Take Two (24/?) Destiel 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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Dean had felt horrible when he had lied about making Dorothy spend the night at Bobby’s place.

The older man - of course knowing about Dean’s plans - had come into the office where Dean had been busy with paperwork and Dot had been doing her homework.

“Hey, you guys. Would you like to accompany an old man to the movies tonight?” he asked.

Dotty gasped and looked at her dad expectantly.

“Oh, Bobby. You’re not old,” Dean smirked. “But I’m sorry, gotta’ pass, too much housework to do, And I’d really like to finish this,” he waved his hand in the general direction of all the paperwork spread across his desk, “before the weekend.”

Dot’s face had disappointment written all over it.

“Hey, but why don’t you take just Dotty, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Really, Daddy? I can?” her eyes were sparkling again.

“Hmm, what do you say, Princess? We go to the cinema and have fast food for dinner and a sleepover at my place and Daddy can tidy up your house all alone, huh?” Bobby asked the girl.

“Yes!” she gasped and nodded wildly.

“Alright, come find me then when you’re done with your homework, okay?”

“Yes! Only three more math problems. Will you check my homework tonight?” Dot looked over at her dad who had gone back to his paperwork. “Daddy’s too busy.”

“Of course, Dotty,” Bobby promised.

But once Dean had arrived home and had started running around like a busy bee, vacuuming, scrubbing the floor, dusting and picking up the clutter that had been randomly lying around, he didn’t feel guilty anymore, and instead got excited about his long-weekend-visitor.

Having set his alarm so he wouldn’t be late, Dean was now waiting at the airport for Castiel to arrive. He had been told to wait outside in the car, to not bother with the high parking fees, but Dean wanted to see his boyfriend as soon as possible, so he stood waiting in the arrivals area - complete with a rose and a sign claiming he was waiting for 'sweetheart'.

Castiel grabbed his luggage, thanking whoever happened to be looking out for him that it was one of the first bags sliding down the carousel, and pulled his phone out to let Dean know that he arrived. He smiled as he sent the text, his stomach fluttering in anticipation to be with Dean again. He pulled the extension handle up on his bag and set it on its wheels, and began dragging it through baggage claims on his way to the main exit.

Having read Cas's text, Dean had moved closer to the exit. He was bouncing on his heels and clutching his rose tighter, waiting for Cas to come through the doors. He kept staring at them, willing them to open and give him Cas. He was tingling all over thinking of tonight with the house all to themselves.

Cas smiled and held the door open for a small family of three, letting them go through the doors before he slipped out behind them, yanking his bag over the small bump in the floor. He checked his phone, seeing if Dean had replied and when he saw nothing, scanned the front to see where the best exit would be. He stopped, mid-step, when his gaze fell upon Dean standing in the center of the floor, a rose and sign in his hand and a huge smile plastered on his face.

Cas laughed, the joyous sound exploding from his chest and he jogged forward, folding himself into Dean’s arms and meeting his lips in a kiss.

With a happy grin Dean kissed back hungrily.

"Welcome," he laughed as they broke for air.

“God, Dean, I missed you so much,” Cas breathed out against his lips, smiling when Dean found his hand and twisted their fingers together.

"I missed you too," Dean smiled. "Let's go home, shall we?" He reached for Cas’s luggage, wanting to help him with that.

“Yes!” Cas agreed enthusiastically, letting Dean take the bag and following him outside. Cas sighed contently as the sun and outside warmth hit him and Dean gave him a strange look. “New York has already had a few pretty cold days,” Cas explained. “This feels so nice!”

Dean smiled and kissed Cas’s cheek. “Tell them they better give you the job because you need a warmer climate for your personal health.”

“I will definitely mention that,” Cas chuckled, leaning against Dean’s shoulder as they walked to Dean’s parking spot. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face and even the butterflies in his stomach gave a happy little flutter as the men got closer to the car. Dean popped the trunk and moved around the back of the Impala to drop Cas’s bag inside while Cas scrambled into the front seat. The moment Dean was in the driver’s seat, Cas leaned over and found his lips once again.

