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❣ ❣ Bobby ❣ ❣
Tucked in the corner of the old mansion, a dressing room with wall-to-wall red carpet and vintage wooden furniture houses Dean and Sam, Bobby’s niece Jo, and two of Dean's friends. Bobby follows his wife down the hall, waiting at the door until it swings open and Sam greets them grinning. “You made it!”
Bobby frowns and pushes past him while Karen takes in Sam’s appearance. He knows she’s reaching for his tie, gushing about how handsome he looks. Bobby rolls his eyes. Kid could use a haircut.
Dean is on the far side of the room, fumbling with his tie while Jo and Dean’s friend, Charlie, talk to him. Well, Charlie is talking to Dean, Jo’s just staring at the redheaded woman in her green dress. Jo’s wearing the same one, but in blue. Doesn’t make sense for Jo to fawn over Charlie’s dress when she’s wearing the exact same thing.
Then he sees Jo giggle and blush, throwing her hair over her shoulder and grasping Charlie’s shoulder. Strange. Jo isn’t really the giggly-touchy-feely type. She then sighs loudly and takes Dean’s tie out of his hands and starts tying it for him. Dean accepts reluctantly, then he drops his hands and looks relieved.
“Hey, man,” comes a voice from the wall opposite Dean and the girls. Jesse, a newer friend of Dean's, is adjusting his own tie and walking over. He claps Dean on the back. “Deep breaths, dude. You’ll be alright.”
Dean nods automatically, though he doesn’t look convinced. Jesse laughs when Dean doesn’t seem to loosen up. “You okay?”
Jo finishes the tie and Dean touches it reflexively. “I think I’m gonna throw up,” he says through a long exhale.
“Oh, honey, you’re gonna do fine!” Karen exclaims as she passes Bobby and swarms to crowd her bonus son. “Just look at you! He won’t even know what hit him!”
Dean relaxes into an easy smile and kisses Karen’s cheek. “Thanks, Mom.”
Karen pulls out her bag, the real reason they’re here. She takes out the boutonniere box and opens it. She drops the lid in the bag hanging on her elbow and pulls out the larger one, and then passes the box to Jesse. “Here, son. That’s for you. Jess has the girls’ bouquets, she’s right behind us.” When Bobby glances back at the front of the room, he sees his daughter-in-law has already made her way in and is privately greeting Sam. Sam hunches over to kiss her, and his hand comes to rest on her belly.
This is the second wedding this year. Several months ago, Sam and Jess announced their intentions to get married, quickly, just two months after Dean and Castiel got engaged. The two had a simple courthouse ceremony and at the reception in Dean and Cas’ backyard, they cut into the blue-dyed cake and announced their soon-to-be son, Robbie. His full name will be Robert Dean, which Bobby had harrumphed at. But within minutes he was squinting in awe at the little black-and-white picture, pointing at a tiny foot and a skinny leg. Kid looks strong, just like his granddad.
Dean had smacked Sam on the back of his head, yelling, “come on! What’s the one thing I told you to watch out for?” While Jess burst out laughing. Then Dean had hugged him, as tightly as Bobby’s ever seen, and blinked a few tears out and muttered, “I love you, Sammy.”
There were so many moments that Bobby was able to watch it happen in slow motion, his two boys embracing. He was thinking about how much hurt and anger they had to endure before they could be here, hugging and becoming fathers and kissing their adoring partners and laughing with family. To laugh , fully, totally, without having some darkness clouding, following closely. To be actually happy, and have nothing threatening that happiness. His boys—his sons, together and just like brothers are supposed to be; hitting each other and then laughing and hugging and saying “I love you”.
Now, Bobby’s watching it over again, Sam and Jess joining the rest of them, and while Jess splits away to hand off the bouquets, Sam reaches out to grab Dean’s arm and the two of them exchange a look that might as well have been a conversation. Then Dean stands taller, nodding and then smiling and sucking in a deep breath. “Alright!” Dean says. “Let’s do this.”
With last-minute checks to hair, ties, and each other, the whole room empties out and into the hallway, where they see Lisa and Ben.
Ben grins and he hugs his dad, and then Lisa kisses Dean’s cheek and sneaks into the next room. Dean checks Ben out, turning his head side to side to inspect Ben’s combed hair, tugging on the lapels of his jacket and grinning. Bobby and Karen join Ben and Dean, and the others shuffle past to wait for their signal. Karen gives Ben a squeeze to his shoulders and Bobby shakes his hand firmly. Ben shakes back hard just like Dean taught him. The music changes, Sam and Charlie and Jesse and Jo disappear around the corner, and the four of them step up to their spots. It’s Ben’s turn, and he looks over his shoulder to throw his dad a grin and a thumbs-up then Dean raises both arms and Bobby and Karen each hook their arms in his. He knows Karen is leaning her head on Dean's other shoulder to give him one last silent “good luck”, so Bobby reaches up and squeezes Dean’s arm, then it’s time for them to go.
