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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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“You have fought for the whole world… I won’t make you fight for me.”

“Make me? Cas, fighting for you is all I know.” Dean pleads. “It’s been clouded by other things, stupid things, before but it’s always been there. You’re in my bones, under my skin, in my soul. If you leave me now, I’ll never stop fighting to get you back. I’ll tear apart this whole world if I have to. I can’t keep fighting for the whole world if my world isn’t next to me fighting too.”

Dean never imagined this is how it all came out and he feels like he should be a little embarrassed that Sam is hearing this declaration of love but he can’t bring himself to care. He’d do or say anything at this point to make Cas understand and not give in to this.

Castiel just stands there. Looking at Dean with those goddamn beautiful blue eyes.

Heartache turns to frustration turns to anger.

“Dammit, Cas! We can fix this.”

“Dean,” Castiel says softly, gently with more care than he’d ever heard the angel speak. “It’s not broken. It’s just how it has to be.”

Echoes of the past send shockwaves through Dean. The last time he and Cas had said those words seemed like so long ago. So much anger that seems so trivial now. But they’d made it through then and they’ll make it through now.

“No! No, this ain’t happening. No way.” Dean shakes his head.

“Dean,” Castiel begs. “Don’t make this harder. Please.”

Dean can see the tears come to Castiel’s eyes, flooded with complete desperation, despair, anguish. It’s a look that Dean never thought he’d see marr the features of his angel.

“Cas, I-” Dean breathes. He can’t speak. Emotion claws its way up his throat and grips his vocal cords, cutting out his voice. His eyes become blurry with tears and he can’t even bring himself to try to clear them.

Dean turns to Sam who has been standing to the side, trying to process the information himself. For once Dean doesn’t have the answers, and he needs his little brother to help him.

All their lives Dean has been looking out for his pain-in-the-ass little brother, been strong for Sam, helped him through anything. Now, he wants nothing more than to crumble into his baby brother’s arms.

“Sammy..” Dean begs through tears.

Sam shakes his head, not uttering a word.

Overwhelming pain pulses through Dean. Even through his torture in hell, he could never have imagined an agony like this - an open wound that would never heal. He grits his teeth as he tries to swallow down a sob racking through his body.

He turns back to face Castiel. His angel’s face is crumpled in sorrow.

“I just, after everything we’ve been through. This can’t be it.” Dean sobs. His barriers are down, the flood gates open and he’s never felt more exposed than he does right now.

Castiel takes a step closer and reaches a delicate hand to touch Dean’s hand that lays by his side.

No words are spoken between the hunter and the angel. Dean allows Castiel to grip his hand. He welcomes the physical connection to his love.

“I thought we’d have more time.” Dean whispers.

“I know, Dean. I did too.” Castiel smiles through the tears on his face.

Dean.

God, what would he do without hearing his name said like that? Shouted. Whispered. Screamed. Mumbled. Dean doesn’t care. He’d take anything over this.

Castiel places his other hand on Dean’s wet cheek. Dean closes his eyes and leans into the touch, savouring the warmth.

When he opens his eyes, he sees nothing but love on Castiel’s face. “You have to know, Dean. Raising you from hell changed everything.” He whispers. “And even if this had to be the outcome every time, I wouldn’t deviate from even one second of our journey together.”

A fresh wave of tears slid down Dean’s face. “Me too, Cas.”

Dean takes a breath and leans his forehead against Cas’. Closing his eyes, he breathes in the smell of the angel, a smell he could have covered himself in.

A few seconds pass before Dean opens his eyes again. Castiel opens his eyes too, as if sensing Dean’s minute movement.

Not wasting a second more, Dean closes the gap between them, capturing Castiel’s lips in a soft kiss.

His heart breaks all over again. Knowing now that this is what he’d been missing out on, knowing that he’d never have the time to explore Castiel in ways that he’d always been too scared to try. It was a new kind of torture.

They pull apart but remain locked together, breathing each other in for the first and last time.

With a sniff, trying to clear the tears, Castiel takes a determined step back.

He squares his shoulders. And avoids Dean's destroyed look.

Instead, he turns to Sam. And smiles. “Sam, I once called you ‘the boy with the demon blood’ and ‘an abomination’ but I was wrong. You’ve weathered many storms. You’re worthy of many great things. I’m honoured that I’ve been able to call you my family. Thank you.”

Sam smiles through the tears on his face, and nods. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to. Castiel knows how Sam feels.

“Dean,” Castiel finally looks to Dean again. “I’m sorry. I hope one day you can forgive me.”

Dean lets out a small watery laugh. “There’s nothing to forgive, Cas. I’ll never hold this over you.”

Castiel smiles to himself before he straightens once again and looks each Winchester brother in the eyes one last time, with a look of defeated acceptance.

He takes a deep, unsteady breath.

“Goodbye.”

And Castiel is gone.

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dickspeightjrs · 3 years

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What’s In A Name? (coffee shop au / 10.1k words / barista!cas / mentions of alcoholism)

Castiel had always enjoyed the smell of coffee.

His parents were both lawyers with long work hours, which meant they always had a pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen to keep them going. The smell was the blanket of Castiel’s childhood.

That was one thing that led Castiel to open his own coffee shop in downtown Chicago. His parents had actually disowned him when he’d quit law school and decided he wanted to try something different but it was still the memories of rich coffee that made Castiel open ‘Angel Delights’.

Nearly a year on from first opening his doors, Castiel couldn’t be happier with how things were going.

At first, he couldn’t afford extra workers so he went for many weeks without a day off or even a lie in. But welcoming customers from all walks of life into his shop, and seeing them leave satisfied was worth the tiredness.

He’d since been able to hire a few members of staff to help him out. But he still found himself spending as much time as he could at the shop. It was his favourite place to be and he was proud of what he’d achieved.

And spending so much time in the shop meant that he could get to know his regulars.