Dean’s hands cupped Cas’s cheeks as they kissed as if no one could see them out there on the parking lot. He wished they were home already, but he’d have to drive for that to happen and he just didn’t want to part from Cas’s lips that long.

Cas hummed against Dean’s lips, biting at the soft flesh gently before finally pulling himself away. “If you get me home? You can kiss me as long as you want,” he smirked and Dean laughed, starting up the car. “Just… drive fast? But no tickets okay? I don’t want to waste time visiting with the local police…”

With a laugh Dean twisted the key in the ignition, “Okay, I will drive quickly. But those cops…? Hey, you know, maybe if we explained the situation we could get a police escort going 50 miles an hour with lights and sirens! Might be an exciting start to the weekend…”

Smirking, Cas just shook his head lovingly. “Don’t be a brat… Drive.”

Dean literally moaned, tingling with anticipation. He pulled out of the parking space and got them on the road home, one hand resting high up on Cas’s thigh.

Cas covered Dean’s hand with his own, rubbing his thumb across the back of his hand and closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the headrest. “Where’s Dotty?”

“With Bobby. He’s taking her to the movies and out for her favorite kids’ meal for dinner, so she wouldn’t ask questions.” Dean replied, still feeling a bit guilty. He squeezed Castiel’s thigh gently, reminding himself that he had a good reason for Dot to sleep at Bobby’s for one night.

“Well, she’ll end up having fun with him. And can you just picture her face when we go and pick her up tomorrow?” Cas laughed, thinking about it. “I can’t wait to see her either…”

Dean drove as fast as he could without risking too many speeding tickets and exhaled in relief as he finally pulled into his driveway. “We’re home, baby,” Dean grinned and leaned over to peck Cas’s lips, sliding his hand from Cas’s thigh to rest teasingly between his legs.

“I like you saying it like that,” Cas smiled, closing his eyes as Dean’s hand brushed against him. “But, I would like you telling me it’s time to head to our bedroom even better,” he grinned, leaning over and finding Dean’s lips.

Dean kissed Cas passionately. When the kiss broke he smirked, “Can’t speak with my lips occupied… But, it’s time for bed, Cas,” he winked.

Cas kissed him once more before pushing him away and slipping out of the car. Dean popped the trunk and Cas grabbed his bag, dragging it into the house and letting it sit by the front door. Cas reached for Dean’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled up the stairs and then into Dean’s bedroom.

Once inside the room, Cas tugged Dean into his arms, finding his lips immediately.

Dean’s tongue traced Cas’s lips and pushed its way between them while Dean’s hand rested on the other man’s hips, ready to tug at his shirt. Cas smiled against Dean’s lips, and fisted his own hands in the hem of Dean’s shirt. Dean pulled Cas’s shirt off, Cas following suit and then Dean was against him, walking them backwards towards the bed.

Dean gently pushed Cas onto the bed and crawled over him. “Missed you so much,” he husked. He laid soft kisses along Cas’s jaw line as he unbuttoned his pants. “You look so sexy, my dear.” he grinned at the man beneath him.

Cas smiled back, lifting his hips to give Dean the space he needed to get his jeans off. Cas trailed his hands down Dean’s back, leaning up to bite softly along Dean’s throat as his fingers found the buttons of Dean’s jeans. He smiled against Dean’s skin, flicking open the buttons and freeing Dean of his jeans.

Dean moaned at the sensation of Cas’s soft bites. He cupped Cas through his boxer briefs and kissed and nibbled his way down Cas’s chest, giving each nipple the extra attention of a quick tongue flicking.

Cas groaned, letting his head fall back into the pillows. He rolled his hips, pressing himself into Dean’s touch. He could feel Dean smirking against his skin, his teeth and tongue teasing across his chest and up to his throat before Dean found his lips again.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, dragging his hands up Dean’s back, fingers digging into the corded muscles and pulling him in closer.

