The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 10/?
Title: The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 10/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam/Sarah, Faith, Kevin, Crowley
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers through 8x01,semi-public sex
Word Count: ~4,300 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost i here. You do need to read the prologue which i here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7
This chapter: 2 months after the previous chapter. Dean and Cas are getting fitted for their suits for Sam’s wedding when they get a call from Kevin that throws them into Crowley again.
Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult.
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Dean was fidgeting as the employee of the groomsmen shop circled him, making adjustments to the fit as he went. He wasn’t used to the feeling of someone pulling at him like that. He checked his reflection in the mirror, admiring what a nice suit could look like.
“It’s looks really good, Dean.” Cas looked him up and down from his chair behind him. The red vest under the black jacket fit close to Dean’s body and made Cas want to run his hands over the fabric and pull Dean close. He locked eyes with his husband in the mirror and saw the knowing smirk on Dean’s face. He seemed to puff up slightly from Cas’ approval.
“See, this wasn’t so bad, right?” Sam smiled as he bounced Faith on his knee. Dean had made Sam and Cas go first before collecting Faith from the girls after getting her flower girl dress, hoping they wouldn’t have time to fuss over him much. Sam figured that Dean just didn’t like the attention.
“Yeah.” Dean picked at his lapels as he turned to face them. He looked at his daughter. “Well, what do you think, Faith? Good?” He held his arms out.
Faith clapped her hands and laughed. “Good, Daddy!”
They all smiled. The employee left to write down the small adjustments he needed while Dean changed back into his clothes. The girls were still picking out dresses and jewelry next door, so the four of them went out to eat while they finished up.
A small restaurant down the street seemed perfect for them. They sat in a booth in the back corner. Faith was happily coloring with the crayons their waitress gave her as the men ordered.
“So, has it finally hit you yet?” Dean leaned back in the booth after taking a sip of his coffee. “The reality that you’re marrying Sarah?”
Sam smiled, looking at his tea as he swirled his straw in circles. “Putting that suit on today kinda did it, yeah.” Sam laughed lightly. “It’s still a few months off, but I can’t wait.” His eyes sparkled as he looked at his brother. “I can’t wait for us to start our life together and build our own family.” His smile was ear to ear.
“Alright, calm down.” Dean couldn’t help but smile from Sam’s radiating happiness. “I’m assuming there’s gonna be a bachelor party?”
Sam laughed. “If you guys want to.”
“It would just be us, right?” Dean pointed to the three of them.
“Yeah,” Sam shrugged, “I guess I could invite a couple friends I’ve made up here, but just the three of us would be nice.”
“Good. I’ll throw you a party you won’t forget.” Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam.
“Maybe I should rethink this.” Sam could imagine what Dean would plan.
“No, it’s too late.” Dean smiled and took another drink of his black coffee. He almost dropped the cup when he felt a hand sliding slowly across his thigh. He licked the spilled coffee off his lips and glanced at the hand as he set the cup down. Cas curled his fingers in a tight squeeze and Dean had to cough to hide the noise he wanted to make. When he looked at Cas, he was met with a blank expression.
Cas squeezed again when Dean looked at him, trying hard not to smile as his eyes widened slightly. Sam was asking Dean about something for the wedding but Dean was staring at his coffee, fists clenching as Cas’ hand moved farther inside his leg. Cas had really liked the way that suit had fit Dean.
Dean had tried to catch the end of Sam’s sentence but Cas had inched closer to him and was pressing the palm of his hand into Dean’s crotch. He slid to the edge of the booth to hide Cas’ hand. Cas just sipped his drink as he pressed into Dean harder. It was all he could do not to thrust into Cas’ hand.
“Dean?” Sam furrowed his brows. “Did you hear what I said?”
“What?” Dean felt his face get hot as his breathy voice betrayed him. Sam looked nervously between him and Cas. “Sorry.” Dean shifted and put a hand over Cas’, trying to still his husband’s movements. “I didn’t, no.”
Sam looked like maybe he wouldn’t ask but he continued, “I was just wondering how early you guys were planning on coming up before the wedding?”
