Take Two -Chapter Ten- Destiel Fanfiction
Title: Take Two
Authors: islanderbib83 & pdlessard07 (pippin1983 & lotrspnfangirl)
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: R (may change)
Summary: Dean and Castiel get drunkenly married at 19. It's bold, it's rash, it's being young and in love. After Dean walked out, Castiel tried to move and after ten years, he's decided to marry again. The only thing standing in his way is his legal marriage. Dean, however, wants a second chance to prove that he's grown up, he's matured, but his love for Castiel has never changed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angsty! Totally AU.
Beta(s): Huge thanks and hugs to oldbatj for working with us on this! Jude, you’re fantastic!
A/N: We own nothing! We are taking these characters and playing with them nicely. Our fic was based off of this prompt.. Bibi primarily wrote Dean and Dani primarily wrote Cas. Our eye banners are used to signify scene changes and not POV, even if they coincide. We just think the boys have pretty eyes <3
You can find Chapter One here.
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You can find pippin1983 fiction index here.
“What the hell was that?” Castiel was fuming as he watched the Impala pull out of the driveway and heard the creak of the stairs behind him. Without needing to look, he knew his father had snuck off and Balthazar was standing behind him. “Seriously, Balt. What the fuck?”
“Don’t swear at me, Castiel.” Balthazar shook his head, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“Don’t swear at you?! Like you chose to do in front of a sweet, little five-year-old?” Castiel moved until he was standing in front of Balt, his entire body shaking. “I am so embarrassed right now!”
“You should be embarrassed, and you should feel ashamed!” Balthazar fired back, his eyes flashing angrily. “I am your fiance’, Castiel. I am the man you have chosen to marry. And you have yet to stand up for me!”
“What are you talking about?” Castiel yelled, throwing his arms in the air in disbelief. “You’re an adult, Balthazar. What the hell was I supposed to stand up for? Dean was right, you shouldn’t have talked like that in front of his daughter.”
“You don’t get it Castiel!” Balthazar shook his head, letting his eyes fall closed. When he opened them, they were swimming with tears and Castiel took a shocked step backwards.
“What am I missing here?” He said after a moment. His chest felt ripped open, torn between the guilt and embarrassment he felt for Dean and Dotty and the pain he felt at seeing Balthazar so upset.
“Everything, Cas!” Balthazar yelled, turning away in frustration. Castiel watched as the other man scrubbed his fingers through his hair in frustration before spinning back around. “I came halfway across the fucking country for you, Castiel.”
“I didn’t ask--”
“I know you didn’t ask me to! You didn’t have to ask me to! I love you, Cas, and I want to be with you! All the time! That’s why we’re getting married. And I missed you, even though it had only been a day, I already missed you and thought you might like a surprise vacation. So no, you didn’t ask me to do anything, I did it for you! And then I come here, and you’re… I don’t know what you’re doing!”
“I’m not doing anything, Balt… I’m trying to get the papers taken care of and…”
“Are you?” Balthazar shook his head, throwing himself into a kitchen chair. “Are you really trying, Cas? Because it doesn’t look that way to me.”
Castiel swallowed hard, guilt swirling in his stomach as he stared down at Balthazar, broken and destroyed in the chair.
“Dean Winchester was your first,” Balthazar whispered, his voice cracking as he stared up at Castiel. “Your first love, the first man you ever, truly wanted. The first person to hurt you. I see how you are with him, the way that he looks at you. I see the way you look at him and I can tell there’s a part of you that’s still hurting and wondering ‘what if’... I’m okay with that, I’m okay with the ‘what ifs’ and even the ‘what could have beens’ as long as I’m the one with the ‘what is’. But I can’t compete with the history, Castiel.”
“I didn’t think there was a competition.” Castiel whispered, his throat tightening.
“I didn’t think so either.” Balt replied, closing his eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek and Castiel moved to wipe it away, getting Balthazar’s hand instead, stopping his advance. “Don’t.” He shook his head and pushed away from Castiel gently. “I’m going to bed.”
Cas watched as he slipped out of the kitchen and listened to each stair creak as he made his way up to Cas’ childhood bedroom. The door clicking shut seemed to slam something inside of Cas himself and he collapsed into the empty chair, his chest and eyes burning. He folded his arms across the tabletop and laid his head on them. When he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, he didn’t bother to wipe away the tears that escaped.