Dean pressed their groins together and rolled his hips suggestively. “Cas,” he murmured in a husky whisper. “I need you.”

“Good,” Cas replied, biting Dean’s lower lip, running his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. “Because I want you too.”

Dean moaned desperately pressing against Cas. "Cas, fuck me," he whispered hoarsely.

Cas shuddered, hands gripping Dean's hips tightly as he rolled them, bracing himself over Dean's body. He kissed him softly, tongue pressing into Dean's mouth and tracing the edge of his teeth. He let his hands trail down Dean, pressing him into the mattress, spreading his legs so Cas could settle his body between.

Dean licked his lips looking up at Cas with lust-glazed eyes. "Top drawer, Baby," he hissed and swallowed.

Cas reached over, pressing his lips against the side of Dean's throat while he fumbled around in the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom and placed it beside Dean on the bed.

Slowly, he kissed his way down Dean's chest, batting his arms away when he went to grab Cas. "Let me make you feel good," Cas whispered against his skin before closing his lips around one of his nipples.

Dean inhaled sharply. Biting his bottom lip, he set his feet flat on the bed and spread his legs wider. "Cas!"

Cas smirked against Dean’s chest, fingers digging into his hip bones as he pressed him deeper into the mattress and continued working his mouth down Dean’s torso. He kissed his way across Dean’s hips, down his thighs, purposefully ignoring Dean’s center.

After what felt like an eternity, Dean writhing beneath him, gasping Cas’s name, Castiel moved back and found the bottle of lube, popping it open and slicking his fingers. He gently made his way to Dean’s entrance, circling his finger against the puckered muscle before pushing in as he captured Dean’s lips once again.

Dean gasped desperately into the kiss, arching off the bed. His hands couldn't decide where they wanted to stay. First Dean grasped the sheets tightly, and then moved again to hold onto Cas's hips, until finally just one hand gripped his boyfriend while the other grasped the sheets again.

“You’re so perfect, Dean,” Cas whispered, biting at his lower lip softly. He worked his fingers slowly into Dean, adding a second and then a third when Dean was ready for them, and loved seeing the ways Dean moved and responded to his touch. Even after all of these years, they still fit together so perfectly, still moved together in perfect sync as if no time had passed at all.

Small desperate noises escaped Dean's mouth and his throat. He writhed beneath Cas's ministrations wanting them to last forever and at the same time wanting Cas to get a move on. He would never get enough of Cas's hands and lips on him.

Slowly, Cas withdrew his fingers, kissing Dean softly before he rolled on a condom and slicked himself up. He let his hands trail down Dean’s sides, smiling as a shiver ripped through him, until he could hook his arms beneath Dean’s calves. He pushed forwards, Dean’s knees pressing into his chest, legs spreading wide, and slowly Cas pushed in.

Dean cried out softly, but his eyes never left Cas. He trembled, but once he'd found his focus, anchored his mind on how beautiful Cas looked and on how good it felt to be finally filled by him again, Dean relaxed visibly.

“Dean,” Cas murmured quietly, rolling his hips as they moved together, kissing Dean’s face and lips softly. “I missed this, missed you…”

“I missed you too. I love you, Cas. Love you so much.” Dean whispered, gently moving with Cas.

Cas released one of Dean’s legs, running his hand up Dean’s chest and around his neck to tangle in his hair. He pulled his head up, claiming his mouth as they rocked together as their kisses became more frantic, sloppy and needy. “Fuck, Dean…” Cas groaned into his mouth, shifting the angle of his hips to hit Dean deeper, harder than he had before.

Dean’s breathing wasn’t much more than panting and whispers of Cas’s name. The leg Cas had released was now wrapped around his waist. Dean’s hands alternated between seeking to steady himsilf, holding onto the sheets and roaming Cas’s skin as much as they could reach.

Cas could feel the heat pooling in his lower belly, his body coiled tight and ready to spring. He released his hold on the back of Dean’s head and slipped his hand between them, wrapping his long fingers around Dean’s length, stroking him in time with the thrusting of his hips.