There was the guy who came in always looking a little worse for wear. He’d ask for their most basic coffee and pay for it with scrunched up dollar bills. Castiel always made sure to give him a snack on the house, waving off any protests from the man until he relented and gave Castiel a grateful smile.

Then there was the gaggle of young mothers who met every Thursday morning to swap stories of what their little ones had managed to get up to that week. They even wrenched Castiel in to look at pictures of their children as they grew. Castiel couldn’t complain. He loved children and was sure to have special cookies tucked away for when he had the pleasure of having well-behaved, smiley kids in the shop.

But none of them compared to Batman.

Of course, Castiel knew that Batman wasn’t the man’s real name. But it was all he’d had to go on so far.

Batman first appeared in Angel Delights one Wednesday afternoon. The lunch rush had just ended and Castiel was manning the counter while Charlie went on her break.

Castiel was wiping down the surfaces and rearranging the mugs when the bell above the door jingled. He turned to stand at the counter, giving the new customer his best customer service smile.

But his smile faltered slightly when he took in the man before him.

Simply put, he was beautiful.

Well, Castiel couldn’t actually see his whole face but what he could see was wonderful. Short, perfectly styled hair, which complimented sun-kissed skin. A dark leather jacket that hugged his torso in all the right places. And a whispering of stubble across his cutting jawline. If only he wasn’t wearing those sunglasses. Castiel would have loved to have seen the eyes that surely would be as beautiful as their owner.

But, despite catching Castiel’s attention with his good looks (and a few of the other customers, it had to be said), Castiel couldn’t help but notice that the man didn’t carry himself with the confidence that his appearance suggested he should have.

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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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Money and Misunderstandings (au / 4k words / lawyer!cas / kindergarten teacher!dean)

Prompt 10 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @destielfactory

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Dean pulled at his tie again. He could swear they were designed originally as a way to torture people to death.

Sam turned to see his brother fiddling with the knot. “Dude, stop it. The party has barely started, you can’t take your tie off yet.” He slapped Dean’s hand away.

Dean grumbled. “Fine. I’ll keep it on. But I ain’t gonna act like I’m happy about it.”

Sam just rolled his eyes in response.

It was looks like the bitch-face Sam was giving him that made Dean almost regret being proud as hell of his kid brother.

Sam had just graduated from law school and managed to get an internship at the extremely prestigious Novak & Sons. Dean knew that the company must be a big deal because it had recently been splashed across the news.

Apparently, the super old guy who owned the law firm had bitten the dust and left the whole thing to one of his sons. Dean couldn’t see the big deal about it all but Sam had been glued to the news the week that it all went down.

Regardless, Sam was now an intern (though an unpaid one so Dean still helped him out with rent and bills), which meant he got invited to swanky parties thrown by the firm any time they sealed a major deal with another supposedly big deal client.

Sam might be able to fit in with these snooty bastards, but Dean couldn’t. This wasn’t even a damn party. Just a bunch of rich people standing around chortling at each other and having conversations about the newest yacht they’d bought.

Dean was interrupted in his grumblings by a guy walking up to him and Sam.

“Winchester, isn’t it?” The guy asked Sam, obnoxiously.

Dean bristled. This guy didn’t even know Sam’s name. Douchebag.

“Yes, sir, it’s Sam.” Sam stuck out his hand for the man to shake. The man accepted, giving it a sharp shake.

Then he turned his hard gaze to Dean.

“And who is this?” The man said with a subtle sneer.

“Oh, this is my brother, Dean Winchester. Dean, this is my boss, Michael Novak.” Sam introduced them.

Ah! The ultimate douchebag.

Neither man offered a hand to shake. They’d sussed each other already.

“And what is it you do Dean?” Because you certainly don’t belong here.

“I’m a kindergarten teacher.” Dean said, proudly

Michael’s face soured further (if that was even possible).

“Don’t they say that teaching kindergarten is like glorified babysitting?” Michael chortled.

Dean’s eyes narrowed. This guy was already skating on thin fucking ice. And that ice just cracked.

“Listen here, asshole.” Dean pointed a finger at the suited bastard. He could see Sam cringe and look at the floor next to him. But nothing would stop him now. “My kids are awesome. I’m teaching them to be even more awesome adults when they’re older. I just hope none of them turn into jumped up douchebags like you.”

“Dean!” Sam despaired.

“Sorry, Sam.” Dean mumbled. But he wasn’t sorry. Not really. He was only sorry that he’d embarrassed his brother. He would never apologise for defending his choice of career.

Dean chanced a glance at Michael. If the dude was a cartoon, he’d probably have steam coming out of his ears right about now.

“I’m going to the bar.” Dean murmured, leaving Sam to apologise on his brother’s behalf.

Dean hoped there wouldn’t be consequences for Sam after his outburst. He just hated it when people looked down on other people for their jobs. Basic respect for others was something he prioritises with his kindergarteners. It was a shame that some adults couldn’t seem to grasp the concept.

He walked through the crowd of guests like a storm cloud towards the bar.

Luckily, it seemed most of the attendees were relying on the waiters for their drink orders meaning the bar was empty save for the bartender. Dean slumped onto one of the stools.

“What’re you after, Brother?” The guy asked as he made his way over to Dean.

“Whatever isn’t that fancy shit everyone else sees to be having.”

The bartender, Benny his name tag read, laughed a deep, rich laugh. “I feel that. How’s a good, smooth whiskey sound?”

“Finally, someone talking my language.” Dean smiled.

Benny passed him over a tumbler of gorgeous brown liquid.

Dean lifted it in silent cheers and downed it in one go, sucking his lips at the sharp burn it sent down his throat. “Another one where that came from, dude.” Dean slid the glass across the bar top back towards Benny.

“You sure, Brother?” Benny questioned.

“Sure as shit. I gotta get through this night somehow.” Dean mumbled.

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” A voice that wasn’t Benny’s (or Sam’s for that matter) appeared from Dean’s right.

Dean turned his head to find a dude around his age looking back at him with distinctive blue eyes.

