Take Two - Chapter Eighteen - Desitel Fanfiction

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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
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"Uh ... Hi." Dean was at a loss for words. He was happy… happy to see Cas… happy that his daughter was happy. But there was still so much more, clenching at his heart. He wanted to scream at Cas for worrying him… wanted to know "What the Fuck?"… was longing for an explanation from Cas as well as wanting to apologize to Cas.

"Hey, Dotty? I just have to talk to your Daddy for a moment, okay...? Why don't you put on the table for your presents?" He set her back down on the floor and reached behind him where he had placed a gift bag.

Dorothy beamed as she took the brightly-colored bag. "Can I open it now?"

"You should probably wait until the cake," Cas replied and then looked up at Dean. "Uh... But that's totally your dad's choice not mine..."

"Wait just a bit, Little Bear, and then you can open it together with Cas." Dean told his daughter, realizing this was way too much excitement to wait until after the cake was served.

"Okay!!" Dot grabbed the bag and ran outside, yelling for Jessica in her excitement. Sam cleared his throat once as he came down the stairs behind Dean.

"I'll keep the birthday girl busy..." He gave Cas a small smile, "Good to see you, Cas."

"Yeah, you too, Sam," Cas replied and both he and Dean watched Sam leave until they knew they were alone. Finally, Cas sighed. "Look... I'm an asshole..."

"Yes. Sorry, you were…but yes." Dean agreed and made his way down the stairs completely. "But then, so was I. I shouldn't have ignored the needs of one person I love just because another person I love needed me. I should have managed to be there for both of you."

"Dean you did nothing wrong... And you should be pissed at me. Dorothy comes first and just because I had a shitty day..." Cas sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "And then I was embarrassed and didn't want to call you back and then a day turned into two and I just... I half expected you to tell me to leave the moment you saw me just now."

Dean stepped closer to Cas and reached for his hand. "I thought I'd lost you. Cas, don't be ashamed that you had a bad day and needed to talk with me. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." Dean took a deep breath and gulped. "But we can't let this happen again. You’re right that Dotty comes first with me. Shit! That ear infection was so bad and I just got so caught up… She’s so little and she counts on me a lot and if that's gonna be a problem, then we ... " Dean trailed off, too scared of saying it out loud.

"It won't Dean, I swear," Cas gripped his hand and closed his eyes. "I acted irrationally... I know I did. I missed you and I was upset about so many other things and... And somehow I shifted that all onto you and I know that wasn’t fair. There really isn't any excuse. But it won't happen again, I'm so sorry Dean..."

Dean shut Cas up with a deep, longing kiss. All that mattered to him now was that Cas wasn't still mad at him, that Cas was here, that they could spend time some together again. Cas was back, Cas was talking to him again.

"I'm so sorry," Cas whispered against Dean's lips before kissing him again. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, you stubborn idiot. Thank you so, so much for coming today. It means everything to both of us."

"I wouldn't have missed it. I promised Dotty I would come." Cas smiled and linked their fingers together. "Should we join her outside and save Sam?"

"Yes! Yes, let's join her." Dean threaded his fingers through Cas' before they walked out into the garden.

Sam glanced up when they made their way onto the patio, his eyes trailing from their joined hands to Dean's face. When he met his brother's eyes he raised an eyebrow but made no move to comment. After a moment he shook his head, a small smile on his lips, and turned his attention back to Dot who was fawning all over the table, already loaded with presents.

Dean led Cas over to his little one and ruffled her head affectionately. "Still want to open Cas' present?" Dean asked her, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes! Oh, Cas! Please! Can I open it? Please?!" Dot ran around the table and gripped Cas' left leg tightly, her face upturned and wide, green eyes pleading with him.

"You got your Uncle Sammy's puppy eyes down pat!" He laughed and then nodded. "Go right ahead, little one! Open your gift!" With a screech she released Cas and stretched out her arms for the bag. She ripped into the paper and then gasped.

"Daddy! Look!" She pulled out a sparkly pink helmet with Little Bear written in rhinestones on the back. The sides had hot pink flames that matched the color of her Impala.

"If you’re going to drive, you have to do it in style!" Cas said as he picked up the remains of the bag she had dropped and fished out a pair of bright pink sunglasses.

"Why is everyone encouraging her pink obsession?" Dean chuckled. Dotty looked at Cas with her whole face glowing with happiness and excitement. Cas grinned at her and perched the sunglasses on her little nose.

"Princess, you look super dashing." Dean's grin matched his daughter's

"Thank you, Cas!" Dotty beamed and threw her arms around his neck. Cas smiled and hugged her back.

"You're welcome, Dot!"

From inside the house they could hear the doorbell and Sam pushed up from his seat.

"Looks like the party has started!"

"Call me if you need me inside." Dean called to his retreating brother. "You've made my Princess extremely happy, Cas." he smiled at the other man.

