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Dean awoke the following morning with his arms tangled around Cas, and Cas’ legs thrown carelessly over his own.
“Cas,” Dean prodded him, but he simply grunted. “Cas baby, wake up. I want to go get breakfast for everyone.”
“Do I have to?” Cas groaned.
“Yes,” Dean said firmly. “You have to get used to waking up at a normal time, baby. Up.”
Cas gave a sigh that rivaled the ones Dean was used to hearing from Sam, but heaved his legs off of Dean and out of the bed. He stretched, popping a bit, and stood to find his clothes. Dean grinned and got dressed as well.
They quietly left the house in the early morning sun, the dew hanging heavy on everything in sight. Dean started his car, and he and Cas drove off through the open farmland to find the coffee shop Dean knew opened at six am. They were about five miles from home, and about fifteen from the town, when Cas sat upright in his chair.
“Stop, Dean,” he said, and Dean immediately pulled over.
“If you gotta puke, do it outside,” he said, but Cas got out and started whistling instead. “Dude, what the hell are you doing?”
“There’s a dog. It just crossed over into the cow pasture, and he’s going to get kicked. Cows hate small things around their feet,” Cas said, as though everyone knew it. “Come here, puppy! Here, dog! Sit! Stay…Fido? Bruiser? Fluffy?”
“Cas, you can’t just say random pet names. Besides, it probably belongs to someone.”
“No, there’s no houses around. This is a cow pasture,” Cas said in a worried voice. “Come on, puppy!”
Dean rolled his eyes but got out to help. At last, the puppy seemed to notice them. It turned to trot at them at least. A mother cow noticed it coming toward her calf, and though Cas shouted, it made no difference. The puppy turned to walk in a straighter line to them, but the heifer lifted her back leg and kicked out at it. It fell immediately.
Cas was over the electric fence in one leap, and the cows ran when they saw him enter the field. Dean felt secretly relieved that no bulls were present to get territorial. He knew they could be deadly. Cas bent and scooped up the pup, cradling it in his arms as he hopped over the fence again. This time, he caught his pants on the wire and ripped them slightly. He didn’t even pay attention; he simply held the puppy.
“I think she just got him in the leg, but we need to get him to a vet, right now,” Cas said, with such warm sincerity in his eyes that Dean just nodded and started the car.
Cas held the puppy in his arms gently, rocking and singing songs in Enochian to calm its whimpering and shaking. Dean managed to make it to town and find the vet in ten minutes.
“Can I help you?” a technician asked at the front desk.
“This puppy was kicked by a cow. Please help him,” Cas said, holding out the tiny animal with shaking hands.
The woman took him, and instructed Dean and Cas to sit while she went back to see the vet. She returned a few moments later, empty handed, and Cas stared at her fearfully. She smiled reassuringly.
“The vet is looking at him. Are you his owners?” she asked, and Dean and Cas shook their heads.
Her face fell slightly.
“Oh. Well, we can’t treat him if there is no one to pay for it. If he’s a stray, we can try to contact some of the local animal groups, see if they’ll sponsor him. That could take a few hours,” she said, digging through paperwork.
“But what about internal bleeding?” Cas asked. “He could die waiting for treatment!”
“I know, darlin’, but I don’t make the rules here. I just do what they tell me.”
Cas sank back on the chair, looking heartbroken, his eyes bright with tears he seemed to be holding back. Dean made his mind up instantly.
“We’ll pay for it. Just save him.”
The technician left to tell the vet, and Cas looked at Dean as though he had saved a million people.
“Dean…thank you,” he said, and dropped his head onto Dean’s shoulder.
“I would do anything for you, even if I think it’s just a stupid dog,” Dean said.
“A life is a life, no matter how small,” Cas said, and Dean felt a surge of familiarity.
“Where do I know that from?” he asked, and Cas sat up to look him in the eye.
“Horton Hears a Who,” Cas said. “Well, it was similar to that. I believe the elephant said ‘person’ not ‘life’, but I am not so odd as to think my life is worth more than another creature’s.”
“When did you watch that movie?” Dean asked.
“I didn’t. I read the book at Bobby’s when I was…still an angel. You had to sleep, and I was bored.”
Dean tried to ignore the knot in his stomach when he realized that it was a copy of his book Cas had read. Bobby had held on to much of Dean and Sam’s childhood things, and the thought made Dean want to give Bobby a hug.
Dean and Cas settled into reading old magazines. Well, Dean read. Cas stared at the page and looked between the magazine and the care rooms every thirty seconds. Finally, after an hour, the vet made her way out of a room and to the front, carrying the tiny puppy in a cardboard shoebox. Cas rose and met her at the counter, Dean close behind him. One glance in the box showed the puppy fast asleep, covered with a scrap of blanket.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Milligan,” she said, and Dean and Cas introduced themselves quickly.
