SPN/J2 BB: Family of Choice 4/6
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Part Four
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Dean awoke to the always wonderful feeling of someone pressed against him. He opened his eyes and smiled, seeing Cas in his arms with wings extending over to where Sam was asleep, as though Cas was trying to protect the youngest boy. That was perfectly all right by Dean.
After a few minutes of just watching, Dean remembered what the day was, and started pressing gentle kisses to Castiel's skin.
“Mmmm,” Cas hummed as he started to wake up. Dean nipped a little at his shoulder then, drawing him further into wakefulness.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, running a hand down Castiel's side before starting to grope him. It wasn't long before Cas was kissing him back properly, seeming quite happy with the events. After a few minutes of just enjoying each other's touch, Dean pulled back and smiled down at his boyfriend. “So, any requests for what to do today?”
“I do not mind,” Castiel responded, a little breathlessly. “I have not often had much reason to celebrate this day.”
“Hmph. That's going to change now,” Dean felt a rush of anger flow through him at the reminder of how badly Cas was treated. “I'll find a way to make this a really special day for you.”
“If you say so,” Castiel nodded. Dean pushed himself up and tugged Cas with him.
“C'mon. Let's go have a shower, let Sammy sleep.”
“Both of us shower at once?” Castiel asked, head tilting in that adorable way. “Won't that be awkward?”
“Not at all,” Dean leered at him. “I'm sure it's gonna be real fun.”
~*~
Castiel was still lax and sated when Dean ushered him onto the couch while he went to fix breakfast for everyone. Sam was on the floor, colouring something while he watched cartoons, and Castiel split his time between watching the boy and watching the television. He couldn't help it, his instincts were to watch out for Sam.
“Here we go,” Dean announced as he brought out a tray with a big plate of scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, and a pitcher of juice along with mismatched crockery. Castiel thought it was the best looking meal he'd ever been offered.
They ate together while Rocco's Modern Life played on the television. Castiel had never watched cartoons before he started to spend time with Dean. It was something that he now enjoyed greatly, though he disliked the ones that trivialised violence.
Briefly, Castiel wondered whether any of his family remembered that today was his birthday. The few times that he'd been home over the past few weeks, he'd been completely ignored. It seemed that he was managing to avoid his uncles, and Lucifer seemed perfectly happy to pretend that he didn't exist when no one else was around.
To most people, Castiel supposed, it would be a miserable existence. Before Dean he'd just been surviving, taking each day at a time and looking forward to when he could escape. Now, he had somewhere safe he could hide from the horrible reality of a shitty family life. It was better than he could hope for, and he prayed every day that Dean would take him away when the Winchester brothers decided to move on.
“Hey Cas,” Sam piped up when the breakfast was almost gone, “are you and Dean doing anything special today?”
“I do not believe so,” Castiel shook his head. “I was unaware that either of you would wish to celebrate today. Also, we all have school. I suppose we may do something after.”
“Dean,” Sam turned to his brother, eyes wide and pleading, “you gotta make today special for him! Take Cas somewhere nice!”
“You're suggesting we skip school?” Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing his younger brother. “Sammy, for shame!”
“Oh shut up Dean,” Sam pulled a face, making Castiel smile. “You take any excuse to skip anyway, at least today it's a good one.”
“True,” Dean nodded and glanced over at Castiel. “How about it, lover? Should we skip out and make today special?”
“That would be nice,” Castiel nodded in acquiescence. “I have no urgent assignments. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Well,” Dean started, sounding contemplative, “I do happen to know that they're screening all three Indiana Jones movies not far away... We could all go, see 'em all in a row.”
“That sounds pleasant,” Castiel nodded. He hadn't seen any of the movies before, but Sam had been quite enthusiastic about them.
“All of us? I can come too?” Sam looked ecstatic, and Castiel smiled back at him.
“We can afford it,” Dean grinned as well. “It's amazing how well little old ladies will pay a charming young man trying to help out his family by doing odd jobs...”
“And amazing how bad their husbands are at poker?” Sam asked, just getting a shark-like grin from Dean in return.
At the talk of money, Castiel bit down on his lower lip. He knew that he was adding to their financial burdens by staying so often, but Dean never tried to get any money out of him. Which was handy, because Castiel didn't have any access to his family's money. The one time he'd mentioned getting a job to help out, Dean had waved him off, saying it wasn't necessary.
Blinking, Castiel forced himself back to the present at the clatter of cutlery. Sam was clearing the plates away, and Dean was giving him a familiar look - one that usually ended in nudity.