The guy had on a suit and tie much like that other people in the room. But, the tie was loosened and curled backwards towards the end. His top button was undone and his trenchcoat that blanketed the whole outfit seemed as though it was barely hanging on to his shoulders.

How come this guy could come dressed like that but Dean couldn't loosen the tie that had been strangling him for two hours already. (The dude looked like he’d just had seven minutes in heaven with someone in the cleaning cupboard for god’s sake!)

Dean was snapped out of his judgement of the guy in front of him by Benny placing a fresh glass of whiskey on the counter. The bartenders gave him a wink and looked slyly over to the trenchcoat guy still standing, leaning against the bar.

What was Benny trying to say?

Dean didn’t have long to think it over as the bartender moved away to collect dirty glasses at the other end of the bar, leaving Dean and the trenchcoat guy alone.

“So,” Trenchcoat Guy continued, perching himself on the seat next to Dean, “what are you doing here if this evening is so torturous to you?” The words were said, not with bitter condescension like Michael might have asked, but, it seemed, with genuine interest.

Alright, Dean could play ball. Plus, this guy was hot. Dean would be thinking of a flirtatious answer if he wasn’t conscious of embarrassing Sam again by hitting on someone who is probably one of his co-workers.

“I’m here with my brother, Sam.” Dean explained. “He’s just started as an intern here. Wouldn’t kill the bastards to pay him though, he works harder than any kid I know.”

Dean winced. He has gotta stop insulting the people Sam works with or for.

“And I take it, this isn’t your usual environment to socialise in?” Trenchcoat Guy enquired.

Dean huffed a laugh. “You could say that. Turns out I don’t so much enjoy being looked down on for my job, no matter how much I might love my brother.”

Trenchcoat Guy frowned. “What happened?”

“Some dude called Michael made a dick comment about me being a kindergarten teacher. Told him exactly what I thought about his opinion and embarrassed my brother in the process. So I sought refuge at the bar.”

Blue eyes darkened. “That’s appalling! I’m sorry that happened.” Trenchcoat Guy placed an earnest but comforting hand on Dean’s. “Being a teacher is incredibly admirable. You’re helping to shape and guide future members of society.” He assured. “There’s nothing more noble than that. Definitely not a lawyer who seems to see the money before the client.”

Where had this guy come from? He seemed a little weird and dorky but also genuine and caring.

Dean shrugged off the compliment. Just because he wasn’t okay with people disrespecting his job, didn’t mean he was comfortable being showered with praise and kind words.

Instead, Dean flagged down Benny and asked for a beer, looking to Trenchcoat Guy to silently ask if he’d like one too. Trenchcoat Guy nodded.

The two men kept eye contact as they took the first sips of their beers. Dean’s eyes fell to the way the guy’s lips shaped around the lip of the bottle. He flicked his eyes up again to find the guy had seen the movement. He knew exactly what he was doing to Dean, if the way he slowly licked lingering droplets of beer from his bottom lip was anything to go by.

Any other day, any other time and Dean would have jumped at the chance to, well, jump this guy. But, he wouldn't do that to Sam.

Instead, he cursed the fates for sending him this awesome guy at exactly the wrong time. Taking another sip of his beer, he moved to get up from his seat. He’d better go find Sam and check he hadn’t ruined his brother’s position in the company.

He was about to open his mouth to bid the beautiful stranger goodbye when the guy’s eyes left Dean’s and locked onto something over Dean’s shoulder. The blood seemed to drain from his face. Frantic blue eyes snapped back to Dean’s.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Dean asked, confused at the turn this had taken. He could feel his resolve slipping. Sam’s reputation be damned.

The guy didn’t answer.

Suddenly, his hand was on Dean’s cheek and he was placing a deep kiss on Dean’s lips.

Dean had no idea what was going on but his night had improved dramatically in the last three seconds so he definitely wasn’t going to complain. He placed a hand on the guy’s waist, pulling him in closer to his own body.

After a few heated moments, the guy pulled away. Though Dean kept the hand on his waist so he couldn’t move far. He wasn’t letting him go any time soon, that was for sure.

“I’m sorry.” Trenchcoat Guy panted, chest rising to gulp down air that he’d been deprived of. “My assbutt of an ex was coming towards us.” He tried to step back out of Dean’s embrace.

But Dean held his grip firm.

“No need to apologise, dude.” Dean assured.

Looking into the guy’s eyes, feeling his moving chest against his own, Dean could feel his will power slipping.

Screw it.

Dean pressed his forehead against the other man’s. “Stop me if you don’t want this.” He whispered before he placed his lips over the other man’s.

The kiss was deepened instantly. By who Dean wasn’t sure but at this point, he really didn’t care.

Dean allowed himself to be manhandled against the bar, never breaking the passionate connection he had with this wonderful stranger.

As if the guy could read his mind he softened the kiss to whisper briefly against Dean’s lips. “I’m Castiel, by the way.”

Dean’s brain was so preoccupied that he could barely stutter out his own name in return.

“Hmm.” Castiel hummed against Dean’s lips. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, Dean. But I’d very much like it if you took me home. Right now.”

They broke apart and Dean looked into Castiel’s eyes. The calm blue from before had been replaced with seductive black.

Yep. This was definitely happening.

“Let’s go.” Dean grabbed Castiel’s hand to drag him towards the exit.

But Castiel stopped him.

“What about your brother?”

Shit. Trust his downstairs brain to throw logic out the window and forget about his brother.

But he dreaded seeing the look of disappointment on Sam’s face when he told him where he was going. And who with.

“Don’t worry, Brother.” Benny’s voice spoke up from the bar. “I’ll find him and let know you’ve gone home.”

Dean shot Benny a grateful look. “Thanks, man.” He tried not to weirded out that Benny had seen what had just gone down.

He once again grabbed Castiel’s hand and tugged him towards the nearest exit.