“Will he be okay?” Cas asked anxiously.
“By some miracle, yes. The cow only got his back leg. It’s broken, but we set it and wrapped it, then put on a cast,” she said, and moved the blanket aside so they could see a tiny, purple plaster cast on the animal’s leg.
“Is he hurting?” Cas asked.
“He will be when he wakes up. I’m going to give you a pain pill for him. He’ll need to take it twice a day for four weeks, and then come back so we can check his leg, and give him his second dose of shots. I went ahead and gave him the first dose today.”
“We’ll be here,” Cas said, and Dean raised his eyebrows.
“It’s not our dog,” Dean said, but he put his hand in the box reflexively to pet the animal’s soft face.
The pup gave a small sigh and nuzzled into Dean’s touch. Dammit. The vet grinned.
“Looks like it is now.”
Dean sighed and Cas took the pup to the car as Dean paid the bill.
“Take care of him,” the vet said.
“We will,” Dean answered.
“Not just the puppy. That’s some special man you’ve got there,” Doctor Milligan said, inclining her head toward the window.
Dean glanced out the window, and could see Cas sitting in the front seat of the car, worrying over the puppy, his mouth moving in some song or story, tucking the small creature in like he would a baby.
“I know.”
Dean stopped and grabbed breakfast to bring with them back to Bobby’s house. Cas fretted constantly over the puppy the entire way back, adjusting and readjusting his blanket so many times that Dean was surprised he didn’t wake him up.
“So I went out for coffee and came back with a dog. Never a dull moment with you, Cas,” Dean said, but he winked, and Cas smiled.
“I suppose not,” Cas said quietly, and he absentmindedly smoothed the tiny pup’s fur.
“What do you want to name him? You saved him, you name him,” Dean said, and Cas thought it over for a moment.
“Malpirgi,” he said, the sound rolling off his tongue elegantly.
“Enochian?” Dean asked, and Cas nodded. “That’s a mouthful. What does it mean?”
“Life,” Cas answered.
“That makes sense,” Dean said reasonably. “I mean, you saved his life. It beats the hell out of Lucky.”
“I mean it more as a new life,” Cas said, and flushed. “The life between you and I. Malpirgi gets a second chance, and so do we.”
Dean held onto Cas’ hand the rest of the way back to Bobby’s.
*
The others met them in the living room, bleary eyed, and happily took their breakfasts in the chairs. Cas sat Malpirgi’s box onto the floor, where the puppy continued to sleep, and ate without anyone even noticing. That was, however, until the tiny animal gave a small squeak in his sleep.
Bobby looked around the room, his hunter ears trained to listen for any odd sounds.
“The hell was that?” he asked, and Cas picked the box back up.
“Meet Malpirgi,” Dean said, and both Anna and Sam let out a squeal, though Sam tried to cover his up.
“Where did you get a dog?” Anna asked.
Dean told her the whole story, and as he ended it, the puppy woke up and started to cry. Quick as a flash, Cas had the creature in his arms and headed out the front door to let him use the bathroom. Dean watched it hobble around outside, Cas standing over it with a worried frown on his face.
“Already in love with the puppy?” Anna asked, and Dean turned his head back to face her.
“I’d say he’s in love with Cas, not the dog. Dean hates dogs. But one look from those blue eyes Cas has-,” Sam began.
“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean said.
“Going to try to make me, Dean?” Sam grinned widely.
“Dammit boys, act your ages. No wrestling matches in my damn living room when you’re the size of bears,” Bobby grunted.
Dean and Sam made faces at each other, but each was thinking of the time they came to visit, and had broken one of Bobby’s lamps while wrestling over the remote.
Cas came back into the room, praising Malpirgi over going outside, and Dean’s ears turned red. Cas looked adorable like that. He placed Malpirgi back into the box, where he promptly fell asleep, and Cas finished his cold breakfast.
“I’m off to do a beer run and get some groceries. I ain’t used to feeding a houseful of people,” Bobby said, standing up to stretch.
Sam fidgeted guiltily.
“I’ll come with you, and I’m buying this week,” he said, and he got to his feet as well.
Sam and Bobby left for the store, Anna drifted off to go back to bed, and Cas took the breakfast mess to the kitchen, leaving Dean alone with the puppy. He prayed it wouldn’t wake up. But since when did prayer work for him? He soon heard a small whimpering. Sighing, he slipped his hand under the pup and pulled it to his chest.
“What’s wrong, dog?” he asked, and Malpirgi nuzzled into his neck, sniffling.