Dean’s body shuddered with sensation overload. He stretched up to find Cas’s lips as he rocked harder and more desperately with his lover’s thrusts.

“Dean…” Cas mouthed against Dean’s throat, nippng and kissing him softly. “Come for me, Dean…” He twisted his wrist at the same time he bit down on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean gasped, then cried out Cas’s name and whimpering softly as he came. His whole body shaking with the shocks of his orgasm. Cas groaned as Dean’s body clenched around him, hot and tight and perfect. Dean’s fingers dug into Cas’s back, holding him close as Dean arched his back and spilled between them. Cas followed, seconds behind, and collapsed against Dean’s chest, breathing hard.

“Fuck, Dean…” he whispered, closing his eyes and tucking his head against Dean’s neck.

Dean’s hand slid up the back of Cas’s head and gently held him there against his throat. “I love you.” he whispered low, still a little out of breath.

“I love you, too,” Cas replied. He sighed softly, kissing Dean once before extracting himself from Dean’s arms and padding quietly into the bathroom. He cleaned himself up quickly and returned to the bed with a warm washcloth to clean Dean up as well. Dean pointed to the hamper in the corner of the room and Cas tossed the washcloth over to it before crawling back into the warmth of Dean’s arms and settling back against his chest.



Cas woke up with the morning sun and was smiling the moment he opened his eyes. Dean’s arm was tight around his waist, the other man’s face pressed up close to share the same pillow, and his breath was warm and damp against Cas’s neck. Cas allowed himself a few moments to snuggle deeper into Dean’s arms, relaxed and content, before he carefully extracted himself.

Silently entering the bathroom, he relieved himself, then brushed his teeth and washed his face and hands before he slipped out of the room and down the stairs to start a pot of coffee. Opening the fridge expecting lean pickings, he laughed to himself when he realized Dean must have gone on a super-shopping spree the day before Cas came. He picked through the generous contents in the fridge and settled on making french toast and breakfast sausages.

He was just finishing setting the table when Dean came down stairs, his sweat pants hung low on his hips, and his hair sticking up in all directions. Cas smiled and closed the distance between them, sealing his lips over Dean’s and shoving a mug of hot coffee into his hands.

“Good morning,” he whispered against Dean’s lips before pulling back. “I made you breakfast.”

Dean smiled at the other man still feeling a little groggy, but touched by his lover’s thoughtfulness.

"I don't think I can ever let you go again," he grinned. He took the cup and sipped his coffee. He reached for Cas's hand as he sat down and pulled him to sit on his lap.

Cas went willingly, shifting so that his legs were on either side of Dean’s hips, his arms draped over Dean’s shoulders. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” Cas leaned forward and captured Dean’s lips, kissing him softly.

Dean kissed back closing his eyes, letting himself get lost in the moment, loving every second they were able to spend together, to be close. He drapeid his arms loosely around Castiel's waist.

They kissed slowly, exploring each other’s mouths until finally Cas pulled back with a chuckle. “Breakfast is going to be stone cold if we keep this up…”

"Yeah, sorry, Chef. Let's eat. It smells delicious, by the way, did I mention that yet?" Dean smirked.

“Nope, but thank you,” Cas smiled and kissed Dean once more before settling onto his own chair. He passed Dean the plate of french toast, laughing when Dean loaded up four thick slices before handing the plate back. “I knew I had to make enough food for the army…”

"I need energy, I have my very sexy lover staying the weekend," Dean laughed and loaded several sausages onto his plate before pouring syrup over all of it.

“That you do!” Cas laughed, reaching to add another sausage onto Dean’s plate and giving him a wink. “Are we picking up Dot after breakfast?”

"We should, it wouldn't be fair to have her wait longer than she's used to when staying at Bobby's overnight," Dean agreed and picked up a sausage.

“I can’t wait to see her face,” Cas beamed, taking a bite of his breakfast. “I’ve missed her, too.”

"Should I have a camera ready?" Dean winked.