Once outside, Dean hailed a taxi. He would have loved to have shown Castiel his beautiful 67 Impala but he’d had a couple of drinks and there was no way he was going to risk driving home. Plus, even without the drinks, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his hands to himself long enough to get back to his.

As soon as they made it through Dean’s front door, he sobered slightly. As respectful and understanding as Castiel had been earlier, he was clearly used to the finer things in life if he was at the firm party. Dean and Sam’s apartment was a far cry from that.

“It’s not much…” Dean explained.

Castiel turned from where he’d been doing a quick scan of the main room to lock eyes with Dean. “The only thing I’m concerned with right now is where your bed is.”

Dean could only point towards the corridor leading to his room.

Castiel gave Dean a dark look and pulled him along by his tie. Maybe ties weren’t so bad after all.

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The next morning, Dean awoke to the feel of bare skin against his own.

The body on top of his shifted and he could feel a rumble travel up through it.

“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel hummed.

“Mornin’, Sunshine.” Dean sighed, nuzzling into Castiel’s dark hair and placing a kiss against his temple.

Dean was about to suggest breakfast when he sensed the stomping moose steps of Sam coming down the corridor outside his room.

“I don’t care if you’re hungover, I’m shouting at-” Sam stormed into the room. But he was cut off by the sight in front of him.

Dean cringed. Benny obviously hadn’t told Sam everything when they’d left last night.

“Oh my god! Mr Novak!” Sam snapped himself back to reality.

Dean turned to look at Castiel. Mr Novak? Was Castiel one of the stuck up sons of bitches sitting on a heck ton of money and not giving any of it to hard working interns like Sam?

“Hello, Samuel.” Castiel greeted, lifting himself to sit against the headboard. “You can call me Castiel. I feel as though we’ve moved past the normal professional relationship now.”

“Okay, Castiel.” Sam was clearly still in shock. “I’m just going to leave now.” He cleared his throat awkwardly and then ducked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Dean turned again to Castiel. “Okay, what just happened?” He asked, completely confused as hell.

Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s. “I’ll explain everything but I think you need to go and make sure your brother is okay.”

Dean was unsure. He didn’t want to just leave Castiel in his bed alone.

“Go, Dean. I’ll wait here for you.” Castiel said, sensing Dean’s apprehension.

“Okay.” Dean submitted, quickly pecking Castiel on the lips before getting up from the bed, throwing on some boxers and leaving the room.

It wasn't until he was closing the bedroom door behind him that Dean realised he’d just kissed Castiel goodbye like they were boyfriends or something.

Way to go, Dean. Scare the dude off before anything had properly started.

Anyway, one problem at a time, he thought as he rounded the corner to find Sam pacing the length of the living room.

“So…” Dean began, awkwardly.

“I can’t believe you, Dean.” Sam said, angrily. “Did you not think of my career at all? Of all the people to go home with at that party, you went home with my boss?”

Hang on..

“Boss?” Dean asked, “I thought that Michael dude was your boss?!” Dean said, confused as hell.

Sam ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner. “I’m an intern, Dean. Practically everyone in the damn company is my boss. And Castiel? He’s the boss.”

Dean paled. “What?”

Sam sighed. “He runs the whole damn thing! Didn’t you see the news a couple months ago? His dad died and left the whole firm solely to Castiel. It created a big stink because his brothers, including Michael Novak, didn’t get a look in. They’ve been contesting the will for months now.”

Dean slumped onto the couch. He couldn’t believe it. Castiel had lied to him? Well, maybe not lied, just didn’t tell the whole truth.

Sam saw Dean's mood suddenly turn and frowned. “You really didn’t know?”

Dean silently shook his head.

“I’m sure he has his reasons for not saying anything.” Sam tried to reassure his brother.

Dean waved it off. “Don’t worry about it.” He said. “Yeah, I really like the guy, but once he realises who he shacked up with, he’s not gonna hang around.” He shrugged, accepting the situation for what it was.

There was no way someone like Castiel, with that amount of wealth and riches, would be interested when he understood that Dean was a grown man who still lived with his little because they couldn’t afford much else right now.

“Why don’t you let him decide that for himself?” Sam asked, pulling Dean from his negative thoughts. “All I know is, I’ve only met Castiel a handful of times but he’s only one of the Novak brothers that has ever tried to even learn my name.”

Dean was torn. This was such a big thing for Castiel to neglect to mention.

“Man, I don’t know. This only started because he was hiding from an ex at the party.” Dean explained. “And now I say it out loud, it sounds like a lie. God, I’m so stupid.” He dropped his head into his hands.

“Damnit, Dean!” Don’t you ever watch anything on TV other than Doctor Sexy?”

Huh? Dean shot his brother a confused squint.

Sam shook his head in exasperation. “Even before their dad dying and the inheritance fiasco, the Novak brothers have always been sort of minor celebrities - comes with the money I guess.” Sam explained. “All I know is that he did have what the media called a ‘messy break up’ with a guy who worked for the company. And he was definitely at the party last night.”

Dean sighed. He didn’t know what to think.

“Look, Dean. You clearly like this guy already. He’s literally in your room waiting for you. Go talk to him.”

Dean nodded and stood up, taking a determined breath.

Sam gave him a supportive pat on the back.

Just before he left the room, Dean turned back to his brother. “Are we good?”

Sam smiled. “Yeah, man, we’re good.”

Dean nodded and left.

When he re-entered his room, Castiel was still sitting in Dean’s bed, picking at a thread in the covers. He looked up at the sound of the door clicking shut.

“How did it go?” Castiel asked, patting the space next to himself, silently asking Dean to join him again.

Dean sat on the bed, but he didn’t get back under the covers next to Castiel. He still wasn’t sure what to do. “It’s okay. We smoothed everything out.” Dean nodded. “Found out some stuff about you though.”

Castiel nodded in understanding.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were the boss? My brother’s boss?!” Dean asked, pleading for an explanation.

