Work Text:
The camp got chilly as the sun begun to set behind the trees, streaking the sky orange and pink. The breaths of three men could be vaguely seen as they traipsed across the camp from cabin to cabin, checking in on people, and moving about weapons and supplies.
Dean, who was still taking in everything about these new surroundings and memorising them, trailed a little behind Castiel, or rather the dystopian de-winged version of him, who walked half a step behind Dean's 2014 future self. 2014 Dean took every step like he was on a mission, places to be, people to slaughter or protect, it was exhausting even for Dean to keep up with all day, but he'd be damned if he was going to just sit around all day waiting for something to happen. All of that was to say that when Castiel suddenly stopped walking, it was Dean who noticed before his future counterpart, and easily sidled up next to him to see why he'd stilled.
Apparently 2014 Dean was aware that he'd lost his following, and pulled up a couple of metres ahead, "What's the hold up?" he barked over his shoulder.
Castiel stared at the ground a few moments before squatting down to pick up something. When he rose again there were a few little round white berries in his palm. A warmth filled Dean’s chest as the small smile grew on Cas’ face, accompanied by the look of wonderment in his blue eyes that flicked up to the branches hanging overhead. The branches were laden with clusters of green leaves, dotted with white berries.
“It’s mistletoe,” Castiel announced, voice soft and laced with hope.
Following his gaze from the branches, to the berries in Castiel’s palm, to his doppelganger, it suddenly hit Dean why Castiel was pointing out the poisonous plant. He’d learnt quite quickly about the dysfunctional relationship between these versions of himself and Castiel, and how they’d taken it further than Dean had dared to even fantasise about with his own angel. It was nice to know that there was the possibility for more between them, but whatever these two had going on was not exactly what he aspired to.
“And?” Future Dean questioned impatiently, crossing his arms in front of his chest, eyes void of all warmth they might’ve once held.
Dean watched as the spark of hope and wonder in Castiel’s eyes flickered out, he felt sadness and guilt like a knife to the gut, and anger toward his future self boil his blood.
Cas flattened out his palm and let the berries fall back to the ground, wiping his hands on his jacket, “Doesn’t matter,” he murmured, clearly disheartened, his expression as sober and sour as Dean had ever seen it.
Dean tried to hold his tongue, really he did, but when his doppelganger rolled his eyes in annoyance at the ex-angel, well, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Hey! Would it kill you to be a little less of an asshole?” he groused, complete with outraged, animated hand gestures.
“It might actually, not that it’s any of your business,” 2014 Dean returned coldly.
“None of my business, really? That’s what you’re going with?” Dean cried, shaking his head in disbelief, then turned to Cas and grumbled, “Fucking jerk-off, sorry, Cas, I’m gonna be better than that when I get back to my time, I promise.”
“It is what it is, Dean,” Castiel sighed, brushing his fingers against Dean’s.
The action startled Dean, and brought their eyes together, locking their gazes. Staring into ocean blue, an overwhelming desire filled Dean’s every cell, and he leant in, “It doesn’t have to be,” he whispered right before their lips joined.
Some part of him was freaking the fuck out, but it was shut up by the way Castiel’s dry lips moved and parted against his own. His hand found it’s way to Castiel’s stubbled cheek, cupping it just as a hot, wet tongue slipped through his lips and short circuited his brain momentarily.
“Alright you’ve made your point,” Future Dean grumbled, “can we get a move on now?”
Dean slowly took his tongue back and pulled away from the enticing heat of Castiel’s mouth, “Jealous?” he couldn’t help but to ask smugly, glancing at his doppelganger.
“Of myself?” 2014 Dean scoffed, “Besides, Cas can do what, or who, he wants,” he shrugged as he turned back around and begun walking again without waiting for the other two, “I have things to do,” he called back over his shoulder.
“Right,” Dean raised his eyebrows at his doppelganger’s back, he was absolutely the jealous type, so that had clearly been a lie, but he’d let it go for now.
XXX
The following day was much the same as the previous one with Dean and Cas following 2014 Dean around the compound. However, as they passed under the mistletoe laden branches that time, berries bursting under foot, it was Future Dean that paused, holding up the other two.
Dean made to inquire as to why they were stopping when his doppelganger held up a finger to him while he approached Castiel. The ex-angel stood his ground, staring into his Dean’s eyes as the distance closed between them, and Dean raised an eyebrow, then both, then he might’ve gawked a little by accident.
Future Dean didn’t merely just kiss Castiel, it was a whole body affair, hands running familiar trails through hair, over shoulders, back, hips, gripping handfuls of ass, all while their mouths and tongues moved in a well practiced dance.
When they pulled away breathlessly, Castiel looking a little dazed, 2014 Dean drew his attention to Dean, pointer finger held out to him, “Not a fucking word,” he warned before leaning back in to whisper something in Castiel’s ear that made him shudder, or maybe that was little nibble to his ear.
Dean held his hands up, signalling that he wasn’t going to comment, though he couldn’t keep the smug smirk off of his face. The flicker of heat in his belly was kept to himself though, and now he was even more desperate to return to his own time to finally be with his own Castiel.