"She deserves it," Cas smiled back and then turned his attention back to Dotty. "Do you have a lot of friends coming today?"

"Mattie and Claire and Becky and Ella and Benny..." Dorothy counted off on her fingers.

"Wow! That's a lot of people!" Cas' eyes widened and he looked towards the castle-shaped cake on the table. "I still don't think your dad got a big enough cake for everyone though. I mean, you and I could eat that whole thing!" Dot giggled and nodded enthusiastically. Behind them, Dean rolled his eyes and muttered something about starting the grill.

Sam returned a few minutes later with three little girls trailing along behind him brightly-wrapped presents in their arms. The moment Dot saw them she screeched and ran towards them to start talking excitedly about what her Daddy had gotten for the party. Cas smiled at them and then looked up at the rest of the backyard.

Dean was now standing at the large propane grill with a lighter, firing it up. A large portion of the backyard was taken up by a large, obnoxiously bright pink, pounce-and-bounce Princess Castle and Cas smirked at it before catching Dean’s eyes from across the patio.

“You’re so going in there,” he mouthed.

Dean smirked at Cas and pointed at him then himself then the castle, telling the other man he’d only go if he went too.

Cas shrugged and stood up. “Hey, Dot? Do you and your friends want to check out the castle?” He was met with a chorus of screams and he looked up to wink at Dean’s horrified expression. “See you in there, Princess.” He winked as he walked by, following the running kids.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean muttered. Now he’d have to get in there as well, stay true to his word. “Jess? Mind keeping an eye on the grill? I gotta join up the big baby in that castle.” he grinned at his brother’s girlfriend.

“Sure, just don’t break the thing,” she smirked back.

Sam came over to the grill just in time to see Dean kicking off his boots and climbing up into the house after Cas. He shook his head, watching as his brother and Cas started jumping around, bouncing the four kids, everyone in the pop up laughing and yelling.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Jess broke Sam out of his thoughts and he turned to look at Jess.

“What?” he shook his head, eyes following hers back to his brother.

“Dean, I’ve never seen him so… happy and carefree before.” She said with a smile before putting the grill cover down to let it heat up.

“Yeah, well… He’s always been like that around Cas,” Sam said softly, and shifted his gaze from Dean to Cas who was swinging Dorothy up in his arms so she was the tallest in the bounce house.

“He’s good for him.” Jess stated and then turned away from the grill to head into the house for the burgers and hot dogs. Sam stood there for another minute before nodding.

“Yeah,” he whispered to himself. “He really is.”



“I’m gonna call it a night, boys,” Bobby said setting down his empty beer bottle. He looked at Dot nodding off in Dean’s lap. “You should put her to bed, Dean.”

The little princess lifted her head and mumbled a sleepy protest, “No! I’m not tired!”

“You’re not?” Cas gave her a look and then pretended to stifle a large yawn himself. “Well… I sure am!”

Dot watched him, and then her mouth twitched as she tried to hide her own yawn. “Well… maybe just a little,” she admitted, finally letting the yawn free. “But only cause you’re tired too!”

Cas nodded in agreement.

“Come on, big girl, let’s get you upstairs.” Dean kissed her forehead.

“Daddy?” Dotty wrapped her little arms around his neck. “Is six years too old to be carried by you?”

“You’ll always be my ‘little bear’ and never be too old for me to carry you to bed, I promise.” Dean grinned and carefully stood up. “Goodnight kiss for Chuck and Bobby?”

“Yeah...” she nodded sleepily rubbing at her eyes.

“Night, Princess,” Bobby smiled and kissed her on the forehead when Dean carried her over. “Happy Birthday and sweet dreams, okay?” Dot nodded and kissed him on the cheek, running both her hands over his beard before she released him with a sleepy giggle.

“Night, Dorothy,” Chuck smiled and gave her a wink. “I had fun at your birthday party, I hope you did too!”

“Yes, I did! Especially Daddy and Cas bouncing with us in the princess castle. Daddy even got Cas to wear the princess crown!”

Chuck laughed and nodded, “Well, he always was one for great fashion.”

“Yes he was.” Dean agreed. “Do Sammy, Jess and Cas get kisses too?” Dean asked the sleepy girl in his arms.

“Okay...” she yawned as Dean smiled and carried her over to her uncle.

Dotty kissed Sammy and hugged onto his neck while he wished her a good night before moving on to Jess to do the same. When they moved in front of Cas she pulled herself out of Dean’s arms and into Cas’ to cling to him.

“Are you going to be here in the morning when I wake up?” She asked against his neck. Cas looked up at Dean for a moment.

“Um, well I wasn’t planning on going back to New York until Monday…” he trailed off.

“You know you’ve got a bed at home and I’ll leave the door unlocked if you need it…” Chuck said quietly, giving Cas a knowing look. Cas nodded his thanks and turned to Dean, shrugging his shoulders.