“I wanted to come up to you. I’d already seen you from across the room earlier and when I finally gathered the courage to come up to you, you were complaining about my party and clearly had no idea who I was.” Castiel explained.

Dean flushed. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry, Dean.” Castiel reached over to take Dean’s hand in both of his. “It was refreshing. With everything that has been going on recently, it was nice to have a break from that. And then my ex-boyfriend was coming towards us. And, well, you know the rest…” Castiel trailed off.

“The douchebag who everyone seems to know about except me.” Dean added. “He sounds like a son of a bitch.”

Castiel hummed in agreement. “That’s an understatement.” He muttered. “I found out Bart was sleeping with someone else a few months ago and I ended it immediately.” Castiel paused at Dean’s whispered ‘bastard’. “However, when my father died, he tried crawling back. He was probably after my new wealth and position in the company. I, of course, rejected him. But, Bart is the kind of person who doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Dean scowled. He may have only just found out the diner details, but he wouldn’t hesitate to punch that dick in the face if he ever saw him.

Taking in Castiel’s downtrodden look, Dean sighed. “I understand all of that Cas. But you heard me last night. You run the show and you seem like a decent guy but how can you have hard working interns like Sam and not pay them a cent? While you sit on a literal throne of money?”

Dean looked down at his lap. He wasn’t sure he was going to like whatever Castiel had to say.

“Dean,” Castiel lifted Dean’s chin to make the man look at him, “I completely agree with everything you said. That’s one of the reasons my father left everything to me.” Castiel explained. “He knew I had new ideas for the company. He knew it was only a matter of time before he had to hand it over to his sons. So he left it all to me on the sole condition that I go ahead with the changes that I wanted to implement.”

Dean let out a breath and smiled. Okay, this sounded good. “What, uh, kinda stuff are you changing?”

“Firstly, we’re going to be taking on a lot more pro bono cases. We are sitting on a throne of money, as you say,” Dean blushed, “and it’s time we actually did something good with it.”

Dean nodded. Now Castiel mentioned it, he remembered Sam saying something about that when he’d first joined Novak & Sons.

“And,” Castiel continued, “though it hasn’t been announced to the public or even the employees themselves, interns will be getting a competitive rate of pay. You’re right. They do work hard for us and they deserve to be properly credited for it.”

Dean certainly hadn’t expected that. He’d expected Cas to say that it was out of his hands, or just simply that’s how things worked there.

“Now, can you please say something? I’m worried I’ve ruined this before it could even begin.” Castiel asked, shyly.

Dean smiled softly. “As long as you don’t mind slumming it with someone like me, I only have one more question.” Castiel nodded.

“Can I kiss you?”

Dean would give anything to never see that smile leave Cas’ face.

Instead of answering, Castiel pulled Dean towards him by the shoulder. The smile didn’t leave his face as Dean pressed a long, sweet kiss to his lips.

“I hope you’re ready,” Castiel said later after they’d parted for breath, “making out with the boss last night would have made quite a spectacle.”

Dean made a noise of indifference just as Sam shouted from the living room. “Woah, dude! You’re on the news making out with Castiel!”

“Told you.” Castiel said, triumphantly.

Dean just laughed and pulled Castiel back in for another deep kiss.

* * *

They still had a few issues to iron out before they embarked on a relationship, but in the end those issues seemed like small bumps in the road and it was a smooth ride after that.

Despite his brother’s relationship with the boss, Sam was treated no differently to anyone else. It was important to Castiel to make it clear that any achievements Sam had were entirely down to Sam himself and he had not been handed anything under family privileges.

And Sam’s hard work paid off. Within a few years, Novak & Sons had another major overhaul and became Winchester & Novak. (Castiel’s brothers had had something to say about, but as he’d been doing for years until that point, he just ignored them.)

Though, it was only a few months after the changes that Dean asked Castiel how pissed off his brothers would be if it was changed again to Winchester & Winchester. Castiel had just laughed and let Dean place the ring on his finger.

(Turns out, his brothers were extremely pissed off. Oh well.)

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Prompt if you're still up for it: a happy end to The End episode

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They’d done it.

Dean still wasn’t sure how they’d managed to pull it off. But, a team made up of both versions of himself, Chuck and Castiel had done it.

They’d finally tracked down Lucifer. It had pained Dean to see that bastard using his little brother’s body. But even in his true vessel, Lucifer had been becoming weak. Sam must have been fighting the possession hard from the moment he’d said yes. Beating down the walls inside just to try and make a crack.

With Dean and the team pushing from the outside, and Sam pushing from the inside, Lucifer finally cracked. Sam bleed through that crack and begged his brother to use this moment of weakness to kill Lucifer, and get rid of him for good.

2014!Dean had little time to argue no matter how much it pained him to have to kill his brother. In the small window of weakness, he plunged an angel blade right into Sam’s heart.

Dean could only watch with despair as he watched his brother be taken, knowing there was nothing he could do about it - there was no way to get him back this time.

What was the point in anything now? If this is how it would all end up, Dean didn’t want it. He’d fight even harder to stop his Sam from saying yes to Lucifer. He couldn’t lose his brother again.

Both Deans knelt by Sam’s unmoving body, sadness and pain coursing through them.

Behind 2014!Dean, Castiel appeared and placed a hand on the hunter’s shoulder. 2014!Dean lifted his hand, never taking his eyes off his brother’s face, to place it on Cas’. Dean felt like he was intruding on a moment so he took one last look at his brother and rose to his feet.

Chuck came over, giving him a sympathetic look. He took Dean’s place next to Sam’s body and placed a hand on his still chest.

A deep gulp of air sounded across the wooded area.

Everyone looked with amazement as Sam opened his eyes.

“Did we get him?” He coughed.

The team remained speechless. 2014!Dean fell backwards into Castiel’s legs.

“Welcome back, Sam” Cas spoke after a few moments, giving the man a small smile.