❣ ❣ Cas ❣ ❣
Cas has his eyes trained on the entrance of the room and feels like he’s floating. He takes a euphoric breath in as Dean appears, escorted by Bobby and Karen. He’s smiling, but not with his face. With his eyes. Cas sees it, and knows it’s just for him.
Cas breaks out into an uncontainable grin and his vision blurs as his eyes burn. When he blinks away the tears, Dean grins and winks at him.
He looks incredible—a well-fitted suit and a dark green tie that matches Charlie’s dress. A sprig of white flowers bloom from his lapel and his hair is neatly combed over. By the time Dean reaches him, Cas has studied his entire body, and is more than ready to take his hands and proclaim his love for him in front of all their friends.
Bobby and Karen pass him over with handshakes and hugs and kisses, and Cas can finally touch his husband to be. He grips Dean’s hands in his upturned palms and looks into his eyes.
His eyes are so happy. Cas knows what that looks like.
He barely recalls reciting after the pastor, but he will never forget slipping that gold band on Dean’s finger. He knows he says, “with this ring, I thee wed,” and hears Dean say it too, and then he hears the officiant pronounce them—husbands— then he’s grabbing Dean by the face with one hand and resting the other on his chest.
Dean grips him with both arms, falling forward to kiss him as joyfully as ever. They move their lips together slowly and perfectly, and Cas feels Dean smiling against him. Cas kisses him one more time before he has to pull away from him and face the crowd.
Cheers erupt and Dean lets out a huffing laugh and tightens his grip on Cas. “I love you,” Dean whispers. Cas can’t help it, he plunges back to kiss Dean’s lips once again in a small peck as the music starts and it’s time to lead their wedding party back down the aisle.
Hand in hand, grinning and squeezing each other, Dean and Cas walk between the rows of people clapping and waving and sniffling back tears just for them.
His husband leads him into the large room of the main hall and pulls him to their intended spot near the stairs that lead up to the reception hall. They get another slow, soft kiss in before their wedding party catches up and the hugs and back-slapping and congratulations start. Charlie squeezes Dean and Cas in one tight hug and then Gabriel, Sam, Jo, Hannah, Ben, Jesse and his husband Caesar get their turns. They form a line and accept handshakes and hugs from their guests, who have slowly started filing out of the ceremony. After everyone gets upstairs for cocktail hour, they take a couple hundred photos and Cas’ face hurts from smiling so big.
The photographer is Kaia, the girlfriend of Cas’ employee, Claire. She soon announces she’s got all she needs and most of their friends head upstairs with the rest of the guests.
Gabriel and Sam are still hanging around when Dean grabs him by the waist and tugs Cas in for a kiss, this one hotter and more desperate than the sweet ones they’ve been sharing.
“Okay, think that’s my cue,” Gabriel coughs. “You two have exactly two minutes to make out before I’m dragging you upstairs for food.”
“Make it seven,” Dean breaks away to say, grabbing Cas by the hand and down the hall to the room he got dressed in.
Sam makes a face “Dean, serious—”
“See you up there!” Dean exclaims. Cas has his hand held tightly and stalks towards the private room without waiting for their brothers to respond.
“Save some for tonight!” is the last thing they hear before Cas is pushing open the door and shuffling inside with Dean.
Cas pins Dean against the door as it shuts and covers him with his body, attacking him with an open mouth. Dean has Cas’ tie, wrapping it around his hand and using it to force Cas closer. Cas flattens himself against Dean’s body, kissing him messy and bringing his knee forward to pry Dean’s thighs open. It’s been too long—Castiel needs to feel Dean against him, his whole self, hold every bit of him. Dean gasps in his mouth when he presses his leg in tight, pulling on the tie and pushing his hips up to gain friction between them.
Cas hums as he moves to nip at Dean’s neck, planting kisses all along his skin and sucking his earlobe into his mouth.
“Husband, husband,” Dean murmurs, making Cas groan. He needs those lips again, and Dean is waiting for him, mouth opened and eyes closed.
He kisses Dean for all he’s worth, basking in the way Dean accepts him eagerly.