Dean felt himself relax, despite his internal argument that he was not a dog person. Still, it did feel soft and warm. Soon, Malpirgi was asleep again, and Dean slowly lay down on the couch himself, careful not to wake him.
“Alright, Pirg, you win. But just for a few minutes, then back into the box.”
Cas walked into the room fifteen minutes later, having done the dishes and straightened the kitchen. He glanced down at Dean, snoring lightly, and Malpirgi, laying on his side and breathing deeply. Cas quietly backed out of the room to the stairs, and climbed them. He collapsed onto his and Dean’s bed, utterly exhausted, and was asleep in minutes.
Dean awoke when Anna stumbled down the stairs an hour later. Malpirgi gave a small grunt when Dean sat up and put him back into his box, then rolled over and fell back asleep.
“Ugh. I never get enough sleep,” Anna grumbled, but smiled at Dean when she sat down in the room.
“I know the feeling. Sam still not back?” he asked.
“He called a few minutes ago. He said shopping with Bobby is like shopping with a grandmother, but they’re on their way.”
“I believe it,” Dean said. “So, set a date for the wedding yet?”
“Next week,” Anna said, and Dean stared at her.
“A week from now? Jesus, Anna, how will you get everything done?” Dean asked.
“It’s not much, really. We’re getting married up at the cabin, I found a dress, you guys are wearing your fed suits, and Bobby is the preacher. I don’t want anything huge, and neither does Sam.”
“How the hell is Bobby the preacher?” Dean asked.
“He got ordained online a year ago for some case. Something about stronger holy water or something.”
Dean briefly wondered how Bobby would look in preacher’s robes, but the silence was broken when Sam and Bobby opened the door, lugging bags with them.
Cas came down the stairs at the noise, and he and Anna insisted on putting things away, claiming they didn’t help out enough. Bobby retreated to his room, much more tired than he let on, and Sam and Dean opened beers and turned on a baseball game.
“Anna said the wedding is next week,” Dean said, and Sam smiled.
“Yeah, we decided not to wait. I got a favor to ask though.”
“Sammy, if you make me do something sappy, I swear-”
“Be my best man?” Sam asked, and Dean set his beer on the table.
“Dude, yes.”
Sam laughed.
“That’s the exact answer I expected,” he said, leaning back in his chair to continue watching the game.
“So where are you two going to live?” Dean asked, resuming the sipping of his beer.
“We hadn’t thought about it. We’ll still be hunting, so why do we even need a place?” Sam asked.
“Maybe you should try being normal, Sasquatch. Settle down, give me some nieces and nephews,” Dean said.
He and Sam passed a few more minutes in silence, before Anna, Bobby, and Cas joined them. The afternoon flew by after that, as Anna tried to explain the concept of baseball to Cas.
“So Miller is on first. If Anderson gets a double, that will put Miller on third, and Anderson on second,” Anna said.
“But who is on first then?” Cas asked.
“No one, Castiel, it’s a double. They move two spots,” Anna said, but Cas was still confused.
Dean watched Sam stare at Anna with love in his eyes. For the first time in years, Sam looked completely happy. Cas sent a confused glance his way as Anna discussed foul balls. Dean realized maybe Sammy wasn’t the only one who had found happiness.
*
“Dude, calm down. We’re going out tonight. You, me, Cas, and Bobby. A man only gets married once. Well, he should, anyway,” Dean said, thumping his frowning brother on the back.
“I can’t, Dean. We can’t leave Anna here by herself.”
“Who said she’d be alone? Look who showed up when you were on your stupid laptop,” Dean said, gesturing toward the front window.
Sam could see Cas laughing with a redheaded woman on the porch, but her hair was much too short to be Anna. Sam walked to the door and flung it open, striding outside and picking his adopted little sister up.
“Charlie! It’s so good to see you! What are you doing here?” Sam asked as he put her down.
“Dean called me to give Anna some girl time. I was at a Supernatural con a few hours away, so I came to visit. Where is Anna?” Charlie asked.
“I’ll get her,” Dean said from the doorway.
“What do you mean you went to a Supernatural convention?” Sam asked, and Charlie smiled widely.
“I had to see what they think of you. That’s how I knew who Cas was when I saw him here on the steps. He’s obviously the angel Dean is head over heels in love with in the series,” she said, and Cas smiled slightly. “They introduced the guys who are going to play you in the show-”
“They’re making it into a show?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, didn’t you know? And the casting directors did a good job on it too. They look almost exactly like you and Dean. The actor playing you is Jared Pada-something, and the soap opera star Jensen Ackles plays Dean. And some crazy guy plays you, Cas, but he seems really sweet. Kinda weird, but in an adorable way. Damn, what was his name…something different…Mashtu? Isham?”