“Oh, uh,” Cas tightened his grip, making Dean twitch and tighten his hand, only making it worse. “God,” he looked at the table, feeling the confused look from Sam burn into his head. He looked at Cas. “What do you think, Cas?”
Cas seemed way too calm for a man that was currently palming someone into hardness in a public place. He frowned in thought as his hand started moving again. “I don’t know, Dean. Would a week be too early?” His eyes squinted slightly as his thumb pressed down hard.
Dean made a small noise in the back of his throat and coughed again. “Sure, a week. Sounds good.” He pushed himself back from the table, pushing Cas’ hand aside. “Uh, I need to go to the bathroom.” He slid off the booth, careful to mind Faith’s highchair. “I’ll be back.” He turned away from the table and practically ran to the bathroom.
Once Dean was out of eye range, he pulled out his phone. He was alone in the bathroom as he texted Cas.
Cas, what the hell? You can’t just do that. We’re in a freakin’ restaurant!
He leaned over the sink and caught his breath. He turned the cold water on and threw some on his face. His phone beeped with a message.
Nobody could see. But you looked so good in that suit dean.
Dean sighed.
Faith is right next to us. Just calm down. I promise you can come after me later.
He dried his face and was about to leave when the bathroom door opened and Cas walked through. Dean didn’t have a chance to finish his name before he was pushed up against the stalls and Cas was kissing him. He wrapped his arms around him on reflex.
Cas kissed him harder, grabbing Dean’s hair tightly. He made an approving noise as Dean squeezed him. He thrusted into Dean as he kissed down his neck.
“Cas,” Dean tried to still the other man, “I don’t think this is the best time or place for this.” Dean could just imagine some poor kid walking in at any moment and being traumatized.
He was pulled from the stall wall and manhandled into the first stall. Cas locked to thin door before pressing Dean into the wall again. “Now you’ll just have to be quiet.” Cas ran his hands down Dean’s chest and around his waist. “Do you know what I’m gonna do to you when you wear that suit?” Cas gripped his back tight and kissed his neck.
Dean tried to keep his voice quiet as Cas bit his neck. “Tell me.” His eyes closed in pleasure as Cas bucked against him and licked around his ear.
“If I can even wait until we get back to our room that night, I’ll shove you to the closest wall or door,” he pushed into Dean for emphasis, making Dean moan quietly. “Then, I’ll take off your black jacket and pants.” His hands squeezed Dean’s butt and pushed him against Cas. Dean held Cas close, thrusting against him.
“Jesus, Cas.” Dean felt his breath catch when Cas unbuttoned his jeans and slipped a hand into the snug fabric.
“Then,” he pressed his palm against Dean’s hard cock, “I’ll fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging for more.” He closed a hand around Dean and moved in slow strokes. “Only then will I turn you around and fuck you into the wall.”
“Fuck!” Dean’s head fell back against the stall. Cas’ hand sped up, making Dean arch forward and dig his fingers into Cas’ back. “Oh God.”
Cas leaned forward and kissed Dean. He could feel Dean’s urgency and wondered himself how long Sam would wait before getting concerned with their long absence. He sped up his strokes more, thumb circling the leaking head of Dean’s erection.
“Cas, please.” He knew he was close and he feared it being ruined by a customer’s appearance. Dean pulled Cas close by his hair, kissing him fiercely. He was thrusting into Cas’ hand, chasing his release. It didn’t take much more before he was coming hard over Cas’ hand.
Dean’s breath was labored as his head spun from his release. Cas braced himself on the stall next to Dean’s head and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I love you.” He whispered close to Dean’s face.
When Dean was about to pull him close and take care of him, Cas pulled back. “I should get back before Sam gets suspicious.” He looked Dean up and down. “Clean up and join us, huh?” He smiled as Dean laughed.
“Yeah, just give me a minute.” Cas nodded and left Dean alone in the bathroom. Dean composed himself and came back out in time to see the waitress dropping off their food. Sam looked up with a worried look on his face.
“You okay?”
Dean slid into the booth beside Cas. “Yeah, great.” He smiled while Sam looked between him and Cas. Dean looked at his burger. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.” Faith seconded this thought as she dug in to her mini cheeseburger.