“Stay, please.” Dean mouthed locking eyes with Cas.

“I think I could probably be here when you get up… if your Daddy’s going to be making us breakfast…”

“Yes! Daddy loves to make us breakfast! Right, Daddy?” Dot turned in Cas’ arms, eyes pleading when she found her father’s.

“Yeah, sure … I thought we had Sammy over for that service, but if my girl wants it, she gets it.” Dean winked.

The little birthday girl hugged Cas one more time before letting herself be pulled away by Dean and taken upstairs to sleep. Cas watched them go and then said goodbye to his own father and Bobby respectively before sinking back down into the couch.

“I think that Jess and I are going to go out for a bit… have a few beers or something,” Sam broke the silence and looked to Jess for confirmation. “We’ll be back around midnight… maybe a bit later. Just let Dean know so he doesn’t deadbolt the door?”

“Yeah, of course,” Cas nodded and gave Sam a small appreciative smile. “Thanks, Sam.”

Dean came back downstairs about fifteen minutes later and found Cas all alone in the living room. He sat down next to him and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you so much. You saved the day... She’s wanted you here for this so badly, Cas,” Dean smiled. “You know what she just said before she passed out? She said, you were her best present all day.”

“Did she?” Cas turned to Dean, eyes wide. “Wow… I wouldn’t have missed it. I made her a promise, you know? But I still am glad you didn’t end up shutting the door in my face,” Cas laughed softly and found his way to Dean’s hand, twisting their fingers together. “Thank you, for forgiving me for being such an ass…”

“Thank you for coming around and stopping ‘being such an ass’.” Dean smiled softly. He shifted a little to sit on the couch facing Cas. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I am too,” Cas whispered back and leaned forward, capturing Dean’s lips in a soft kiss. “It’s kind of pathetic how much I missed you since I’ve left…”

“Is it? Then maybe we’re both pretty pathetic.” Dean grinned and softly kissed Cas again.

Cas smiled against Dean’s lips, reaching forward to grab the front of his shirt and pull him in closer. “Um …Sam said to tell you that he’s going to be gone for a few hours,” Cas’ words were lost in the heat of Dean’s mouth, but Dean seemed to get the message anyways when he kissed him back harder.

Dean shifted a little closer and ran his hand up Cas’ side and onto his back. Cas responded, shifting his hips forward and leaning back to lay on the couch and pulling Dean with him.

Dean grinned into the kiss and deepened it. His hand, still eager to touch Cas, ran up his side again before finding its way into the soft mess of Cas’ hair.

Cas groaned softly into his partner’s mouth as Dean’s fingers tightened in his hair, tipping his head back further. He shifted his legs, Dean slotting his body between them as they were pressed together chest to chest. Cas trailed his fingers down Dean’s back until they came to the hem of his shirt only to slide them up beneath the fabric to caress his bare skin.

Dean moaned then and finally broke the kiss gasping for air. He looked at Cas with lust-blown eyes, and took hold of the hem of his own shirt to remove it, but looked at Cas for permission.

“Yes,” Cas breathed out, reaching to help Dean with his shirt. Dean pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside and Cas was immediately there, kissing Dean’s collarbone, his fingers digging into the corded muscles of Dean’s back.

Dean leaned back down to kiss Cas heatedly, grinding against him.

“God, Dean,” Cas gasped, tightening his grip on Dean’s hips. He found Dean’s mouth again, biting at Dean’s bottom lip before gently sucking into his mouth. Dean’s sensuous moan, sent shivers down Cas’ back.

“Cas!” Dean half-whispered the name. His tongue gently sought entrance to Cas’ mouth, his fingers fumbling with the hem of Cas’ shirt. Cas parted his lips, his tongue tangling with Dean’s before finally breaking their kiss so Dean could remove Cas’ shirt. As it fluttered down to join Dean’s on the floor, Cas found Dean’s mouth again.

Dean was grinding against Cas harder and running his hands over as much bare skin as he could reach.

Cas arched up into Dean’s touch, his own fingers dancing along the waistband of Dean’s jeans. He pressed under the fabric, just slightly, and felt Dean shiver above him.

Dean just breathed heavily, the sound of Cas’ name slightly audible.

“Can I?” Cas whispered against Dean’s throat as he kissed his way down the arch of Dean’s throat, his fingers freezing on the button of Dean’s jeans.

“Yes,” Dean breathed, “you can.” Cas flicked the button open with his thumb and groaned as Dean shifted forward, pressing against his hand.

“God, Dean,” Cas whispered, dragging the zipper down. He slid his hand beneath the fabric, fingers ghosting along the fine trail of hair and he bit down on the soft skin below Dean’s jaw as his fingers found what they were looking for.