“Misha?” Sam asked, and Charlie looked surprised.
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“We’ve met. Sort of,” Sam said.
“Dude, that is one story I have to hear.”
“Charlie, this is Anna,” Dean said, appearing on the porch and introducing the two women.
“Hi!” Charlie said brightly, then she turned to whisper to Sam. “Hot damn, Sam, way to pick a woman! She have a sister?”
“Why the hell are all of you outside?” Bobby asked, coming to the doorway. “I have chairs, you know. And beer. Get in here.”
The group walked into the living room, and Dean could have sworn he saw a flicker of a smile cross Bobby’s face at seeing his home so full of people. Charlie was quickly introduced to Bobby, even though she already knew who he was, of course, and plans were made for the evening. Soon, Charlie and Anna escaped to Anna’s room to get away from the boys and get ready.
“What was Charlie saying about that Misha guy?” Dean asked, and Sam grimaced.
“They’re making a show based on Chuck’s books. Apparently, Misha, Jensen, and Jared exist in this reality as well as the one Balthazar threw us into. Here, look, I pulled them up online,” Sam said, and Dean leaned in to take a look.
“They look just like us…how the hell-,” Dean began, but Cas cut him off.
“That’s because they essentially are you, just with different names and backgrounds,” Cas said, and Dean and Sam stared at him, confused. “You cannot mess with time as much as we have and not have some consequences.”
“So we made the boys into doubles by screwing with time. Perfect,” Bobby growled.
“We’ve gone through time a few times, Cas…” Sam said, and Cas nodded warily.
“You have. And each time a double was flashed into existence, with your shell, but different lives, depending on what changed in the timeline. When you travel in time, you technically exist in two places at once: the present and wherever in time you are. In order for that to happen, a double must be made.”
A brief silence followed.
“Well, shit,” Dean finally said. “No more time travel. I don’t need any more doppelgängers floating around. But I gotta say, if there was one way to make sure no one thought our lives were real, it would be to make it into a t.v. show.”
“True,” Sam said. “Now even if they google the real us, the fake us will show up.”
Dean was trying to process that sentence when Charlie yelled down the stairs.
“Guys! If you’re going, you need to leave. Sam can’t see Anna until the ceremony.”
“We aren’t even dressed!” Dean yelled back.
“Then get dressed! You’ve got fifteen minutes, and then I’m coming down there to personally kick Sam out!”
The boys rose and dressed quickly, and were out the door in ten minutes, Sam looking slightly upset.
“Dude, it’s your bachelor party. Live it up. You’ll see Anna tomorrow,” Dean said, and he steered the Impala to the bar they’d decided on.
The bar was not what the name suggested. Sid’s Tavern was loud, raucous, and playing some of the worst music Dean had ever heard. Still, it looked to be a fun night. Sid’s was packed. They sat down at a booth and ordered some beers and hot wings, shouting to each other over the thumping music. Dean could see people grinding to it on the dance floor.
“We need round two!” Bobby yelled, and volunteered to go get it.
“Did you even research this place?” Dean asked Cas, who nodded.
“Of course I did. The reviews said it was an entertaining place, look,” Cas held up his phone with the review page pulled up.
“Look at the screen names, Cas!” Dean laughed. “MTVaintGotShitOnMe, BeautyandtheBeat, DrunkNSingle…these are kids!”
“It’s no problem, Cas,” Sam said, when Cas looked slightly put out. “I like it. Where the hell is Bobby?”
Dean glanced up at the bar and saw an attractive older woman running her hand over Bobby’s shoulders, while he grinned and she spoke into his ear.
“I think he’s busy. I’ll get the round,” Dean said.
The night progressed with more intoxication and less annoyance at the music. Bobby had stopped back by the table to tell them not to wait up, and left with the brunette woman with legs longer than Sam’s. In a rather inebriated state, Dean had drug Sam and Cas both to the dance floor. Cas was an awful dancer, but Sam was good.
“Dean, I don’t really know how to dance,” Cas said, as Sam moved off to dance with someone.
“It’s easy, Cas baby. It’s like having sex, but with your clothes on. Use your hips. I know you can do that,” Dean said, and he grasped onto Cas’ hips, swaying them to the music and bringing them closer to his own.
Soon, Cas was moving on his own, looking much more at ease. Dean reached out again and pulled Cas to his hips, grinding them against one another. Cas’ breath hitched in his throat. This was exactly like sex. He licked his lips, and Dean noticed. With a slight smirk, Dean increased the rubbing, going in delicious circles against Cas’ now hard dick.