They had all gotten through most of their food when Sam’s cell phone rang. He dug it out quickly, thinking it was Sarah. Instead, it was an unknown number. “Hello?”
A young male voice answered. “Sam Winchester?” It took Sam a second to recognize it. “It’s Kevin Tran.”
“Oh, hi, Kevin. I didn’t recognize your number.”
“Hey, I know you’re kind of out of the whole hunting thing but…”
Kevin sounded shaken and tired. Sam knew something was wrong. “Kevin, what happened?” Dean and Cas sat up straighter at Sam’s words.
“I was trying to reach Dean, but his number wasn’t working.”
“Dean’s with me. What happened?” Sam was getting more nervous as he heard Kevin breathing harshly like he was running or had just been running a long time.
“Crowley.”
Sam’s chest flared up in anger at the name. It figures that the demon couldn’t keep up his deal. “What did Crowley do?”
“He had me in a warehouse somewhere in Wisconsin for a couple weeks. I escaped and I’ve been running. I don’t know if they’re still following me or not or how long until they find me, wait…” Kevin went silent and Sam heard a car go by in the background and shuffling as Kevin moved. “I need help. I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, where are you?” Sam tried to keep his voice calm. He could see Dean and Cas looking at him for answers and he didn’t want to scare them.
“I don’t know.” He heard Kevin moving again. “Iowa, uh,” leaves were crunching as Kevin walked around, “I see a street sign, uh,” a few rushed footsteps, “Orange Avenue. I know I’m not too far from the border but there’s nothing out here, just a bunch of trees.”
“Okay,” Sam pulled away from the phone, “Cas, give me your phone.” He held a hand out to him. Cas fished his phone out of his jacket and handed it over. Sam typed in the street on the phone’s navigation. “Okay, just try to find some building on that street. Anything that abandoned and we’ll find you. A church would be best if possible, holy water and hand and everything.”
“I’ll try. Please hurry.” He sounded a little more at ease but Sam could hear how tired he was.
“We’ll call you on the way.” Sam hung up. The other two were watching him. “Crowley took Kevin. He had him for a few weeks before he escaped and now he’s wandering around Iowa looking over his shoulder for demons.”
“But we had a deal.” Cas thought that Crowley would live by his ‘make a deal, keep it’ motto but he was wrong.
“Apparently not anymore.” Dean looked at Sam again. “What did Crowley want?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. Kevin told me the street he was on, so we should leave now.” He was taking out money to pay their check.
“What about Faith?” They all looked over to the blissfully unaware toddler. She was playing with her french fries.
“We could take her back to Sarah until we figure this out. I’ll have to fill her in anyway.”
“Is she gonna let you leave?” Sam had stayed out of trouble for a while and Dean couldn’t see Sarah letting him run straight to the King of Hell.
“Yes. Kevin is our responsibility, all of ours. I have to go. Besides, if Crowley shows up, I don’t want you two going alone.”
“Alright.”
Sam called Sarah on the way back to the shop. She was waiting outside when they pulled up. Sam pulled her aside as Dean and Cas walked Faith back inside.
Sarah grabbed Sam’s arm. “Sam, are you sure you should do this? Can’t Dean and Cas handle this?”
“I have to. Kevin needs my help. If something happened to any of them, I would never forgive myself.” He saw the fear in her eyes. “Sarah,” he held her arms comfortingly, “we’ll be okay. I promise. Just take care of Faith.”
She nodded and squeezed his arm. “Be careful.”
“I will.” He leaned down and kissed her briefly.
Sarah was holding Faith and waving as the three of them drove off in the Impala.
A few hours into the drive, Kevin called back to tell them that he had actually come across an abandoned church on his street. They told him they were still about eight hours away.
“Stay put and we’ll be there as soon as possible.” Sam slipped his phone back into his jacket. “Kevin’s still pretty freaked out but he feels better to at least be in a building.”
“Good.” Dean pushed a little harder on the gas pedal anyway. He wanted to get there quickly.
“What do you think Crowley wanted with Kevin? The leviathans are gone and we sure haven’t given him any problems.”
