cas loves him is fucking everything Dean craves and he feels overwhelmed more by emotions than arousal for a second there.
“Cas,” he moans sweetly. “You fill me up so good.” It’s far less than what Dean wants to tell the other man but all that he’s capable of right now. “Your thick cock makes me come so hard.”
Yeah, great way to expression emotions, Winchester…
“You better shut your slutty mouth right now or I might come too fast.”
Dean moans, wanting and needing Cas to come right the fuck now. Arousal and pleasure pump through Dean’s body, his own need so fucking intense he can barely breathe.
“Reach around,” he gasps and Cas immediately gives him what he needs.
And God, with Cas’ hand around his dick, Dean is so suddenly there. He can feel his orgasm gather in his damn balls, pulling them taut and making his skin crawl with the pure need to release. It doesn’t matter that Cas’ strokes aren’t in time with his thrusts, it’s all too much anyway. Cas’ hot cock against Dean’s prostate and his big hand wrapped around Dean’s dick, yeah no fucking way Dean isn’t spray painting the whole fucking bed in the next moment.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t explode out of him or inside him like it usually does. Instead, it washes out on pleasant waves that have him arching his back and moaning with his face smushed against the pillow. His ass clamps down like a fucking vice around Cas’ hard cock, milking it for what it’s worth and Cas seems helpless to follow Dean over the edge.
In fact, it doesn’t even seem as if he even tried to hold back and instead simply relaxes as soon as the coil inside Dean snaps and he’s shooting down against the bed. Cas lets out a drawn out groan, shaking a little, and it makes Dean smile in his post-orgasmic haze.
It takes them a moment to calm down but Cas is sliding out of Dean soon enough. It leaves Dean feeling empty but still satisfied and he slumps down on the bed on his side, barely avoiding the wet spot.
“Well,” he says, grinning up at Cas. “Now we definitely have to change the sheets.”
Cas smirks down at Dean. “Good thing we still have time for that and a shower.”
Good thing indeed, Dean thinks as he kisses Cas back when he leans over Dean’s prone body to claim a kiss before sliding off the bed. He looks absolutely glorious standing there and pulling a full condom off his softening cock.
“Fuck, I really love you.”
Cas looks up at Dean and yeah, okay, Dean doesn’t know where that came from and he definitely wants to sink through the floor except Cas looks like Dean has plucked the damn moon for him.
“I love you too,” Cas murmurs, kneeling on the bed to peck Dean on the lips and unfreezing him. “Now come on, we’ve got one hell of a Fourth of July party to throw to top last year’s. Except it’ll automatically be better since this year we’re real boyfriends.”
Dean grins. “That’s true. This year will be even better for sure.”
Fuck, Dean is glad he’d spotted Cas last year standing there with his damn sign right when Dean had needed him. Like divine intervention or some shit like that.
Cas nods, getting off the bed again. “In every way, boyfriend,” he winks. “Or should I say…? No, I shouldn’t.”
Dean’s heart skips a damn beat. “Say what?” he asks, sitting up abruptly. Cas isn’t thinking of proposing, is he? Would Dean say yes? Shut the fuck up, of course he would. “Say what?” he repeats when Cas only smirks, walking off to the bathroom.
Fuck that man and how much Dean loves him. Because it’s a whole damn lot, that’s for sure and forever.