Cas hasn’t felt this desperate since…last week, actually. It was Dean’s idea—to refrain from sex for the weeks leading up to their wedding. Something about making the heart grow fonder—Cas agreed because Dean said it would be all the more sweeter when they were finally back together. Dean was right. The two of them were ravenous for each other, and Cas found himself watching Dean’s figure behind the glass shower door every evening when he came home from work smelling like sweat and sawdust or paint. When Dean’s t-shirt would ride up when he took off his sweater, Castiel would stare at the thin line of skin and his boxer shorts peeking out from under his jeans. When Dean stretched in the morning when he’d first wake—Cas got hard and stayed hard until they both had left for work. He listened to audiobooks on his commute because songs with even the slightest hint of sensuality made Cas think about his husband-to-be.
Yes, abstaining did make the excitement for the wedding increase tenfold. Even though they’d slipped up every now and then.
The first time, Dean caught Cas watching him shower, and jerked off in front of him, which was enough for Cas to need to change his pants.
Then, a little over a week ago, Dean was relaxing on their couch after Ben had just left to stay at his mother’s house, and Cas stood over him and watched Dean scroll mindlessly on his phone. They keep the PDA to a minimum around Ben, but with the agreement in place, Castiel felt it was very difficult to refrain from touching or kissing Dean. Then he’d get carried away…safe to say Ben was fed up with them by the time he left.
“What do you want?” Dean asked, feigning annoyance.
“I was wondering,” Cas began.
Dean dropped his phone and peered upwards, a sly smile on his face.
“I saw you the other day in the shower. I think that counts as cheating.” Cas crossed his arms and raised a brow at Dean.
“Isn’t it cheating if you watched me? You didn’t say anything then. There I was, just trying to relieve myself, and you were ogling me through the glass.”
Cas sighed. “It was a moment of weakness that you knew would fluster me,” he argued.
Dean grinned. “Yeah, and I never said anywhere in the rules that flustering you wasn’t allowed!” His eyes sparkled, like he’d won—he must have thought it was a clever loophole, but Cas wasn’t having it. He hated that Dean’s smug face was only making his situation worse—normally, he was a quarter to halfway hard around Dean lately that day he was tenting his pants and not hiding it. Dean glanced down, snorted, and then back up at Cas’ face. “What are you gonna do about that?” He gestured to Castiel’s obvious situation.
Castiel dropped one knee on the edge of the couch and Dean adjusted before Cas brought his other leg over Dean and sandwiched it between him and the couch cushions.
“This is getting close to breaking the rules, pal.”
“Don’t call me that,” Cas grouched. He laid a small kiss to Dean’s forehead before dropping his head down so their faces were pressed together. Cas reached his hand down, brushing over the fly of Dean’s pants and earning a long exhale from him.
“What’re you doing?” Dean asked, slurring.
Cas paused, his knuckles barely touching the thick material of Dean’s jeans. He smiled. “Relieving myself,” he answered before pulling his hand away and shoving them into his own pants. He didn’t hesitate to begin stroking rhythmically; he’d been fantasizing about Dean wiggling under him all morning while he waited for Lisa to get there.
“This has to be against the rules,” Dean muttered, as Castiel’s hand moved swiftly right over Dean’s own erection, occasionally brushing the front of his jeans but never hard enough. His back arched and his hips raised to find the weight of Cas, but Cas stopped.
“Don’t,” Cas said firmly. Dean had whimpered at him, face tinged pink and nostrils flaring. Cas returned to stroking his own cock, with a renewed source of arousal in Dean’s face from the denial. Cas sped up his strokes and knew he’d be done soon—his face felt warm and his balls felt tight. “Don’t come,” he managed before his head dropped and bumped Dean’s forehead and he was moaning through a week’s worth of unfulfilling orgasms.
Once he caught his breath, he stood and adjusted his belt, leaving Dean flushed and desperate on the couch. “I think we’re even, now,” Cas said happily.
Dean exhaled sharply and dropped his head back into the throw pillow. “Fuck you,” he groaned.
“I have to go, Gabriel needs me to approve the final designs of our cake, and then I was going to do a little work at my office. Do you want to come?” He looked at Dean with a smug grin at his teasing.
“No, you go. Have a grand time,” he grumpily waved Cas off.
“I just need to change, then I’ll go. I love you,” he sang as he walked off.
❣ ❣ ❣ ❣ ❣
Soon, Dean gives a muffled laugh and leans his mouth away. “Do you think they’ll notice if we sneak out right now?”
Cas laughs, hand skimming down to grasp Dean’s ass. His cock is painfully hard and Dean’s heavy-lidded look of need isn’t helping the situation any. “Gabriel will never forgive me if he doesn’t get to give his speech tonight.”
Dean grunts, slipping his hand out of Cas’ tie and lingering on his abdomen. “Do you know what he’s going to say? I feel like we shouldn’t give him and Sam a microphone without knowing what they have planned.”