Dean glanced in the mirror at Cas. They still hadn’t told Sam about Tracy and the monsters they killed, including demons that could’ve been working for Crowley. “Who knows, Sam? Crowley might just want a prophet to find out how they work. You know how he is.”
“When we find Crowley,” Cas spoke up for the first time since Kevin called. He had been going over options all night. “We’re gonna kill him. He broke his deal. It’s only fair.”
“Killing Crowley is always on the to do list, Cas.” Dean looked at him again. The hard look in his eye worried Dean. “We will. Right now we need to worry about Kevin.” When Cas didn’t say anymore, Dean looked and saw him staring out the window with the same look on his face. He could see Sam watching him. His brother knew he was worried about what Cas would do. Dean shrugged at Sam before looking back at the road.
The sun was just starting to rise when they turned onto Orange Avenue in Iowa. Sam was on the phone with Kevin as they passed trees and the occasional house. The church wasn’t easy to miss. It was white and even with the boarded up windows and doors it looked nice. Dean parked out back. Kevin was waiting by a window as they took their bag out of the trunk.
“Hey, how you holding up?” Dean looked Kevin over quickly. His hair, which used to reach his shoulders, was cut shorter than Dean’s and the dark circles under his eyes showed how little he’d probably slept in weeks.
“I’ve been better.”
“So,” Dean dropped his bag, “what happened?”
“I don’t remember exactly how it started, but it was like before. I was jolted awake and had an overwhelming urge to get to that warehouse. Crowley had found another tablet.”
“There’s another tablet? How many freakin’ tablets are there?”
“I just became a prophet like a year ago.”
Cas smiled. “There are a lot of tablets, Dean. What was this one about?”
Kevin looked at Cas. “Demons.”
“What about demons?” Sam asked.
“Everything. When I got close to the warehouse, Crowley’s men grabbed me.”
“And tortured you?” Dean figured Crowley knew how to do little else.
“No, not at all. He wanted me to translate the tablet.”
“Please tell me you still have the tablet.”
“Of course.”
They all sighed in relief. “Where is it?”
“Safe.”
“How did you get away?”
“I read something about a hell gate in Nebraska, how to open it. Crowley got his men to help me get the ingredients I needed and he went to the opening.”
“You told the King of Hell how to open a hell gate?”
“What, no! I was just getting Crowley far away while the ingredients were for something else. When I burned them, it exploded and killed the demons around me. I was able to grab the tablet and I ran.”
Dean smiled. “You son of a bitch.”
“There was something else I read too,” Kevin was smiling now, “it seemed important.”
“What?”
“Instructions on how to close the doors to Hell forever. Banishing all demons from the face of the earth.”
They all fell silent. Closing Hell forever? Dean took a couple steps towards Kevin. “Closing the doors to Hell permanently? Yeah, that could be important.”
“How do we do it?” Sam moved forward. The prospect of no demons on Earth was their dream come true.
“I don’t know yet. I wasn’t able to read that much.” He looked around at them. “So, what’s the plan?”
“We need to get you somewhere safe.” Sam looked at Dean. “Where would be best? Crowley knows about the cabin in Montana.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, although we do have it protected pretty well, and with Faith there I don’t think anything would be too much of a problem.”
“We can’t take him there, Dean.” Cas chimed in. “Sam’s right, Crowley would be waiting for us. We need a safe house somewhere that Kevin can concentrate and work and be safe.”
“Do we know anyone who could provide that?” Sam couldn’t think of any since Bobby was gone.
“What about Garth?” Dean remembered him saying something about having safe houses all over the place. Hopefully he meant it.
“Really? Garth?” Sam liked the guy but he practically killed himself on every case he worked on.
“Let’s at least try.” Dean took out his phone.
He eventually worked out an arrangement with Garth for Kevin to stay at one of his safe boathouses. Dean thought maybe he had misheard him but he apparently had a boat somewhere on the West Coast.
“Sam, you take Kevin to Colorado to meet with Garth. Cas and I are gonna stay here.”
“Wouldn’t it be safer if we all went with Kevin? What are you two gonna do?”