Both Deans remained locked in stunned and disbelieving silence. Sam sat up and looked down at the fried blood on his shirt. “What happened? Shouldn’t I be dead?” He looked up at both versions of his brother, who looked just as confused as him.

“God must be looking out for you, Sam.” Chuck offered.

Sam let out a relieved laugh, which finally broke his brother kneeling beside him out of his trance. 2014!Dean threw his arms around his brother.

* * *

Later that evening, they’d all returned to base and were having a party to celebrate Sam’s return, and the end of the end of the world.

But Dean didn’t know why he was still there. At first, he thought he’d been sent to learn a lesson, to see the inevitability of the apocalypse. But Sam was back and looking pretty much as healthy as ever.

Maybe he was just stuck for good. It wouldn’t be too bad he supposed. It’d be weird getting used to having a clone though.

Speaking of the later version of himself, he was currently sat by the fire, locked in what looked like an intense, intimate conversation with Cas. After a few more seconds, both men stood up silently and walked away from the main group, towards one of the cabins.

Just at the last second, before they disappeared out of sight, Dean saw his alternate self slip his hand into Cas’.

Damn.

Dean wasn’t a blushing virgin. He knew exactly what was going on in that cabin. Future him and Cas end up hooking up. Dean found that the idea wasn’t completely unwelcome.

Suddenly, he missed his Castiel. The angel had a stick in his ass most of the time but he’d done so much for the Winchester, rebelled against his own family. He was their family now.

Great. Dean realised he liked Castiel just as he got trapped in the future with a Castiel that is cool but not his Cas - and who was clearly already taken anyway.

Not feeling the party mood anymore, Dean downed the last of his beer and went to find an empty cabin. He’d get some sleep and start trying to figure out how to get home in the morning.

He went in the opposite direction from where Cas and the other Dean has gone - he certainly didn’t want to be hearing what was going on in that cabin right now.

Soon enough, he was lying on an old camp bed and willing his brain to stop thinking for one second so he could be taken by sleep.

He closed his eyes and hoped.

* * *

“Dean.”

“Dean, I know you’re alive. You need to wake up.”

Dean’s eyes fluttered open.

Bent over him was Castiel. But he was wearing his stupid tax accoutant trenchcoat again. Dean looked around the room. He wasn’t in the cabin anymore. Instead, the questionable decor of a random highway motel surrounded him. He pulled himself up to sit against the headboard, head swimming with thoughts.

Sensing Dean’s confusion, Castiel sat hesitantly on the side of Dean’s bed. “Sam couldn’t wake you this morning, so he called for me.” He explained.

“You never come when Sam calls.” Dean countered.

Castiel shrugged softly, “I will always come for you, Dean.”

Trying to avoid blushing at the double meaning to Castiel’s innocent words, Dean asked, “Cas, what year is it?”

The angel titled his head. “2009 of course, Dean. Are you feeling alright?”

Dean watched a look of concern flit across Castiel’s normally stoic face. Obviously, the angel knew nothing of where Dean had been, nothing of what he had seen.

Images of their future selves walking hand in hand flashed through Dean’s mind. He looked at his angel sat on the motel bed - here only because he was concerned for Dean.

Dean was still determined not to let Sam say yes to Lucifer. But he did know one thing for certain - he wasn’t going to wait another five years to have something he knew was inevitable.

He slowly reached across the mattress to grasp Castiel’s hand in his. He didn’t want to startle the angel. God only knew if this Castiel would feel the same as his future self did.

But Dean needn’t have worried. Castiel gripped his hand right back.

Both men smiled down at their joined hands.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean whispered.

The angel turned his soft look towards the hunter. “Yes, Dean?”

“How would you feel about finding the nearest diner and trying your first burger?”

“That sounds lovely, Dean.”

Dean would tell Castiel about his trip to 2014 eventually but right now he was content to explore the bond he had with his angel.

Maybe he was sent to 2014 to learn a lesson after all. Maybe it was indeed a lesson in inevitability. Not in the inevitability of death and heartache, but in love, hope and happiness.

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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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Fourth of July - (canon / 1.3k words)

Dean woke up sweaty and alone. His shirt was sticking to his skin and it wasn’t because of the scorching heat of Kansas in early July.

No, he’d had yet another nightmare. They seemed to be becoming more frequent and a hell of a lot more intense recently.

Dean couldn’t say what started them up again. He never got the doctor-recommended 8 hours of sleep but recently he couldn’t sleep more than a couple hours without waking up soaked to the skin, heart pounding like it just might jump right out of his chest. He thought he was getting better.

Obviously not.

He shuffled into the kitchen to put on the coffee machine, setting it to warm up while he took a much-needed shower. It was 3am but he knew he wouldn’t get back to sleep now.

When he returned from his shower twenty minutes later, feeling fresher but no less anxious, he noticed Castiel sitting at the table with two steaming mugs of coffee in front of him. He must have heard Dean moving from his room to the kitchen and left his own room to investigate. He turned to look at Dean with a frown torn between sympathy and worry.

Dean hated it.

He hated feeling weak. He hated making Cas’ face look like that. He hated that Cas knew him so well that all he had to do was look at Dean to know something was wrong.

In classic Dean fashion, he worked to deflect the attention away from himself.

“Dude, the wind changes and your face’ll stay like that.”

And in classic Castiel fashion, he knew Dean well enough to know when he was trying to avoid a situation.

Castiel gave Dean an unimpressed bitch face. (He’d clearly been spending too much time with Sammy.)

“Did you have another nightmare, Dean?”

Dean sat down at the table opposite Cas but regretted it when he couldn’t even meet the angel’s eyes.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. I dealt with them before and I’ll deal with them again.” Dean shrugged and reached for the warmth of the coffee cup in front of him – looking away from Cas’ knowing gaze.

“Perhaps it would help if you talked to someone about it?” Castiel suggested, never taking his eyes away from Dean.

“I can’t see a shrink, Cas, not with the life we have. They’d take one look at me and throw me in the loony bin – I’d know, me and Sam had to do it once for hunt.”