“I got distracted,” Cas says into his cheekbone. “I was too busy getting married to the hottest man I’ve ever seen.” He pulls back, as the reality of Dean’s points hits him. They really should have checked Gabriel’s speech before allowing it. Fortunately (or not), the anxiety of what Gabriel would say into a microphone in a crowd of people is effectively killing his boner.
“This is either going to be really funny or really embarrassing,” Dean says.
“No, it’ll just be embarrassing. It’ll only be funny to him.”
Dean smiles with his eyes again, and then kisses Cas one last time. “Get it over with?”
“Does this mean we aren’t sneaking out right now?” Cas wonders aloud, squeezing a handful of Dean’s ass.
Dean rubs his hands up and down Cas’ middle before pushing him backwards gently. “Just a few hours, baby. Then it’s you and me and the inside of a hotel room for twelve hours.”
“And not a minute sooner,” Cas answers seriously. They peel apart and head out to the hall holding each other. They’ve barely made it to the stairs before Cas wants another kiss, and Dean must want one too—they pause at the bottom and exchange a heated kiss that’s interrupted by a voice shouting, “hey! We’re waiting for you!”
Ben stands at the top of the stairs, frowning slightly, and Cas turns to hide his smile while Dean chuckles. “We’re coming, kid.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna be this gross upstairs,” Ben pleads as Dean and Cas ascend the stairs hand-in-hand.
Dean scoffs. “Am I not allowed to kiss him as much as I want on my wedding day?” he asks Ben, feigning shock. “If that’s how you’re gonna be, you can always close your eyes.”
Ben rolls his eyes. “You’re even worse than normal!” he complains.
Dean and Cas share a laugh and another kiss before following Ben down the hall, to be announced at the reception together.
Castiel hardly notices much of the food and decorations he spent so long choosing for this night. He’s swept into conversations and dances and escorted to his private table with his new husband. He barely touches the dinner that’s been piled onto his plate, preferring to watch Ben and two friends from school dancing and talking to their wedding party at the table next to them. Dean feeds him from his own fork, and much to the dismay of Ben, they respond to each clinking of silverware against water glasses to kiss again and again.
Until Cas hears a familiar voice booming over the speakers, he turns to look back at his brother and brother-in-law standing next to each other, both holding mics. They’re both grinning sinisterly, and Dean groans. “Here we go,” he sighs, lending back and throwing his arm around the back of Cas’ chair.
“Good evening, everyone,” Gabe squeaks excitedly.
Cas leans back against Dean and takes a deep breath. “It won’t be that bad, will it?”
“Just smile and nod, sunshine,” Dean answers.
“If you haven’t met one or the other of us, we’re the brothers of the grooms, and the reasons that we’re all here, actually.”
The crowd hums and Cas shakes his head.
“That’s not an exaggeration,” Sam pipes up. “If it weren’t for me and Gabe, these guys would probably still be dancing around each other, whining to us about how much they like the other one.”
The crowd laughs louder.
“I’m Gabe,” Gabriel begins. “I’m Cassie’s older brother.”
“And I’m Sam, Dean’s younger brother.”
“And we’re going to tell you the epic love story of Dean and Cas.”
Cas furrows his brow and wonders exactly where this is going.
“You all might not know this, but Dean and Cas actually met years and years ago,” Gabriel says.
“It’s true,” Sam says. “This was during a time when Gabe and I weren’t in close contact with our brothers, and they somehow met and dated for a little while.”
“But apparently it didn’t end well,” Gabriel says dramatically, and the crowd laughs again. “And they moved on and did their own things for about seven years, without any contact at all. Now,” Gabe says seriously. “For all those years that they weren’t together, Cas told me things here and there about this guy he dated in college, and—well, I was pretty sure this guy didn’t actually exist, you know what I mean?” More laughter. “Anyway,” he shrugs. “Seven years have gone by, I’ve never met this guy, I only know a name: Dean Winchester. Cas and I are expanding our business downtown, and we have a meeting scheduled with some contractors to update our kitchen.” Gabe nods and lets the crowd get a little more curious, while Cas gets more nervous. “So it’s the day of meeting the guys at Singer’s contracting, and as soon as the two strapping young men walk into the room Cas just goes still. Doesn’t move, barely talks, isn’t doing his job at all!” Cas wants to hide his face. “And I’m so confused, like, hello? What’s going on? And Cas is trying to tell the two of them to leave before we’ve even gotten started. I’m confused, Sam’s confused, and then I realize that I know this guy’s last name from somewhere. Then it clicks.”