Dean knew that Cas wanted to confront Crowley and he didn’t want to make him wait and potentially summon the demon alone. “We’re gonna summon Crowley.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “What? Are you insane? You want to take on Crowley without me? What if something happens?”
“Exactly! If something happens to us, you will be safe, Kevin will be safe. Faith needs someone, Sam.”
“Dammit, Dean.” Sam grabbed Dean by the arm and walked him outside. “I came with you to face Crowley, with you. I will not let you push me out and run head long into this like you do everything else. We face this together or not at all, Dean. This isn’t some piss-ant demon. This is Crowley.”
Dean had expected a fight, but he had to keep Sam safe. “Okay, fine. Just take Kevin and we’ll wait for you.”
“No, you think I’m an idiot, Dean? You’ll just summon him as soon as I’m gone. We’re all taking Kevin and then we’ll deal with Crowley.” Sam crossed his arms in defiance. There was no time to argue.
“Fine!” Dean threw his arms up in defeat. “Let’s go.”
They packed the car and drove Kevin to Colorado. They met with Garth and let him take Kevin to his boathouse outside Oregon. The plan was to summon Crowley once Kevin was gone.
Cas was painting the devil’s trap when Dean pulled Sam aside. “I don’t suppose there’s any way I could get you to take the Impala and go back to New York?”
“No way in Hell.”
“That’s what I thought.” Dean smiled. “You’ve got the knife?”
“Yeah.” Sam pulled it out and showed it to him.
“Good.” Dean took out the Colt. “I guess we’re ready.” Cas had finished the trap and was standing across from them with his angel blade in hand.
They performed the spell and in a flash, Crowley appeared inside their trap. He looked around in a slow circle before sighing. “Really? I was in the middle of something very important.”
Dean put his hands up in mock sympathy. “So sorry, but so were we.”
“What do you want?”
“You’re not honoring your deal, Crowley.” Cas was glaring daggers at the demon.
Crowley laughed. “What? How have I not? I haven’t come near or threatened your ugly mugs for almost a year now.”
“What about Kevin?” Sam gripped the knife tighter.
“What about him?”
“You kidnapped him.”
“I did not.”
“That’s not how he tells it.” Dean took a couple steps around the circle.
“You’ve seen him then?” Crowley seemed interested now.
“Maybe.”
“Well, then you would now that he came to me. I found him trespassing on my property and my boys brought him in. I believe that I technically agreed not to go after the prophet, which I didn’t.” He turned to Cas on the last sentence.
“If you were really upholding the deal,” Cas moved closer to Dean, “you would’ve kicked Kevin out when you saw him. I guess getting the translation for the tablet was more important than your life?”
“So, he told you about the tablet?” They nodded.
“What are doing digging up tablets anyway, Crowley?” Dean couldn’t imagine what he would want since the leviathans were gone.
“Knowledge is the most powerful weapon you can have. I want to know everything about everything.” He smiled at their confused looks. “I imagine you’ve stashed Kevin somewhere then?” They just smiled. “Fine. So, anything else or can I go?”
“You really think we just called you up just to have you tell us what we already know?” Dean cocked the Colt and held it up to Crowley while Cas and Sam raised their weapons.
Crowley laughed. “Oh, boys. Did you think it would be that easy?”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe.” Crowley just raised a brow. Dean curled his finger around the trigger. “Goodbye, Crowley. It’s been…well, awful.” Dean put pressure on the trigger when he heard a loud growl behind him. The skin on Dean’s neck chilled and his heart raced as he recognized the sound.
Cas looked over to Dean, eyes wide with fear. Claw marks appeared by Dean’s feet as another growl rang out.
“The King of Hell doesn’t go anywhere without a guard.” Crowley seemed almost gleeful of the look of terror on Dean’s face.
Cas pointed his blade at Crowley. “Call him off.”
“Sure, as long as hot stuff puts the gun down.”
“I could kill you before he kills me.” Dean’s voice was more confident than his appearance suggested.
“Probably, but then he would tear all of you to shreds.” The hellhound’s echoing bark seconded the statement. “Either we all live or we all die.”