“That’s not what I meant. Maybe you could just talk to me or Sam.”

Dean made an unimpressed snort.

“You don’t want me unloading my crap onto you, Cas.”

“Maybe I do.” Castiel held Dean’s gaze, daring the hunter to challenge him.

After a beat, Dean lifted his hands up in surrender. “Your funeral, I guess.”

“We can start small if you’d like? What did you dream about tonight?”

Dean sighed. He’d rather not revisit it. It felt like the pounding of his heart had only just subsided. But seeing Castiel’s open, hopeful look made Dean want to be brave.

“I was dreaming of that Fourth of July in 1995 – the one I saw in my heaven that time, d’ya remember?” Castiel nodded in acknowledgement but otherwise made no comment.

“Well it started off with that. Man, that was a good night. We haven’t celebrated Fourth of July since, always too busy saving the world I guess.”

Castiel silently stood up to refill Dean’s coffee mug while he spoke.

“It was going just as I remember it, me and Sammy together in that field watching the fireworks light up the sky. Laughing like we didn’t have a care in the goddamn world.” Dean chuckled darkly. “But then, I turn back to look at Sam and fuckin’ Yellow Eyes is there, holding a knife against his throat. And Yellow Eyes just starts fuckin’ cutting into him. I’m screaming and screaming for him to stop but I’m paralysed and my voice comes out silent. And then Sammy’s just… gone.”

Dean could feel tears forming in his eyes. He looked up and blinked, trying to get rid of them and not let them spill over.

“Yellow Eyes has been dead for years, man. I don’t know why he’s haunting me again.”

Dean felt Castiel’s hand come down on his and squeeze softly. Normally, he’d pull away and make a joke to lighten the mood – definitely not letting his brain go there. But he was too tired, too exhausted and Castiel’s hand was keeping him tethered to reality.

It seemed Castiel could sense that Dean was done talking. He let the room be enveloped in silence for a few minutes.

Until –

“We should celebrate Fourth of July.”

Dean almost choked on the last sip of coffee.

“What?”

“You say you and Sam haven’t celebrated it since you were children and it could be helpful to make new memories to replace the ones tarnished by your nightmares.” Dean noticed a light blush appear on Castiel’s cheeks. “Plus, in all my years of existence, and my many years on this planet, I’ve never marked the occasion.”

“You know what Cas?” Dean smiled, hand moving to hold Cas’ where they both still lay on the table. “I think that’s an awesome idea.”

The blinding smile Castiel returned was bright enough to light the twilight corridors of the bunker.

* * *

A couple of days later saw Sam, Dean and Cas gathered on the abandoned field a couple blocks from the bunker.

Dean’s just finished getting the fireworks out of the trunk and setting them up on the dehydrated grass when he turns to see Castiel has made himself comfortable on the Impala’s hood – sprawled out with blankets from the backseat.

“Looking cozy there, Cas.” Dean chuckled. “But, I don’t think there’s gonna be enough room up there for all three of us with all those blankets too.”

“It’s fine, Dean!” Sam’s voice came from the side of the car. “I can use my camping chair.” He held said chair victoriously above his head before folding it out and placing it next to the beer cooler Dean insisted on bringing.

“Where the hell did you get a camping chair?”

Instead of giving Dean an answer, Sam just looked from Dean to Castiel and back to Dean again. His face said it all. The shit-eating grin working its way onto Sam’s face had ‘meddling little brother’ written all over it.

Dean shot his brother a glare, picked up and beer, and clambered up onto the hood of the Impala to join Cas. Cas immediately moved to Dean like a magnet – offering Dean part of the blanket he’d wrapped over his shoulders.

Dean took it, mumbling a quick ‘thanks’ and indicated to Sam to light the fireworks.

As the first few rockets screamed into the sky and exploded into beautiful colours, Dean felt a tickle on the side of his neck. He turned his head to look down at Cas just as his head met Dean’s shoulder.

A small smile drew itself across Dean’s face. He could see Sam’s pointed look out of the corner of his eye but, much like the other night, Dean couldn’t bring himself to deny himself this connection.

Dean felt Castiel’s voice rise through this body before he heard it.

“It’s so beautiful, don’t you think Dean?”

“Yeah.” Dean breathed. He couldn’t trust himself to say much more.

Castiel moved his face further into Dean’s neck, taking his eyes off the smattering of fireworks lighting the dotted sky for the first time since the display began.

“I hope this was everything you wanted it to be, Dean.” Castiel hummed.

Dean pressed a kiss into Cas’ dark hair. “You know what Cas? It was everything and more.” He whispered.

* * *

Did Dean’s nightmares miraculously disappear from that night on? No, of course not. Dean was pretty sure as long as he had blood pumping through his veins, that there’d be nightmares ripping through his brain.

But those nightmares are a little more bearable when you’ve got an angel holding you through the night.

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dickspeightjrs · 4 years

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just thinking about how sappy and romantic dean would be when him and cas are finally together

the closest thing he had was with lisa. but he couldn’t fully let go. always waiting for the other shoe to drop. and it did.

but with cas, the angel knows him inside and out. he can finally let go of that thing inside him that stopped him going too far in relationships (or not forming them at all).

dean would buy cas flowers from the gas-n-sip on the way back from a hunt and listen to the angel rant about the importance of flowers for bees to be able to pollenate.

or he’d bring cas breakfast in bed even though he doesn’t sleep - instead he spends all night watching over dean.

or he’d tell sam to sit in the back of the impala so that he could hold cas’ hand as he drives. sam would agree even though there is less leg room in the back just because of the blush and small smile dean gets every time he and cas hold hands.

it would be little things but dean would definitely be a romantic and you can’t take that away from me

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dickspeightjrs · 8 years

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coffee shop!au based on this awesome fan art for my wonderful and beautiful friends on twitter Helena + Marie

'I can’t believe you’re making me sit in here. I feel like an Instagraph hipster or some shit.’ Dean complained.