“Y'know Cas, if you don't like the movies I'm sure we can find a private corner in the darkness to celebrate another way.”
“You are incorrigible,” Castiel muttered. That didn't stop him from crawling towards Dean and straddling his lap, kissing him softly.
“Absolutely,” Dean agreed. “It's one of my many charms.”
~*~
Sam hummed happily to himself as he stared out of the window. The Impala was roaring along the road, taking them to a day of hiding in the cinema and pigging out on junk food. He couldn't imagine a much better day.
Glancing forward, he hugged himself a little in delight. Cas was sitting in the front seat next to Dean, looking happy as his eyes wandered around. Dean was clearly in a good mood, with a Metallica tape blaring from the speakers. It felt so right, like this was how their life was meant to be.
A thought kept niggling at the back of Sam's mind though. He still wasn't always sure what was going to happen between Cas and Dean. Sam loved his brother, more than anything, but he knew that Dean wasn't good at being a boyfriend. This thing with Cas had lasted longer than any other time, even though they were having sex.
His cheeks flushed slightly at that thought. It was still a little weird to think about sex, even after Dean had given him that helpful book and not so helpful talk. Cas seemed to enjoy Dean's attentions though, and they were still together. So maybe this would last.
Which left Sam wondering what would happen when they left. He still wanted to take Cas with them, but maybe that would be too much for Dean. Maybe... maybe when they left, Cas would be left all alone too.
Not wanting to think about Dean abandoning someone like that, Sam looked up - and caught Castiel's gaze in the rear view mirror. The older boy tilted his head a little, questioning, and Sam felt a warmth flood through him. Cas was worried about him, wanted to make sure that he was all right. So he smiled back, and started softly singing along to the tape.
He'd talk with Cas later, find out what he thought of the relationship, and whether he even wanted to leave with them.
~*~
“That was very entertaining,” Castiel nodded as he and Sam left the darkened screening room, headed for the bathroom. “Highly unrealistic, but entertaining none the less.”
“That's what makes him so fun,” Sam chirped happily. “The gun fights, the magic stuff, the whip... none of it's real, and that makes it okay to watch it.”
“If you say so.” It really had been highly enjoyable, all three boys too engrossed in the first movie for Dean to attempt anything untoward.
Once they had finished their business, Castiel hung back a little from re-entering the cinema. He had the feeling that something was bothering Sam, something that he didn't want to talk about in front of Dean. Sam looked around briefly, then tugged Castiel over to a bench a little out of the way. Though he was a little confused, Castiel let Sam have his way.
“Cas, I... do you and Dean... do you guys love each other?”
“I believe so,” Castiel answered, blinking a little in confusion. “Is that a problem?”
“No,” Sam shook his head emphatically. “I like you a lot, I want you to be okay. It's just... Dean's always going on about sex, and I worry... I don't want you to get hurt just 'cause Dean can't keep it in his pants.”
Castiel thought for a moment, then smiled. Of course. Sam was such an intelligent boy, it made sense that he was thinking about these things.
“Dean says many things which are not entirely truthful,” Castiel placed a hand on Sam's shoulder awkwardly. “He may insinuate that we frequently have intercourse, however it is not as often as he likes to make out. We spend far more time talking, sharing our thoughts, or just sitting in silence together. Do not fear, our relationship is based on more than coitus.”
By this time, Sam was blushing heavily. The boy nodded, clearly uncomfortable, but he had been the one to raise the subject. Castiel waited, wondering if there were other concerns to come.
“So, when we leave... what are you gonna do? Are you gonna come with us?”
“I hope so,” Castiel admitted softly. “I do not wish to stay with my father. Dean has not spoken about his plans for when you leave.”
“He doesn't really have plans,” Sam shrugged, still looking a little embarrassed. “Dean always just takes care of the problem right in front of him, then moves on to the next one.”
“I had noticed that. His desire to make life better for those who depend on him is one of Dean's more admirable qualities.”
“Hey you two,” Dean's voice called out then. Castiel and Sam looked up to see him beckoning from the cinema doors. “Hurry up, next film's about to start.”
Sam looked a little more reassured, so they stood and headed back in. On the way past, Dean snagged Castiel's hand and gave him one of those tender smiles, like he really was in love. It made Castiel's insides tighten in wonderful ways.
“Having a good birthday?” Dean whispered into his ear as they found their seats again. Castiel nodded and smiled, turning to press a brief kiss to Dean's cheek.
“The best birthday of my life,” he said sincerely. On one side he leaned against Dean's shoulder, their fingers entwined. On his other side, he reached out and took hold of Sam's twitching hand as well. As far as he was concerned, this was perfect.