Sam and Cas looked to Dean. They were ready to follow whatever he decided. The gun shook in Dean’s hand as he thought over the cost. When Faith crossed his mind, Dean dropped the gun to the floor. “Bastard.” Cas and Sam lowered their weapons.
“That’s what I thought.” The demon was smiling smugly as Sam scraped a line through the trap’s paint. “Pleasure seeing you as always.” He walked past them to his hound and patted his back a couple times. “Until next time.” Then, he was gone.
Dean sighed after he disappeared. His body was still shaking. You could show him anything in the world and he would still be more terrified of hellhounds than any other nightmare. They had killed him once before after all.
Cas grabbed Dean’s arm. “Are you okay?” Dean’s face was pale.
“Yeah,” he wiped a hand over his face, “fine. Let’s go.” He slipped his arm free of Cas and walked away from Sam’s concerned eyes. Crowley would have to wait.
They booked a room for the night to sleep before the long drive back. Sam had called Sarah to fill her in while Dean and Cas got in bed beside each other. Dean knew he needed sleep but he couldn’t. He turned to Cas, “You know, I think it’s time we looked for a new place. Tracy was right about the cabin. It’s not safe anymore. Everything that’s ever been after us knows we stay there. We need a new safe house.”
Cas nodded. “I agree. I don’t know where we’ll find one since we don’t know anyone that even has a house really.” He smiled. “Except Garth, I guess.”
“Yeah, well maybe we’ll just have to buy one and make it safe. Bobby did. He had his house for so long. We could do it.”
“If that’s what you want, Dean.” Cas was slipping into sleep as Dean talked. “We can start looking in the morning, or after the wedding.”
Dean could see Cas falling asleep. He slid down farther on the bed to lay flat next to Cas. He ran a hand through Cas’ hair lightly and wrapped his other arm around him. Cas nuzzled Dean’s neck and shifted closer. They were both asleep tangled together when Sam came back in to sleep himself.
Next
Rating: NC-17
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam/Sarah, Faith, Kevin, Crowley
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers through 8x01,semi-public sex
Word Count: ~4,300 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost i here. You do need to read the prologue which i here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7
This chapter: 2 months after the previous chapter. Dean and Cas are getting fitted for their suits for Sam’s wedding when they get a call from Kevin that throws them into Crowley again.
Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult.
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Dean was fidgeting as the employee of the groomsmen shop circled him, making adjustments to the fit as he went. He wasn’t used to the feeling of someone pulling at him like that. He checked his reflection in the mirror, admiring what a nice suit could look like.
“It’s looks really good, Dean.” Cas looked him up and down from his chair behind him. The red vest under the black jacket fit close to Dean’s body and made Cas want to run his hands over the fabric and pull Dean close. He locked eyes with his husband in the mirror and saw the knowing smirk on Dean’s face. He seemed to puff up slightly from Cas’ approval.
“See, this wasn’t so bad, right?” Sam smiled as he bounced Faith on his knee. Dean had made Sam and Cas go first before collecting Faith from the girls after getting her flower girl dress, hoping they wouldn’t have time to fuss over him much. Sam figured that Dean just didn’t like the attention.
“Yeah.” Dean picked at his lapels as he turned to face them. He looked at his daughter. “Well, what do you think, Faith? Good?” He held his arms out.
Faith clapped her hands and laughed. “Good, Daddy!”
They all smiled. The employee left to write down the small adjustments he needed while Dean changed back into his clothes. The girls were still picking out dresses and jewelry next door, so the four of them went out to eat while they finished up.
A small restaurant down the street seemed perfect for them. They sat in a booth in the back corner. Faith was happily coloring with the crayons their waitress gave her as the men ordered.
“So, has it finally hit you yet?” Dean leaned back in the booth after taking a sip of his coffee. “The reality that you’re marrying Sarah?”
Sam smiled, looking at his tea as he swirled his straw in circles. “Putting that suit on today kinda did it, yeah.” Sam laughed lightly. “It’s still a few months off, but I can’t wait.” His eyes sparkled as he looked at his brother. “I can’t wait for us to start our life together and build our own family.” His smile was ear to ear.
“Alright, calm down.” Dean couldn’t help but smile from Sam’s radiating happiness. “I’m assuming there’s gonna be a bachelor party?”