“I was also totally unaware of what was going on,” Sam jumps in. “I didn’t think they’d known each other, I just thought Cas was a really weird guy. That’s until Gabe said Dean’s name again, and he asked Cas: ‘hey, is that the ex that cheated on you?’”
Dean’s head is shaking and the rest of the people in the room are laughing again.
“And Dean just takes off—just runs right out of the room.”
“Leaving me stuck there, still not knowing what was happening,” Sam says.
“We share a very awkward good-bye and Cas gets extremely pissed off at me for opening my mouth. But—I wasn’t having it. Though I have to stop and spoil it a little, I was pretty uninformed about why they broke up, so you don’t have to worry about that part,” Gabriel assures everyone. “So I did what I felt I had to do. I hired them!”
“And I accepted!” Sam says before the crowd laughs again.
“Sammy and I become fast friends—we’re both working on our brothers, trying to see what the deal is. Like, I keep asking Cas why he isn’t trying to win back the apparent perfect guy he always talked about, and poor Sammy tried asking Dean who the hell Cas is.”
“You guys have no idea,” Sam cuts in. “I had never heard Dean talk about anyone he’s ever dated, and then he was suddenly going on and on about this guy I only just met. And he—god, I swear I almost asked ‘who are you and what did you do with my brother’, because Dean was this hopeless romantic all of a sudden—calling him the one who got away, moping about how much he loved him, blah, blah,” Sam says exasperated, throwing a smirk at Dean, who has his head bowed on Cas’ shoulder.
“Things go on, and the two of them work on our shop while Cas and Dean hide from each other. Until—and they still won’t give us specifics, they apparently have a big fight towards the end of the project. When I say big fight, I mean that in the most dramatic way. Cas ends up at my house crying about it—” more laughter, and Cas just scowls at his brother. “So the next day, Sam and I have to put our heads together. We gotta figure this out.”
“We came up with a plan,” Sam says. “We’re gonna make them talk it out and get it all out there. Individually, we both coach them.”
Dean’s head shoots up to scowl at his brother as well, and then he leans into Cas’ ear. “We’ll kill them after the honeymoon, okay?” Cas nods.
“They do, and Cas told me it went well,” Gabe says to the audience.
“Dean didn’t tell me shit,” Sam interjects. More laughing.
“And then they don’t talk to each other for a hot minute. The renovation finishes and they’re like—okay, time to move on. They hang out, like, one time and Cas says they’re friends now. I felt like I was going crazy, and I could tell this guy was pining. So, obviously they still needed us.”
Sam nods. “So we hatched another plan, to encourage them to just make a move.”
“I try to convince Cas that insisting he likes Dean as a friend doesn’t really make it true,” Gabriel starts, “and I tell Dean to put on his big boy pants and just ask the guy out again,” Sam finishes.
“You have no idea how much convincing it took before Cas comes back from seeing him one day, and he says, ‘Dean kissed me. Do you really think he likes me?’ Really—this is what I was dealing with!” Gabriel shouts when the crowd laughs again. “But have no fear, for a few days later, I told Cas to get his ass back there and ask Dean himself—and wouldn’t you know, the GPS on his phone is showing him in Pasadena all night.” The crowd roars at that. “Mission accomplished, I hoped.”
Cas mouths, “I’m going to kill you,” and Gabriel winks back.
“In all seriousness,” Gabriel turns to Cas and Sam takes a small step back. “I thought that—when Cas and I lost our dad over ten years ago now, I was so against the idea of trying to fill that role,” he says soberly. “I wish I could have seen it back then, that having him for a little brother is actually an honor. I’ve been astonished by how Cas responds to his hardships. He grew up, and he showed me just what kind of man he is through the craziest things I’ve seen anyone go through.
“Cas,” Gabriel says wetly, “I know if Dad could see you now, he’d be so proud of you.” Cas’ heart clenches at Gabe’s wavering voice. “And he’d love your dumb husband,” he adds. “Cas, I’m—I’m so glad I get to see you get married today. I’m glad I got another chance to be your big brother. And I am so glad I spent so long convincing you that Dean liked you. If you hadn’t figured it out I would’ve had to beat you over the head with it. Wasn’t gonna let him get away from you again.” Gabe takes a step towards their table and Cas rises to pull him into a hug, noticing how red and wet his brother’s eyes are. Dean is a good enough sport to hug Gabe, too, while shaking his head.