He cried for himself, for hurting Balt. He cried for Dean, and the life he had lost. And he cried because he was lost and alone, with no one to turn to.
Bobby came out of the house as soon as Dean had pulled up in front of it. Confusion written all over his face.
Dean got out of the car and went to get Dorothy out of her seat. But Dorothy turned away from him, clinging to her blanket.
“Dotty. Please… come on… we’re at Bobby’s. Come.” Dean said softly and reached around her to unbuckle the seatbelt. But Dorothy pressed her face harder against the backrest and Dean could see her shake from a silent sob. Dean straightened up and looked over at Bobby. The older man understood and came over.
“Hey Princess,” Bobby leaned past Dean and into the car, smiling when Dorothy’s eyes peeked over the top of the blanket. He saw them swimming and knew they had three seconds before--
“Uncle Bobby!” She cried, thick fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She crawled out of the car seat, blanket forgotten, and launched herself into Bobby’s arms, her sobs echoing against his jacket.
“What's wrong, Princess?” Bobby asked, turning to Dean, alarmed.
“Dinner was a terrible idea, Bobby.” Dean replied. He ducked into the car to get her backpack and the blanket, then closed the door and looked at Bobby. “Let’s bring her inside.”
Bobby sighed, hiking the crying child higher in his arms and followed Dean into the house. “Come on Dotty, do you want some hot cocoa?”
“Don’t… want… Daddy…” Dotty sobbed out in gasps. “To… be… mad anymore!”
Dean set Dorothy’s teddy bear and stuff on the coffee table and sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. He shouldn’t have taken Dorothy to that dinner. It had been a mistake.
“Princess, I don’t think your Daddy is mad at you,” Bobby asked the question as he looked up at Dean, his eyes wide and questioning. His face screamed, What the fuck happened? “Come on, Dotty… Look at Uncle Bobby, please?”
Dean felt the burning behind his eyes. He tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t help. He rubbed one eye and got up, went to the kitchen to get himself a glass of tap water.
“Dean,” Bobby prompted, waving a free hand over Dorothy’s back. “Tell her you’re not mad at her.”
“But, but he is!” Dorothy sobbed louder, clinging to Bobby’s neck. “And Cas is mad and I didn’t get to finish my po-po-potatoes!”
Dean drank half of his water before he could find his words. “Dotty… Princess, Daddy’s not mad at you...” he moved over closer to lay a gentle hand on her little arm. “You’ve done nothing to make me mad.”
“But… but…” she choked out another sob and looked at him with large, tear-filled eyes. “Everyone got so mad!”
“It wasn’t your fault, Dotty. It wasn’t your fault.” Dean wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “It was all my fault. A bit Balt’s fault too, but mostly Daddy’s fault, Princess. No one’s mad at you. I promise.”
Dorothy hesitated another minute before opening up her arms and letting Dean pull her against his chest, letting her cry as much as she wanted while he rocked her back and forth. Finally, her sobs seemed to lessen, and she sniffled, focusing on picking at the collar of her Dad’s shirt instead.
“I never finished my potatoes,” she whispered, wiping her nose against the shirt and looking up at Dean with wide eyes. “Do you think Cas’s Daddy is upset I didn’t finish my potatoes?”
“He might be upset, yes, but not because he thinks you should have finished your meal, but because you loved them so much and never got to finish them,” Dean explained, nuzzling his nose against her temple. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her, rocking her some more.
Dorothy sniffed once more and settled herself across Dean’s lap, laying her head in the crook of his elbow. “Are you still upset, Daddy?” She asked, her voice soft and tired sounding.
“I’m still upset.” he nodded. “Because I didn’t want dinner to end like this.” he pushed some strands from her face. “Are you still upset, Princess?” he asked in return.
“I am upset if you are upset, Daddy.” She said, grabbing his cheeks between her palms and pulling his face down so their eyes met. “I don’t want either of us to be upset anymore, okay?”
Dean chuckled softly. “Okay, little bear. Let’s not be upset anymore.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Dorothy smiled at him and pressed a wet kiss to his face. She turned back in his arms, settling down again and looked at Bobby who was still standing in the doorway of the living room. “You’re not upset too, are you Uncle Bobby?”