Sam laughed. “If you guys want to.”
“It would just be us, right?” Dean pointed to the three of them.
“Yeah,” Sam shrugged, “I guess I could invite a couple friends I’ve made up here, but just the three of us would be nice.”
“Good. I’ll throw you a party you won’t forget.” Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam.
“Maybe I should rethink this.” Sam could imagine what Dean would plan.
“No, it’s too late.” Dean smiled and took another drink of his black coffee. He almost dropped the cup when he felt a hand sliding slowly across his thigh. He licked the spilled coffee off his lips and glanced at the hand as he set the cup down. Cas curled his fingers in a tight squeeze and Dean had to cough to hide the noise he wanted to make. When he looked at Cas, he was met with a blank expression.
Cas squeezed again when Dean looked at him, trying hard not to smile as his eyes widened slightly. Sam was asking Dean about something for the wedding but Dean was staring at his coffee, fists clenching as Cas’ hand moved farther inside his leg. Cas had really liked the way that suit had fit Dean.
Dean had tried to catch the end of Sam’s sentence but Cas had inched closer to him and was pressing the palm of his hand into Dean’s crotch. He slid to the edge of the booth to hide Cas’ hand. Cas just sipped his drink as he pressed into Dean harder. It was all he could do not to thrust into Cas’ hand.
“Dean?” Sam furrowed his brows. “Did you hear what I said?”
“What?” Dean felt his face get hot as his breathy voice betrayed him. Sam looked nervously between him and Cas. “Sorry.” Dean shifted and put a hand over Cas’, trying to still his husband’s movements. “I didn’t, no.”
Sam looked like maybe he wouldn’t ask but he continued, “I was just wondering how early you guys were planning on coming up before the wedding?”
“Oh, uh,” Cas tightened his grip, making Dean twitch and tighten his hand, only making it worse. “God,” he looked at the table, feeling the confused look from Sam burn into his head. He looked at Cas. “What do you think, Cas?”
Cas seemed way too calm for a man that was currently palming someone into hardness in a public place. He frowned in thought as his hand started moving again. “I don’t know, Dean. Would a week be too early?” His eyes squinted slightly as his thumb pressed down hard.
Dean made a small noise in the back of his throat and coughed again. “Sure, a week. Sounds good.” He pushed himself back from the table, pushing Cas’ hand aside. “Uh, I need to go to the bathroom.” He slid off the booth, careful to mind Faith’s highchair. “I’ll be back.” He turned away from the table and practically ran to the bathroom.
Once Dean was out of eye range, he pulled out his phone. He was alone in the bathroom as he texted Cas.
Cas, what the hell? You can’t just do that. We’re in a freakin’ restaurant!
He leaned over the sink and caught his breath. He turned the cold water on and threw some on his face. His phone beeped with a message.
Nobody could see. But you looked so good in that suit dean.
Dean sighed.
Faith is right next to us. Just calm down. I promise you can come after me later.
He dried his face and was about to leave when the bathroom door opened and Cas walked through. Dean didn’t have a chance to finish his name before he was pushed up against the stalls and Cas was kissing him. He wrapped his arms around him on reflex.
Cas kissed him harder, grabbing Dean’s hair tightly. He made an approving noise as Dean squeezed him. He thrusted into Dean as he kissed down his neck.
“Cas,” Dean tried to still the other man, “I don’t think this is the best time or place for this.” Dean could just imagine some poor kid walking in at any moment and being traumatized.
He was pulled from the stall wall and manhandled into the first stall. Cas locked to thin door before pressing Dean into the wall again. “Now you’ll just have to be quiet.” Cas ran his hands down Dean’s chest and around his waist. “Do you know what I’m gonna do to you when you wear that suit?” Cas gripped his back tight and kissed his neck.
Dean tried to keep his voice quiet as Cas bit his neck. “Tell me.” His eyes closed in pleasure as Cas bucked against him and licked around his ear.
“If I can even wait until we get back to our room that night, I’ll shove you to the closest wall or door,” he pushed into Dean for emphasis, making Dean moan quietly. “Then, I’ll take off your black jacket and pants.” His hands squeezed Dean’s butt and pushed him against Cas. Dean held Cas close, thrusting against him.