“Dean,” comes Sam’s voice over the speakers. “I don’t know if there are words that can describe what you are to me. I think,” he stares at the floor, pausing as his voice shakes. “I don’t know where I’d be without you. I have watched you, all my life, and I’ve looked up to you even when you didn’t want me to. When I see you and Cas together, I feel like everything’s exactly the way it should be. When the two of you started dating I already knew he was it for you, and it made me happier than I expected to see you together. You—You’re more than just my big brother, Dean. Seeing you get everything you deserve in a guy like him—I hope you and Cas spend a long, long time together, and I know you’re going to be just as disgustingly in love in fifty years as you are right now.” Sam looks up and looks between the two of them. “So, let’s hear it for them,” he says.
“To Dean and Cas!” Gabriel hollers. Their guests echo him, raising their glasses in a toast and Dean tugs Cas by the waist.
“Maybe we can let them live,” he murmurs to Cas before he kisses him.
❣ ❣ Dean ❣ ❣
Dean can hardly think straight when he fumbles to use his keycard to open the door to their hotel room. Cas is stuck to his back, kissing his hairline and breathing heavily on Dean’s neck. “Am I going to carry you?” Cas mumbles as the light flashes green and Dean leans into the door.
“No,” he chuckles. “I think the sober one should carry the not-sober one.”
Cas scoffs and spins Dean around to face him in the doorway, and in one fluid motion he grabs Dean by the thighs and lifts him off the ground. Dean’s legs wrap around his waist immediately, and their lips crash together while Cas carries him over the threshold. The door swings shut behind them, and Dean keeps his lips locked on his husband's as he steadily takes Dean further into the room and bumps into the fluffy comforter. Dean lets himself drop back and watches Cas crawl over him, yanking on his tie and eyeing the buttons keeping their clothes between them.
Dean takes him in, letting Cas press his knee between his legs for the second time that day as they kiss each other needy and pull on each other’s clothes. Dean laughs when Cas tries to pull his tie off, taking it from his hands and doing it gently, before Cas is back on him and sucking on his bottom lip. Dean wraps his hands around Cas’ lower body, pulling their hips together and feeling up his ass while he feels his husband’s hot erection between the layers of their pants.
Cas moves over him with certainty, pinching the buttons of Dean’s shirt apart one by one. Dean reaches for Cas’ belt, pulling it open and diving in for the button and zipper right away. He shoves his hand under the waistband and feels Cas over the soft cotton of his boxers. Cas gasps, pausing his work undressing Dean to pant into his open mouth. “Dean,” he grumbles. He runs his hand over Dean’s head, pushing through his hair and pulling gently. “You’re so beautiful,” Cas breathes.
Dean rubs his palm along Cas’ cock and sighs. “And you’re so fucking hot, baby.” As he hoped, Cas’ eyes close and he drops his head to Dean’s chest and ruts into Dean’s hand. “You’re also easy to rile up,” he laughs into Cas’ hair.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you looked today? I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you walk down the aisle,” Cas growls in his ear while he rips open Dean’s fly and shoves his undershirt up. “Just thinking about getting you out of these clothes,” he says as he spreads his long fingers over Dean’s hip and lower belly.
“Were you thinking about what you wanted to do once you got me here?” Dean asks, going limp and allowing Cas to grab him by the wrists and pin his hands over his head.
“Thought about it all week,” Cas answers roughly, kissing him forcefully. He then pulls back and looks at Dean through hooded eyes and moves to stand over him. “Take off your clothes,” he says firmly. Dean’s barely got his pants kicked off when Cas climbs back on him, naked and tan and hot. He’s still wearing his fucking socks—which Dean wants to laugh at, but Cas is hauling him up to rest him on the pillows and cutting off his thought with a kiss and and a hand on his chest.
“What—” Dean pants, “what were you thinking?”
Cas grabs a nipple between his thumb and his bent index finger and pinches before tugging it. “I was thinking, I want you to suck me,” Cas replies as if he’s not twisting Dean’s nipple to overstimulation. “And I thought I would suck you, too. I’d suck you while I opened you up for me. Then I’d fuck you on your back so I could see your face when you come.”
Dean groans as the words send heat through his blood. Cas is barely touching his cock and he whimpers with need but only gets another pinch to his hardened bud.
“Is that something you’d like?” Cas asks, lowering his head to pull Dean’s other nipple into his mouth. He sucks it until Dean feels it grow harder, and then bites down and holds the stiff nub between his teeth.
“God, fuck—” Dean chokes out. “Yes, Cas, yes. Please fucking do that.”
“Anything for my husband,” Cas says, moving off Dean's nipples and pulling him down to the center of the bed by his hips.