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Part Four
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Dean awoke to the always wonderful feeling of someone pressed against him. He opened his eyes and smiled, seeing Cas in his arms with wings extending over to where Sam was asleep, as though Cas was trying to protect the youngest boy. That was perfectly all right by Dean.
After a few minutes of just watching, Dean remembered what the day was, and started pressing gentle kisses to Castiel's skin.
“Mmmm,” Cas hummed as he started to wake up. Dean nipped a little at his shoulder then, drawing him further into wakefulness.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, running a hand down Castiel's side before starting to grope him. It wasn't long before Cas was kissing him back properly, seeming quite happy with the events. After a few minutes of just enjoying each other's touch, Dean pulled back and smiled down at his boyfriend. “So, any requests for what to do today?”
“I do not mind,” Castiel responded, a little breathlessly. “I have not often had much reason to celebrate this day.”
“Hmph. That's going to change now,” Dean felt a rush of anger flow through him at the reminder of how badly Cas was treated. “I'll find a way to make this a really special day for you.”
“If you say so,” Castiel nodded. Dean pushed himself up and tugged Cas with him.
“C'mon. Let's go have a shower, let Sammy sleep.”
“Both of us shower at once?” Castiel asked, head tilting in that adorable way. “Won't that be awkward?”
“Not at all,” Dean leered at him. “I'm sure it's gonna be real fun.”
~*~
Castiel was still lax and sated when Dean ushered him onto the couch while he went to fix breakfast for everyone. Sam was on the floor, colouring something while he watched cartoons, and Castiel split his time between watching the boy and watching the television. He couldn't help it, his instincts were to watch out for Sam.
“Here we go,” Dean announced as he brought out a tray with a big plate of scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, and a pitcher of juice along with mismatched crockery. Castiel thought it was the best looking meal he'd ever been offered.
They ate together while Rocco's Modern Life played on the television. Castiel had never watched cartoons before he started to spend time with Dean. It was something that he now enjoyed greatly, though he disliked the ones that trivialised violence.
Briefly, Castiel wondered whether any of his family remembered that today was his birthday. The few times that he'd been home over the past few weeks, he'd been completely ignored. It seemed that he was managing to avoid his uncles, and Lucifer seemed perfectly happy to pretend that he didn't exist when no one else was around.
To most people, Castiel supposed, it would be a miserable existence. Before Dean he'd just been surviving, taking each day at a time and looking forward to when he could escape. Now, he had somewhere safe he could hide from the horrible reality of a shitty family life. It was better than he could hope for, and he prayed every day that Dean would take him away when the Winchester brothers decided to move on.
“Hey Cas,” Sam piped up when the breakfast was almost gone, “are you and Dean doing anything special today?”
“I do not believe so,” Castiel shook his head. “I was unaware that either of you would wish to celebrate today. Also, we all have school. I suppose we may do something after.”
“Dean,” Sam turned to his brother, eyes wide and pleading, “you gotta make today special for him! Take Cas somewhere nice!”
“You're suggesting we skip school?” Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing his younger brother. “Sammy, for shame!”
“Oh shut up Dean,” Sam pulled a face, making Castiel smile. “You take any excuse to skip anyway, at least today it's a good one.”
“True,” Dean nodded and glanced over at Castiel. “How about it, lover? Should we skip out and make today special?”
“That would be nice,” Castiel nodded in acquiescence. “I have no urgent assignments. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Well,” Dean started, sounding contemplative, “I do happen to know that they're screening all three Indiana Jones movies not far away... We could all go, see 'em all in a row.”
“That sounds pleasant,” Castiel nodded. He hadn't seen any of the movies before, but Sam had been quite enthusiastic about them.
“All of us? I can come too?” Sam looked ecstatic, and Castiel smiled back at him.
“We can afford it,” Dean grinned as well. “It's amazing how well little old ladies will pay a charming young man trying to help out his family by doing odd jobs...”
“And amazing how bad their husbands are at poker?” Sam asked, just getting a shark-like grin from Dean in return.
At the talk of money, Castiel bit down on his lower lip. He knew that he was adding to their financial burdens by staying so often, but Dean never tried to get any money out of him. Which was handy, because Castiel didn't have any access to his family's money. The one time he'd mentioned getting a job to help out, Dean had waved him off, saying it wasn't necessary.
Blinking, Castiel forced himself back to the present at the clatter of cutlery. Sam was clearing the plates away, and Dean was giving him a familiar look - one that usually ended in nudity.
“Y'know Cas, if you don't like the movies I'm sure we can find a private corner in the darkness to celebrate another way.”