“If I say I am, will I get a good night kiss and get to read you a bedtime story?” Bobby asked, taking a few steps towards the couch to pick Dorothy up. She giggled and kissed him loudly on the cheek. Bobby paused long enough to scoop up her teddy bear and blanket from the coffee table, “I’ll be right back, and we will be talking.” Bobby said over his shoulder as he carried Dorothy up the stairs and into her spare bedroom to put her down for bed.
“Yes, Sir,” Dean half smirked at Bobby. He watched them leave the room and let himself fall back against the backrest with a deep and loud sigh. At least Dorothy was more or less okay again.
Dean waited in silence for Bobby to come back into the room. Bobby took his time reading Dotty three stories before he was completely sure she was asleep. When he made his way downstairs, he flicked the living room light on, raising an eyebrow when Dean winced back away from the glow.
“Sitting in the dark by yourself? What is this, the start of some crappy horror movie?” He rolled his eyes at Dean and slipped into the kitchen to return with two beers. “You wanna enlighten me on what happened tonight?”
“It’s all … it got so damned….so messed up …. everything went wrong, okay?” Dean moved back to having his elbows on his knees. “I behaved like an asshole and … and Balthazar … he was horrible with Dotty… I don’t ever want to see him anywhere near her again.” Dean almost growled the last.
Bobby was quiet for a moment, then sighed. “You can’t do this, Dean,” he warned, shaking his head. “This is starting to affect Dot, and that’s not fair. If Cas is going to leave? Then I don’t think him being around Dorothy is going to be good for her. And if this jerk-off is going to make my princess cry? Well, he’s got another thing coming to him.” Bobby drained half his beer in one go. “Haven’t seen her that upset in a while…”
“I know, Bobby. It was a mistake from the first moment. I should have just signed those papers,” he sipped his beer, “I should have signed them and never given that man a reason to come here. I shouldn’t have told Dorothy she could be Cas’ friend … I should … I should never have married the poor guy. Everyone would be so much better off without me.” Dean bit back a dry sob.
“Don’t you dare start talking like that, Dean Winchester.” Bobby slammed his beer bottle down on the table and leaned forward, poking a finger into Dean’s chest. “That’s bullshit and you know it. That little girl upstairs thinks the world of you, a lot of other people around here do too. And she needs you! You are human, Dean. You’re going to make mistakes, and you’re going to learn from them. This… I don’t even know what it is, with Castiel? Needs to be figured out before you involve that girl upstairs, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I’ve got it all figured out. I’ll sign them, give them to them and get them out of my life. I never asked for Balthazar in my life and I don’t deserve for Castiel to be there. You see? All figured it out. Simple.”
Bobby nodded slowly, reaching for his beer again. He watched Dean as he slowly drained the rest of the bottle. “Why do you think Castiel is still here? Didn’t just send the papers and leave?”
“Because …” To be honest, Dean didn’t want to think about it. Because it confused him, it made his heart ache and yearn for Castiel and he couldn’t do that to the people around him. “Because he hasn’t seen Chuck in a long time and saw the chance to kill two birds with one stone.” he said and sipped more of his beer.
“I’m calling ‘bullshit’ on that one,” Bobby shrugged, ignoring the look Dean threw at him. “Have the two of you actually bothered to sit down and talk about it? Actually talk about ‘it’?”
“I think we tried … Cas says we can’t do this … pretending to be friends and all. So … I’ll finally give in and it’ll just be quietly over.”
Bobby nodded again and pushed out of the chair. “I think it’s an early night for us both.” He said, taking the empty bottles from both of their beers and bringing them into the kitchen. “Whatever you decide Dean? I’ll support you, you know that, right?”
“Yes, I know, and I thank you so much for having my back. And an early night sounds good.” Dean got up. “And thank you for having us stay here… Again.” Dean looked down.
“Dean, my home is your home, you know that.” Bobby said and pulled him in for a quick hug, squeezing his shoulder as he released him. He cleared his throat, nodding his head to get Dean to head upstairs, and followed after him after turning off all the lights.
Dean lay on his side in bed and stared out of the window. Yeah, he’d be doing the right thing.
Dean was met with ‘radio silence’, and for the life of him, he couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.
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