Dean licks his lips when Cas kneels in front of his face and lets his cock bob in front of his face. He opens his mouth in waiting, and Cas holds his cock steady while running his other thumb over Dean’s mouth poking it past his lips. Tugging himself to keep his cock ready, he flattens his thumb into Dean’s tongue and watches Dean accept it. Only after he smirks as Dean’s desperate sucking on whatever body part he can get in his mouth, does he pull his hand away and lower over Dean to feed him his cock.
Cas grimaces as Dean pulls him in, and Dean does everything he knows to make Cas fall apart. He suckles on the head, running his tongue over the slit and letting drool drip out of his mouth as he strains his neck to take more of Cas in.
Within seconds, Cas has shifted to laying next to Dean and pulling him to his side, dropping his head on the bed in front of Dean’s straining cock. As Dean gets a mouthful of his husband, he feels the hot, slick bliss of Cas’ mouth around him. Cas is gently moving his hips in a gentle fuck at Dean’s mouth, so Dean mimics him and pushes his hips in and out in front of Cas’ mouth in slow movements. He groans around Cas’ dick when he feels those lips sliding up and down his length. He focuses on pulling Cas as deep as he can get him, pulling moans out of his husband that make his mouth vibrate around him.
Suddenly, Cas’ cock is ripped from Dean’s mouth and he chases it lamely, but Cas is sitting up and adjusting his body so he can lie on his stomach between Dean’s legs. Cas has shoved his index finger in his mouth alongside Dean’s cock to wet it. Dean moans even before Cas has pulled out his finger, because he knows what’s coming. Cas quickly finds Dean’s long-neglected hole and burrows in up to the first knuckle. Dean arches his back and tries to keep still, but even before they’d taken that stupid chastity pledge Dean hadn’t bottomed in over a month. He’s long overdue for Cas’ cock and he grips the sheets in closed fists as he hopes his body didn’t forget how to accept him.
Cas hasn’t forgotten that it’s been a while, either. He maintains one finger, unmoving until Dean allows himself to relax around him, and then moving gently and coming off Dean’s cock a few times to spit on his hand. Soon Dean clenches his teeth and pushes Cas’ head up while he wills himself not to come. Cas distracts him with a second finger, moving in and out and scissoring them hard enough that the tiny bit of pain is enough of a distraction.
“Fuck,” Dean sighs, resting back on his elbows and watching Cas finger him open. “I love you,” he says breathlessly. It earns him a quick smile and a kiss to his cock before Cas is reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing his dress pants from the floor.
Dean laughs when he sees Cas pull out a mini bottle of lube, and then surges forward to grab either side of his face and kiss him. “I love my boy scout,” he says against Cas’ lips.
“Actually,” Cas says as he uncaps the bottle and rips the paper seal with his teeth. “Gabriel gave this to me. He said he didn’t want me to be unprepared. I think it was a joke, but I’d forgotten to bring anything. It’s all packed in my suitcase for the trip.” He’s slowly pushing Dean backwards and Dean is both amused and shocked.
“You forgot? You? Ever since I fucked you in the back of my car you’ve kept Astroglide hidden all over.”
“I was busy today,” Cas snapped, rubbing two wet fingers over Dean’s semi-prepared hole. Dean moans, either in agreement or just to fill the air, and Cas sinks two fingers inside. “We’ll have to thank Gabriel for this.”
“Cas, stop talking about you brother while you’ve got your fingers in me,” Dean says half-heartedly.
Instead of replying, Cas hooks his fingers forward and Dean arches off the bed with surprised gasp. He goes back to prep, moving his fingers around expertly until he knows he can fit another one in.
“How are you?” Cas asks softly. His quiet, sex voice is deeper and throatier, but lighter. Like he’s in awe, worshiping at Dean’s feet. He keeps this voice on when he’s checking on Dean—it’s always when they do anal, and Dean doesn’t feel like a breakable sheet of glass at the question—it’s a request for continued consent—because of the way Cas asks for it.
“Mhm,” Dean hums his approval. “Three’s good. Keep it here for a minute.”
“We’re at four,” Cas responds, the smile strong enough to hear in his voice.
“Jesus,” Dean groans when Cas brushes his prostate again. “You snuck that last one in.”
“Not on purpose.”
Dean lays his hand on Cas’ arm, the one he’s leaning on while the other moves in and out gently. “What do you think?” He’s starting to lose his ability to talk, just focusing on how easily he’s accepting four fingers and how perfect Cas is to get him this far without Dean noticing.
Cas laughs, leaning over to kiss him. “That’s not something I can decide. You tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m good,” Dean answers shortly, grunting as Cas’ fingers spread inside him, and he has the undeniable feeling of fullness. It’s not enough, though—and he knows that when he’s at this point, he’s ready.