“Maybe!” Cas chuckled in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee. They finished their breakfast, talking about what they were going to do for dinner and the possibility of seeing a movie that night or even on Sunday with Dotty. When they were finished, they cleaned the kitchen together, Dean washing the dishes and Cas drying and tucking them away.

“Shower and then Dot, yes…?” Cas asked, raising his eyebrow in suggestion at Dean before turning from the room, not needing to wait for a response.

Dean followed Castiel quickly out of the room and gently smacked his butt as he scooted past him.

"Catch me if you can, tease!" he chuckled and hurried up the stairs in front of Cas. Castiel laughed and raced after him, nearly slipping on his socked feet as he rounded the corner by the steps. “If I break my neck, you have to carry me up!” he yelled before grabbing the railing and pounding up the stairs after Dean.

"You don't have to break your neck for me to carry you, Baby." Dean called over his shoulder. He ran up to his room and slid through the door gracefully.

A shiver went through Cas at the idea of Dean picking him up, man-handling him and taking all of the control. He smirked when he arrived in the bathroom, Dean already beautifully naked and bent over the tub to adjust the water.

Dean both sensed and heard Cas come into the bathroom behind him, and looked over his shoulder. "Hey, beautiful," he winked at him and stood up straight.

Cas slipped up behind Dean, trailing his hands down Dean's back until he could cup the globes of Dean's ass. He squeezed, his fingers gripping onto Dean's flesh, and lean forward press a kiss between Dean shoulder blades.

Dean pressed back into Cas's touch and blindly reached behind him. "We should take this in there,” he nodded towards the tub with the steamy water streaming down from the showerhead, “get something productive done too," he suggested in a low voice.

Castiel nodded, slipping his arms around Dean's waist and hugging him tight against his chest before finally releasing him and stepping back. Dean stepped into the shower, adjusting the spray and then turned to watch as Castiel undressed before joining him.

After a long and intense shower, they dressed quickly and finally were ready head to Bobby's and surprise Dotty.

Cas' leg was bouncing as Dean drove, excitement thrumming through his veins. He hadn't expected to be just as excited to see Dotty as he had been to see Dean.

Dean glanced over at Cas from the corner of his eyes and smiled. "I think you should go in first," he suggested and laid his right hand on Cas's knee. "What do you think?”

"Okay!" Cas beamed and leaned over to kiss Dean quickly before excitedly scrambling out of the Impala. He went to the front door, Dean hiding several feet behind him, and knocked.

Dean smirked, he was anxious to see Dot’s face when she saw Cas. He chuckled softly hearing Bobby yell "Come in, idjit! Door's open."

Cas rolled his eyes at Dean and opened the door. He followed the sound of Bobby and Dot's chatter into the living room where they were talking about what to make -- brownies or cookies. "Well, I love brownies..." Cas interrupted.

Dean stayed a few steps behind and watched his daughter's reaction intrigued.

His little one gasped, almost slipping off of the stool she was perched on as she spun around. She took a moment to connect the voice with the face, as if she hadn’t really believed that Cas was actually here, before she flung herself forward and into Castiel’s arms.

“Cas! Cas! You’re here!” She squealed, wrapping her little arms around his neck. Cas laughed and lifted her into the air, hugging her back tightly.

“I am! Surprise!” He beamed, tucking his head into her shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too! I was just telling Uncle Bobby last night about how I drawed you a picture in school!”

Dean winked at Bobby before moving closer to Cas and Dot. To his 'family' was the word his brain supplied and he felt a warm tingle all over at the thought. Cas turned slightly when Dean approached and looked up to meet his eyes, the smile still spread across his face.

“Daddy! Cas is here!” Dorothy said, squeezing her arms around his neck and giving her Dad a huge smile. “He surprised us!”

"Yes, my little Bear, he did." Dean laid one arm around Cas, his free hand tucking loose strands of hair behind Dotty's ear. Behind them all, Bobby just shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he turned back around to let them have their moment in private.

Chapter Twenty Five