Cas pulled him closer, so that their entire bodies were touching. Their movements became more erratic and needy. Dean finally closed the last of the distance between them and pressed their mouths together. Cas gave a small moan, and both men stopped dancing, more drawn toward pressing their bodies together and tangling their tongues.
Sam was dancing good-naturedly with a blonde woman when she nudged him and pointed.
“Isn’t that your brother?”
“Ah, damn. Thanks,” Sam said, then went over to break Cas and Dean up.
“Jesus, guys, on the dance floor? Come on, let’s get going. I’m tired,” Sam said, and he pulled them both out of the bar.
Before they had crossed into the parking lot, when it was still loud enough so that Sam wouldn’t hear, Cas leaned in and whispered in Dean’s ear.
“Just wait until I get you home.”
*
“You excited about tomorrow?” Dean asked Sam.
“Very. But I also kind of feel like I’m going to throw up,” Sam said.
Cas slid his hand up Dean’s thigh in the dark, and Dean gave a small hiss at the feeling of Cas’ warm hand suddenly pressing into his crotch.
“Don’t do that. Orange puke would clash with Anna’s h-hair,” Dean stuttered as Cas gave a squeeze to his growing erection.
“You okay back there?” Sam asked, eyes flickering to the mirror.
“Yeah, yeah. Just yawned. Sleepy, you know? Could you turn up the music so I can stay awake?”
“Sure, man.”
Sam turned up whatever crap he was listening to on the radio, and Dean shot Cas a challenging look. Cas stared back, his hand still cupped over Dean’s dick. Slowly, he began to rub the length of it, and Dean nearly moaned. Dean tried to move his hand over to grab Cas’ tent in his pants, but Cas used his other hand to stop him. Cas leaned in closely, his breath barely above a whisper.
“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m the boss.”
Dean felt a shiver of excitement wash over him. He nodded and leaned back into Cas’ space.
“So what do you want to do to me…sir?” Dean whispered, and Cas’ eyes grew wide, the pupils huge.
Dean liked this. He could turn Cas on by being submissive, and it was a huge turn on to be dominated by Cas.
“I can’t tell you yet, Dean,” Cas said in a low voice. “But I’m going to enjoy it.”
Dean didn’t think the car would ever reach Bobby’s, but finally they pulled in to the yard. Cas quickly let Pirg out for a bathroom break, then left the pup to snuggle up to Sam on the couch, as he put an old VHS tape of Blazing Saddles into the VCR.
“Gotta get some sleep. See you in the morning, bright and early,” Dean said, practically pulling Cas to the bedroom.
He had barely closed the door behind him when Cas suddenly pressed him into the wall, pinning his arms to his sides. He peppered kisses up one side of his neck, across his face, and down the other side. Dean’s knees were already feeling weak.
“The things I’m going to do to you, Dean Winchester,” Cas growled out, nipping at Dean’s collarbone, before lifting up to meet his eyes. “But first…if I scare you, if you want to stop for any reason, just say so.”
Dean grinned wickedly.
“There is nothing you can possibly do to me that I don’t want to do. But if I want to stop, I’ll say pie, okay?” Dean said, but Cas still looked worried. “Come on, do what you want to me.”
Cas’ eyes grew wide again at the submissive tone, and he kissed Dean fiercely. Both men stripped each other down quickly, gasping and moaning at the feeling of skin on skin. Cas backed Dean to the bed and gave him a shove down onto it. Dean waited for Cas to get in bed too, but he didn’t.
“Dean, show me how you pleasure yourself. I want to watch,” Cas said, hunger in his eyes.
Dean immediately complied, sliding his rough hand down his body until he came to his hard dick. He wrapped his hand around it and began to slide it up and down. The feeling was too dry; he needed lube. Cas must have sensed that, because he came over to the side of the bed, and took Dean’s hand away from his cock. He brought Dean’s hand to his mouth and licked his palm and up each finger. Then he placed the hand back around Dean’s now throbbing cock.
Cas could turn him on like no one else could, and that was about the hottest thing he had ever seen. Dean began to stroke himself again, and closed his eyes at the feeling, enjoying that Cas was watching him do this.
“Open your eyes,” Cas commanded, and Dean’s eyes jerked open in surprise. “I want to watch you, all of you.”
Dean swallowed. Damn, this was sexy. He kept up the motions until he couldn’t hold back. Cas’ eyes on him were too much. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, and the pleasure in his body was building. He began to buck into his hand, hips raising off the bed. Before he could come, Cas quickly removed his hand.
“My turn,” Cas muttered, and Dean didn’t hesitate.