Cas, of course, waits until Dean’s panting and asking for it between broken moans. “Come on, Cas,” he says under his breath. “Just fuck me already!”
Cas does not speed up his actions, just pulls his hand away and rubs more lube onto his cock, and then stops to grab a tissue from the bedside table. He lifts each of Dean’s legs up separately, folding them over Dean’s body and adjusting his position to lower himself down.
Dean’s shivering in anticipation, waiting—waiting, until he feels the fleshy end of Cas pressing against him. He moans and closes his eyes, hooking his wrists around his knees to keep himself open for Cas. His husband sinks in until his hips are flush with Dean’s ass, mumbling, “this is why I said on your back.”
Dean stifles a laugh at the same time Cas thrusts forward and it turns into a choked-off yelp. Then it’s one after another, perfect movements that drag against Dean’s inner walls and punch the air out of him.
Dean’s dangerously close to the edge, after weeks of celibacy and enough attention from Cas’ mouth and fingers. He starts to beg silently, unable to reach his cock as Cas moves in swifter, harder thrusts. “Cas,” he can barely get out. Cas just tilts his hips up and keeps pounding away. Dean’s bewildered, ready to ask Cas directly to grab his cock and help him finish. There’s two direct hits to his prostate and Dean realizes that Cas is helping him. It’s happened before—and if Dean had to guess, he’d say that getting fucked senseless after weeks of denial and longer since anything bigger than a finger was up there, this is probably going to do it.
He lets go, moaning and letting Cas ram into his ass while the feeling builds. It’s always such a slow climb this way—he knows it’s coming sooner and it seems to take forever to reach its tipping point. He feels Cas’ hips stutter, and the slight stretch to his rim of Cas swelling as he begins his descent into euphoria.
It’s just enough. He hears Cas grunt, and then the dam breaks and Dean comes untouched, writhing and swearing while Cas slows and softens his thrusts. Breathless, Cas drops next to him and buries his face into the side of Dean’s head. His heaving pants fall directly on Dean’s ear, and he struggles to collect himself to gasp out, “I love you.”
Once Dean has finished twitching and he’s sure the last of it is over, he rolls to his side and tilts Cas’ chin up and brings him in for a kiss. “That was amazing,” he starts, pausing for dramatic effect. “But let’s never deny each other for that long again.”
Cas smiles, and then sighs and drops an arm over Dean. “Well, we cheated a little.”
Dean kisses him again.
They lay together until Cas starts to squirm, and Dean pulls him into the shower and insists on washing his whole body for him, paying special attention to sudsing up his hands and rubbing it in between Cas’ buttcheeks. “Can’t decide if I want this tomorrow or if I want a repeat of tonight,” he murmurs in Cas’ ear.
“We have a whole week in Mexico to do both,” Cas responds matter-of-factly.
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Clean and warm, Dean curls around his husband and breathes in the scent of hotel soap. Cas finds Dean’s hand and tugs it over his waist so they’re hugging, touching each other from head to toe. “Do you remember the first time he slept together?”
Dean laughs. “How could I forget deflowering you?”
Cas huffs. “No, I meant sleep. On the couch of my apartment?”
“Oh yeah, I remember that couch. I still can’t believe I slept on it and walked straight the next day. You know I couldn’t do that today.”
“I never told you this, but I knew how tired I was and I still didn’t say anything. I knew I would probably fall asleep on you and I wanted to see what you’d do.”
Dean hugs him closer, pressing his lips to Cas’ neck. “Did I pass your little test?”
“Yes. I woke up after you’d fallen asleep. Even though it was extremely uncomfortable, I didn’t get up. I kind of wanted to, but I didn’t think I’d have the chance to sleep with you again.”
“Right, because I was more virtuous than you,” Dean chuckles.
“No…” Cas’ voice comes softly. He’s tired now, Dean can tell. “I didn’t think you liked me as much as I liked you.”
“Hm,” Dean hums into Cas’ scalp. “Do you think so, now?”
“Well, I don’t think you married me for my virtue.”
Dean bites back his smile and holds Cas as his breathing begins to slow and he fades.
He’s not sure if Cas is still awake when he closes his eyes and says goodnight, because Cas doesn’t make much of a reply.
He thinks about sushi, Indiana Jones , about running his fingers through Cas’ hair until he fell asleep on Dean on the couch. He’s been able to for a while now—think about their first few months together. It doesn’t stifle his lungs and images he doesn’t want aren’t flashing through his brain. There’s just Cas, sweet and awkward and grinning at Dean when Dean tells a joke he knows went right over his head.
Dean squeezes Castiel’s fingers between his and falls asleep, still as smitten as he was then.