“You are incorrigible,” Castiel muttered. That didn't stop him from crawling towards Dean and straddling his lap, kissing him softly.
“Absolutely,” Dean agreed. “It's one of my many charms.”
~*~
Sam hummed happily to himself as he stared out of the window. The Impala was roaring along the road, taking them to a day of hiding in the cinema and pigging out on junk food. He couldn't imagine a much better day.
Glancing forward, he hugged himself a little in delight. Cas was sitting in the front seat next to Dean, looking happy as his eyes wandered around. Dean was clearly in a good mood, with a Metallica tape blaring from the speakers. It felt so right, like this was how their life was meant to be.
A thought kept niggling at the back of Sam's mind though. He still wasn't always sure what was going to happen between Cas and Dean. Sam loved his brother, more than anything, but he knew that Dean wasn't good at being a boyfriend. This thing with Cas had lasted longer than any other time, even though they were having sex.
His cheeks flushed slightly at that thought. It was still a little weird to think about sex, even after Dean had given him that helpful book and not so helpful talk. Cas seemed to enjoy Dean's attentions though, and they were still together. So maybe this would last.
Which left Sam wondering what would happen when they left. He still wanted to take Cas with them, but maybe that would be too much for Dean. Maybe... maybe when they left, Cas would be left all alone too.
Not wanting to think about Dean abandoning someone like that, Sam looked up - and caught Castiel's gaze in the rear view mirror. The older boy tilted his head a little, questioning, and Sam felt a warmth flood through him. Cas was worried about him, wanted to make sure that he was all right. So he smiled back, and started softly singing along to the tape.
He'd talk with Cas later, find out what he thought of the relationship, and whether he even wanted to leave with them.
~*~
“That was very entertaining,” Castiel nodded as he and Sam left the darkened screening room, headed for the bathroom. “Highly unrealistic, but entertaining none the less.”
“That's what makes him so fun,” Sam chirped happily. “The gun fights, the magic stuff, the whip... none of it's real, and that makes it okay to watch it.”
“If you say so.” It really had been highly enjoyable, all three boys too engrossed in the first movie for Dean to attempt anything untoward.
Once they had finished their business, Castiel hung back a little from re-entering the cinema. He had the feeling that something was bothering Sam, something that he didn't want to talk about in front of Dean. Sam looked around briefly, then tugged Castiel over to a bench a little out of the way. Though he was a little confused, Castiel let Sam have his way.
“Cas, I... do you and Dean... do you guys love each other?”
“I believe so,” Castiel answered, blinking a little in confusion. “Is that a problem?”
“No,” Sam shook his head emphatically. “I like you a lot, I want you to be okay. It's just... Dean's always going on about sex, and I worry... I don't want you to get hurt just 'cause Dean can't keep it in his pants.”
Castiel thought for a moment, then smiled. Of course. Sam was such an intelligent boy, it made sense that he was thinking about these things.
“Dean says many things which are not entirely truthful,” Castiel placed a hand on Sam's shoulder awkwardly. “He may insinuate that we frequently have intercourse, however it is not as often as he likes to make out. We spend far more time talking, sharing our thoughts, or just sitting in silence together. Do not fear, our relationship is based on more than coitus.”
By this time, Sam was blushing heavily. The boy nodded, clearly uncomfortable, but he had been the one to raise the subject. Castiel waited, wondering if there were other concerns to come.
“So, when we leave... what are you gonna do? Are you gonna come with us?”
“I hope so,” Castiel admitted softly. “I do not wish to stay with my father. Dean has not spoken about his plans for when you leave.”
“He doesn't really have plans,” Sam shrugged, still looking a little embarrassed. “Dean always just takes care of the problem right in front of him, then moves on to the next one.”
“I had noticed that. His desire to make life better for those who depend on him is one of Dean's more admirable qualities.”
“Hey you two,” Dean's voice called out then. Castiel and Sam looked up to see him beckoning from the cinema doors. “Hurry up, next film's about to start.”
Sam looked a little more reassured, so they stood and headed back in. On the way past, Dean snagged Castiel's hand and gave him one of those tender smiles, like he really was in love. It made Castiel's insides tighten in wonderful ways.
“Having a good birthday?” Dean whispered into his ear as they found their seats again. Castiel nodded and smiled, turning to press a brief kiss to Dean's cheek.
“The best birthday of my life,” he said sincerely. On one side he leaned against Dean's shoulder, their fingers entwined. On his other side, he reached out and took hold of Sam's twitching hand as well. As far as he was concerned, this was perfect.
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