Cas was standing next to the bed, and Dean lay on his stomach, the feeling of the blankets on his cock sending tingles to his toes. He grasped Cas with one hand, and firmly slid his mouth over his dick, slurping and groaning to release some of his own horniness. Cas groaned and threaded one hand into Dean’s hair, then another. Then, without warning, he began to thrust Dean’s head down on his dick hard. Dean only sputtered once, then acclimated to the feeling by relaxing his throat muscles. Still, some precome and spit were dribbling down his chin.
Cas wiped one finger across Dean’s wet chin, then put it into his own mouth and sucked. Watching Cas suck his fingers while Dean sucked him was almost unbearable. Dean longed for more contact, but he knew Cas was in charge tonight.
In an instant, Cas had removed his other hand from Dean’s hair, and pulled out of his mouth. He got in the bed and lay on his back, pulling Dean by the hand until Dean was on top of him. He kissed him messily, and Dean began to grind his erection into Cas’. Dean gave a loud moan at the feeling of contact.
“What do you want, Dean?” Cas asked.
“Mmm…fuck me,” Dean whimpered, but Cas gave his ass a sharp smack.
“What do you say?” he asked, as he gave a roll of his hips upwards.
“Ah! Please!” Dean pleaded.
“I love to hear you beg, Dean. I want you to ride me. Hard,” Cas said, and Dean rose to a sitting position right away.
Dean worked Cas in slowly, but it was hard not to take him all in at once. From the second Dean had begun, Cas had a look of pure lust on his face. Finally, Dean managed to get Cas inside, and they rocked until he was fully seated. Cas slid out, then slammed back into Dean with force, drawing a strangled cry out of the man. Cas briefly thought he may say his safe word, but instead, Dean rose up and dropped himself back down on Cas, who saw sparks.
Dean rose again, quicker this time, and came down again. This time, Cas met him with his hips and bounced him back into the air. They quickly sped up, the obscene sound of smacking flesh and dirty moans filling the room.
“Ummmf, yeah, right there,” Dean said when Cas brushed his prostate.
Cas took Dean’s hands and leaned him at an angle, pounding into the spot mercilessly.
“Fuck! Cas!” Dean yelled out, his dick jumping around wildly as Cas pushed into his sweet spot repeatedly.
“Ah, Dean!” Cas moaned, thrusting deeper.
“Please, Cas, I’m going to come! Don’t stop!” Dean begged, and Cas didn’t stop.
With a loud moan of Cas’ name, Dean came hard. He pulsed white, sticky liquid onto Cas’ stomach, and every nerve ending in his body lit up like a firework. Cas observed it all and felt Dean’s ass clench around him with the force of his orgasm. He kept thrusting, wanting to reach that high.
“Come for me, Cas. I want to feel it inside me, baby,” Dean said breathlessly while Cas continued to pound into him roughly.
Dean reached up his fingers and scraped them down Cas’ sides before resting on a nipple and giving it a small squeeze. Cas came instantly, bowing off the bed and thrusting into Dean’s sensitive hole as hard as he could. The motions and the heat of Cas’ come made Dean’s aftershocks even more enjoyable, and he rode out the last of his pleasure with Cas. Exhausted and spent, Dean rolled off Cas and onto the bed next to him. They finally caught their breath and stared at each other, goofy smiles on both of their faces.
“Where did you learn to talk like that?” Dean asked, dragging his fingers lazily down Cas’ body.
“I’ve been watching some movies on the tablet Sam lets me borrow. They seemed educational given our situation.”
“They were certainly educational, sir,” Dean joked, and Cas smiled.
“As much as that makes me want to go again, we do have a wedding to attend tomorrow,” Cas reminded him.
“Sleep is for the weak,” Dean said, but the mindblowing sex and the alcohol from earlier were making his eyes heavy.
He threw an arm around Cas, and mumbled something about the lights being too bright. Cas reached and flicked off the bedside lamp before wrapping Dean up in his arms and smelling the sweet smell of his body. Within seconds, Dean was snoring.
“Goodnight, Dean. I love you so much.”
*
“There’s too much to be done for Sam. We can do this later,” Cas said, and he pulled some clothing on.
Dean grumbled, but followed his lead and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt.
Charlie banged on their door as she walked by.
“Hey! I locked Sam’s door so he couldn’t sneak out and see Anna. Here’s the key,” she said, kicking it under the door. “I’m taking Anna up to the cabin to get her ready. See you in a few hours.”
Cas pocketed the key, and as soon as he and Dean heard the car leave, they let Sam out of his room. He looked like he hadn’t slept, his shirt all wrinkled and disheveled.
“You look like hell,” Dean greeted him, and Sam simply grinned.