Dean’s breathing stopped for a moment as Cas’ palm cupped him. He arched into the touch and immediately leaned back down and to started nibbling at Cas’ earlobe. Cas groaned as his free hand moved to the back of Dean’s head, fingers tangling in the short hair there and deepening their kiss.

He moved his hand slowly, coaxing small noises from Dean, each one sending a shock straight through him.

Dean’s hand tried to get a grip on Cas’ pants while his other hand was feeling for the button. Cas pushed back, giving Dean the room he needed to get his pants open, groaning as Dean’s fingers slid against his skin.

Dean popped open the button and pulled down the zipper and tugged down the pants. Cas followed suit, sliding Dean’s jeans all the way to his ankles so Dean could kick one leg free of them. When skin touched skin, Cas gasped, rocking his hips hard against Dean’s.

Dean shuddered, grinding and rocking against Cas, making him utter the sweetest sounds. Cas gripped Dean’s hips tightly, knowing he would probably leave finger shaped bruises against his skin. Dean impatiently shoved his hand between their stomachs roughly taking both of the engorged members in his hand, and all of Cas’ thoughts fell away.

“Dean!” Cas whimpered, rocking his hips forward, his head falling back. Using their precum to ease the way Dean slowly started stroking them both.

Cas’ hands frantically gripped Dean’s back, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he jerked his hips up to match Dean’s strokes. His lips caressed Dean’s skin kissing every inch he could reach-- Dean’s throat, his cheek, his jaw, his lips.

Everywhere Dean’s fingers touched he left a trail of fire, and Cas felt completely lost in everything that was Dean Winchester.

“Fuck, Dean,” Cas groaned, fingers gripping tighter. “I.. fuck… Keep doing that.”

“God, Cas… yeah,” Dean groaned hoarsely and sped up his strokes. “Cas! God, Cas… you feel …so good.”

“Ahhh… Fuck, Dean,” Cas found Dean’s lips, kissing him hard, his tongue forcing its way between Dean’s lips. His tongue pressed against Dean’s, both of them dueling for dominance.

Again Dean twisted his wrist around them in a delicious rhythm, causing Cas to gasp and jerk his hips forward. “Dean, so close…” he moaned against Dean’s lips.

Dean lapped along the inside of Cas’ mouth, his hand stroking faster now, twisting again as he rubbed over the weeping heads. He was gasping for air now, overwhelmed by every sensation he was feeling.

Cas broke their kiss, letting his head fall back against the armrest of the couch. He sighed Dean’s name, arching his hips up once before collapsing with a spent groan. Dean leaned forward, capturing his mouth as Cas spilled his release between them.

Dean bit on Cas’ lower lip as he found his own release. Dean loosened his grip, before pulling away and Cas kissed him softly.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing Dean again.

“I love you too, Cas,” Dean whispered back running the backs of his fingers gently across Cas’ cheek. Cas leaned into his touch and chuckled softly.

“Think we should probably shower and move this upstairs? As much as I would love to stay right here all night… I doubt Sam or Jess would appreciate it.”

“It’s my house, shouldn’t I be allowed to do as I please?” Dean chuckled. “Not like Sam never saw us like this.” he winked chuckling some more.

Cas burst out laughing, tucking his head against Dean’s shoulder. “Oh god, I will never forget the look on his face!”

“Yeah, it was so bloody great. I still wish we’d had a camera back then.” Dean snickered and slowly moved off Cas to slide back into his jeans. “Let’s go shower.”

“Lead the way,” Cas smiled, letting himself be pulled up off the couch so he could resituate his own pants. Dean intertwined their fingers and led the way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. “Do you think we should’ve gotten our shirts off the floor first?” Cas laughed as he freed himself completely from his jeans.

“Nah, why? I’ll pick them up in the morning, it’s gonna be fine.” Dean grinned and got out of his jeans too. He grabbed Cas’ hand again and led him to the bathroom.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, pressing up against his back while the other man adjusted the water temperature. Before stepping in, Dean turned his head, kissing Cas softly before pulling him underneath the warm spray.

They took their time, kissing lazily, hands exploring until the water was running cool. By the time they shut it off, they could hear Jess and Sam stirring in the room next door, getting ready for bed themselves. Cas handed Dean a towel from the rack, slipping into the room to find Dean’s pajama drawer and slipping on a pair of cotton bottoms before sliding beneath the covers.

“You look awesome,” Dean entered the room wrapped in a towel until he snagged a pair of clean boxers before slipping under the covers behind Cas and wrapping an arm around his waist. Cas snuggled back into Dean’s warmth as he twined their fingers together.

“You just like me in your pants,” he snorted and smiled when he felt Dean laughing behind him. “Night, Dean,” he whispered after a moment, letting his eyes fall closed.

“Night, Cas,” Dean whispered softly, his lips ghosting over Cas’ neck, before they both fell to sleep.

Chapter Nineteen