Sam rolled his eyes and gave his brother one of his customary bitch-faces. ‘It’s Instagram, Dean, and what’s wrong with getting our coffee from here for once?’

Dean looked at the room around him. Over-stuffed couches and too-small tables with tiny chairs cluttered the small space. ‘It’s all so pretentious. Why are there so many different types of coffee, huh? What’s wrong with a regular old cup of joe?’

Sam just scoffed and didn’t bother replying. Instead, he just looked at the tiny menu of pastries the coffee shop had on offer.

After a few moments of reading through the list of desserts, Sam laughed lightly to himself. Dean looked up from where he’d been scrolling mindlessly through his phone and gave his brother a questioning look.

When he noticed Dean watching him, Sam spoke up. He pushed the piece of paper towards his brother. ‘Hey, so get this. If you order a slice of their ‘festive apple pie’ you get a free latte with an ‘equally as festive’ design drawn on with cream.’

Dean rolled his eyes. ‘They call it ‘festive’ but it’ll just be a normal pie with crap loads more cinnamon in it.’

‘So you don’t want it then?’

‘I didn’t say that.’ Dean muttered.

Sam smirked. ‘I knew it.’

‘Don’t judge me.’ Dean said as he moved to stand from his seat. Sam lifted his hands in mock surrender but the smirk remained on his face.

Dean shook his head and walked over to join the line to the counter to order his pie.

The queue moved along quickly and soon Dean was at the counter. He looked up from where he had once again been scrolling down his phone and almost dropped it. The barista was - for lack of a better word - beautiful.

His hair was slightly ruffled like he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly. Dean couldn’t blame the dude, he’d start pulling his hair out if he had to work in a place like this. The guy’s jaw clenched slightly before it it opened to speak.

‘Excuse me, sir? Can I help you?’ He asked.

Dean glanced around him and realised he’d been holding the line up, staring at this guy. ‘Uh, yeah. Can I get the, uh, ‘festive apple pie’?’

The barista - Castiel, according to the name badge that Dean could now see on the guy’s apron - smiled and pressed some buttons on the cash register next to him. ‘And would you like the free festive latte with that?’

Dean would take anything the dude would give him at this point if he was being honest. ‘Yeah sure, dude, why not?’

Castiel smiled again and gave Dean the total to pay. As he accepted the money from Dean, Castiel told him: ‘I’ll get that ready in a couple of minutes and get someone to bring it over to your table, okay?’

Dean nodded and walked back to his table, but not before stumbling over one of the many wooden chairs scattered around the room. He looked back to see if Castiel had seen his accident and saw the barista chuckling at the coffee maker. ‘Stupid hipster chairs.’ Dean muttered to himself.

Sam was waiting at the table with a knowing smile on his face. His eyes followed Dean until he took his seat opposite Sam again.

‘You know, Sammy, the wind will change and your face will stay like that.’ Dean said,trying to cover the slight nervousness he felt at being subjected to Sam’s gaze.

Sam’s look morphed into a bitch-face again. ‘Ha ha, Dean. Very funny.’

Dean smiled at his brother sarcastically. ‘Seriously though dude, why were you looking at me like that?’

‘I noticed you getting all flustered over that guy who served you.’

‘Ahem, and? What about it?’ Dean scratched nervously at the back of his neck.

‘Nothing. I just haven’t seen you like that before. Normally you’re, well, smoother than whatever that was.’

‘Just drop it, Sam. It’s not like he’d be interested in me anyway.’

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes but he didn’t reply. Dean was grateful.

They sat in a silence that was somewhere between awkward and comfortable, until a barista came to the table with Dean’s order. Dean thanked her as she placed the plate of pie and the coffee cup on the wood surface. She left with a small smile on her face that looked as if she was trying to hold in a laugh. Dean frowned but didn’t think anything of it.

He could immediately smell the cinnamon from the apple pie - he knew it - and he was about to bring a bite of it to his mouth, when Sam choked on his drink. Once he stopped spluttering and cleared up the small puddle of coffee he’d created, he pointed to Dean’s own coffee cup. ‘Um, Dean? Have you seen your coffee?’

Dean frowned again. He hadn’t even looked at the cup, thinking that he’d probably try the strange sounding coffee after he’d eaten his warm pie. He looked down and his eyes went wide.

Drawn in the coffee, instead of the festive design it was meant to be, was a very obvious dick. Dean’s head snapped up to the counter where Castiel was stood taking someone’s order.

The barista must have sensed Dean’s gaze on the side of his face but he looked up seconds later and winked suggestively at Dean. Suddenly, his hair looked less like stressed-out-coffee-shop-worker and more like sex-hair-god.

Dean’s mouth dropped open. He slowly pointed to himself and Castiel nodded his head. Then he held up a hand and mouthed wait a second. He turned back to the customer he had been serving and when they left he looked back to Dean who was still staring at him in shock.

Castiel saw the look on Dean’s face and chuckled to himself, before pointing his finger and gesturing at something next to Dean.

Dean looked around him until, finding nothing, until he spotted the napkin under the coffee cup. He pointed at it and gave Castiel a look as if to say: is this it?

Castiel nodded and Dean took it out from under the cup. Written in blue biro was a short message.

I can’t leave the counter so I couldn’t bring you your order. I hope you like the personalisation I made ;) I finish in an hour would you like to grab something to eat?

P.S I hope the ‘stupid hipster chairs’ didn’t hurt you too much.

Dean looked straight back up at Castiel and nodded hesitantly.

Castiel gave him a beaming smile in return before returning to work.

Dean blushed and looked down at his pie, starting to gather a piece onto his fork once more.

‘You know what this means, Dean?’ Sam asked after he read the message himself.

‘Um, no?’ Dean replied, a bite of pie still in his mouth.

Sam cringed at his brother’s eating habits but shook his head and continued with what he was going to say.

‘You’re going to have to get an Instagram account.’ He laughed.

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