“I couldn’t sleep. Let’s get dressed. I am ready to get married.”
The boys all took their showers, with Sam taking much longer than necessary, before settling in to eat breakfast in time for Bobby to come through the front doors. He muttered a brief hello, eyes full of pride at being taken home by a beautiful woman, and went to take a shower himself. The brothers exchanged gleeful looks across the table. Bobby going home with a woman for the first time in, well, ever. This would provide endless amounts of blackmail.
Cas volunteered to wash dishes after breakfast, and Dean and Sam cleaned off the table as Bobby came back in the room, dressed finely in his best fed suit, hair combed and beard tamed.
“Can I have a word, Sam?” he asked, and Sam nodded, following him to the privacy of the living room.
Bobby took a seat on the couch, and patted for Sam to sit next to him. Sam sat.
“Big day today. Nervous?” Bobby asked.
“As hell,” Sam said, and Bobby laughed.
“Yeah, well, I threw up before Karen and I tied the knot. ‘Course, that could’ve been from the bachelor’s party the night before…” Bobby reminisced with twinkling in his eyes before coming back to the present. “I’m proud of you, son.”
Sam felt his throat constrict.
“Thanks, Bobby, that means a lot coming from you.”
“It’s too bad your daddy can’t be here today. He’d be proud as a peacock, you marrying that sweet girl. It’s tradition for the daddy to talk to his son before his big day. Look, I’m not him, but I thought I’d give it a try.”
“You’re as good as a father to me. You always have been,” Sam said, and Bobby’s eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter.
“Thanks, boy,” Bobby said in a rough tone. “So…marriage. It ain’t easy. Take my advice. Never go to bed mad, even if it means staying up ‘til three when you’ve gotta be up at five. Hold her hand in public, and kiss her too. Never take her for granted. Tell her you love her, but show it to her too. Never stop dating. Forgive her when she makes you mad. And when she cries, because she will, and it will probably be over something stupid you’ve done, you just sit there and hold her until everything gets better.”
Sam sat quietly, taking in the old man’s advice.
“Here,” Bobby said suddenly, reaching into his pocket. “My father-in-law gave me this when Karen and I got married. I want you to have it.”
He placed a cold, metal object into Sam’s outstretched hand. Sam looked down at it curiously. It was an intricate pocket watch, silver with a golden pattern of ivy creeping across its surface. He flipped it over, and saw a delicate engraving on the back.
May your love always grow.
“Bobby…thank you,” Sam breathed, but Bobby was standing again.
“Congratulations, Sam. You turned out better than I could have ever expected.”
Sam rose and gripped Bobby tightly in a hug. Both men soon stepped back, stubbornly wiping at their eyes.
“Sam!” Dean yelled from the kitchen. “We’ve got to get ready, man!”
Bobby patted Sam on the back as he went to join his brother in the kitchen, more proud at that moment than he had ever been in his entire life.
*
He and Cas had ridden with Bobby to the cabin, while Sam brought an old clunker on his own. It was no looker, but Bobby had assured him it ran like new, and Sam wouldn’t have to go far; he and Anna would be using the cabin as their honeymoon for the next week.
“You’re just nervous,” Cas said, pushing aside Dean’s hands to fix the tie himself.
Dean looked at Cas’ face, bright blue eyes concentrating on adjusting the tie Dean had skewed, thin hands working at the piece of fabric. Cas finally fixed it and met Dean’s eyes.
“What?” he said, tilting his head in his characteristic way.
“You look amazing,” Dean said.
“You see me in this all the time,” Cas smiled.
“I do, but I see you as an agent. Today, I’m looking at you.”
Cas flushed, but cupped his hands on Dean’s face and brought him in for a kiss. He gently stroked Dean’s face with his fingers.
“Break it up, boys, the ceremony is about to start and they need me and Dean down front of the aisle,” Bobby said, and Dean reluctantly broke away.
“See you soon,” Cas said, and Dean grinned as he left the cabin’s living room to go outside.
Dean walked out the front door and across the lawn where he and Cas had watched the stars on their visit. The layout for the wedding was simple, and everything Dean could imagine a wedding being. A smattering of random chairs from the house were in the yard, uncoordinated and random, but somehow charming. The few guests sat in the chairs, talking excitedly to one another. Dean simply waved and moved on to his place in front. A makeshift altar stood up front for Bobby to stand behind, beneath a rickety wooden arch that they had found in the shed. Someone, Dean suspected Charlie, had brightened it up by weaving wildflowers from the property inside it.
Dean stood beside his brother, who looked terrified, excited, and nauseous at the same time. Dean took the time to see who had come to his brother’s wedding. There were only three in attendance. Kevin Tran sat next to his mother Linda, who spoke animatedly to Sheriff Jody Mills. One empty seat sat next to them, and Dean assumed it would be for Cas.
A figure stepped out on the porch, and Dean recognized Charlie in a flowy, flower print dress. She pressed play on a cd player, and bridal music played. Charlie quickly came down the aisle, much more like a hurricane than a proper bridesmaid, and took her place on the bride’s side of the altar. The doors opened once more, and everyone’s gaze was drawn to the pair walking down the aisle next.
Anna was radiating happiness and beauty in the simple white dress she had worn on her first date with Sam. Dean actually heard Sam give a small intake of breath at the sight of her. Dean thought she looked beautiful, but his eyes were drawn to the sight of Cas, in his simple suit, walking with a simple grace toward the front of the aisle. He grinned widely at Dean, finally reaching the front, and Charlie quickly pulled a remote out of her bra and turned the music off, then stuffed it back in. Dean nearly laughed. Charlie was Charlie, no matter where she was.
“Who gives this woman away?” Bobby asked, and Cas answered.
“I do.”
Cas took his seat, and the ceremony began. Bobby went through the traditional ceremony, and Dean found himself alternating between watching Sam and watching Cas. Sam looked lighter than air, a smile present on his face from the time it started. Cas was watching the entire spectacle as though he were observing a science project, however he smiled whenever he caught a look of happiness on Dean’s face.
“Anna, you have some things you’d like to say to Sam,” Bobby said, and Anna took a deep breath.
“Sam,” she said nervously. “We didn’t meet under the most normal circumstances. I had saved your brother and his angel boyfriend from Lucifer.”
A small giggle escaped Charlie’s mouth, and even Dean had to suppress another laugh. They certainly weren’t a normal family.
“But when I saw you for the first time, I knew you were special. I could see your soul, and it was so beautiful. Bright blue. The brightest soul I had ever seen. I knew it meant you had to be some kind of hero, some kind of special human. I had no idea you would be my special human. I love you.”
Anna blushed furiously, and Sam took his turn to speak.
“You are an angel, Anna. No matter what Heaven says about it, you always will be,” Sam said, and Dean was struck with the way he said the same thing to Cas. “I was going to fall for you the minute you hobbled in the front door. I knew it then. I knew when you drank coffee with your eyes closed, and when you pretended to be scared of a horror movie. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I love you too.”
Linda gave an audible sniff in the audience, and Dean produced the two wedding bands from his pocket.
“Let’s get down to it, then,” Bobby said, and took the rings. “Sam, do you take Anna to be your angel forever? In this life and after?”
“I do,” Sam said, and Anna slipped the ring on his finger.
“And Anna, do you take Sam to be your hunter forever? In this life and after?”
“I do,” Anna smiled, and Sam placed the ring on her small finger.
“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife, hunter and angel! Now kiss before the world starts to end again,” Bobby said gruffly, and Anna and Sam laughed loudly.
Sam pulled Anna to him and dipped her backward slightly, kissing her soft and sweet, and everything a wedding kiss should be. They stood upright, and everyone cheered. Charlie pulled the remote from her bra again and blasted happy music to walk back down the aisle with. The guests chucked birdseed at the couple as they ran back into the cabin, where the reception was going to take place.
Everyone stood to move inside, and stretch out their sore legs.
“You pronounced them ‘hunter and angel’, Bobby?” Dean smiled as he shook his hand.
“Yeah, it seemed appropriate. We aren’t a family for doing things the normal way.”
Dean snorted and stepped over to Cas, who took his hand immediately.
“That was beautiful,” Cas said.
“Your first wedding?” Dean asked, and Cas nodded.
“I’ve only seen angel bonding rituals, never human,” he said.
“You’ve watched humans get it on, but not get married? Dude, priorities,” Dean joked as they walked back into the house.
“You have always been my priority, Dean. Watching you came first,” Cas said seriously, and Dean pulled him to his side as entered the small living room to grab some food.
“I love you, Cas,” Dean said, and Cas nodded his head as though agreeing.
“I know. I love you too,” he said, and Dean broke away, grabbing a box out from under the couch. “Where are you going?”
“Got to give this to Sammy. Be right back,” he said, and he soon found his brother in the kitchen.
Dean pulled him aside and handed him the box.
“What’s this?” Sam asked, and Dean shook his head.
“Open it,” he said.
Sam opened the light box in his hands, frowning slightly when he saw what was inside. His eyes read across the details of the gift, and went wide. He looked up at Dean, a surprised look on his face.
“Dean…” he began. “This is…is this what I think it is?”