“Jesus, Cas.” Dean felt his breath catch when Cas unbuttoned his jeans and slipped a hand into the snug fabric.
“Then,” he pressed his palm against Dean’s hard cock, “I’ll fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging for more.” He closed a hand around Dean and moved in slow strokes. “Only then will I turn you around and fuck you into the wall.”
“Fuck!” Dean’s head fell back against the stall. Cas’ hand sped up, making Dean arch forward and dig his fingers into Cas’ back. “Oh God.”
Cas leaned forward and kissed Dean. He could feel Dean’s urgency and wondered himself how long Sam would wait before getting concerned with their long absence. He sped up his strokes more, thumb circling the leaking head of Dean’s erection.
“Cas, please.” He knew he was close and he feared it being ruined by a customer’s appearance. Dean pulled Cas close by his hair, kissing him fiercely. He was thrusting into Cas’ hand, chasing his release. It didn’t take much more before he was coming hard over Cas’ hand.
Dean’s breath was labored as his head spun from his release. Cas braced himself on the stall next to Dean’s head and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I love you.” He whispered close to Dean’s face.
When Dean was about to pull him close and take care of him, Cas pulled back. “I should get back before Sam gets suspicious.” He looked Dean up and down. “Clean up and join us, huh?” He smiled as Dean laughed.
“Yeah, just give me a minute.” Cas nodded and left Dean alone in the bathroom. Dean composed himself and came back out in time to see the waitress dropping off their food. Sam looked up with a worried look on his face.
“You okay?”
Dean slid into the booth beside Cas. “Yeah, great.” He smiled while Sam looked between him and Cas. Dean looked at his burger. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.” Faith seconded this thought as she dug in to her mini cheeseburger.
They had all gotten through most of their food when Sam’s cell phone rang. He dug it out quickly, thinking it was Sarah. Instead, it was an unknown number. “Hello?”
A young male voice answered. “Sam Winchester?” It took Sam a second to recognize it. “It’s Kevin Tran.”
“Oh, hi, Kevin. I didn’t recognize your number.”
“Hey, I know you’re kind of out of the whole hunting thing but…”
Kevin sounded shaken and tired. Sam knew something was wrong. “Kevin, what happened?” Dean and Cas sat up straighter at Sam’s words.
“I was trying to reach Dean, but his number wasn’t working.”
“Dean’s with me. What happened?” Sam was getting more nervous as he heard Kevin breathing harshly like he was running or had just been running a long time.
“Crowley.”
Sam’s chest flared up in anger at the name. It figures that the demon couldn’t keep up his deal. “What did Crowley do?”
“He had me in a warehouse somewhere in Wisconsin for a couple weeks. I escaped and I’ve been running. I don’t know if they’re still following me or not or how long until they find me, wait…” Kevin went silent and Sam heard a car go by in the background and shuffling as Kevin moved. “I need help. I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, where are you?” Sam tried to keep his voice calm. He could see Dean and Cas looking at him for answers and he didn’t want to scare them.
“I don’t know.” He heard Kevin moving again. “Iowa, uh,” leaves were crunching as Kevin walked around, “I see a street sign, uh,” a few rushed footsteps, “Orange Avenue. I know I’m not too far from the border but there’s nothing out here, just a bunch of trees.”
“Okay,” Sam pulled away from the phone, “Cas, give me your phone.” He held a hand out to him. Cas fished his phone out of his jacket and handed it over. Sam typed in the street on the phone’s navigation. “Okay, just try to find some building on that street. Anything that abandoned and we’ll find you. A church would be best if possible, holy water and hand and everything.”
“I’ll try. Please hurry.” He sounded a little more at ease but Sam could hear how tired he was.
“We’ll call you on the way.” Sam hung up. The other two were watching him. “Crowley took Kevin. He had him for a few weeks before he escaped and now he’s wandering around Iowa looking over his shoulder for demons.”
“But we had a deal.” Cas thought that Crowley would live by his ‘make a deal, keep it’ motto but he was wrong.
“Apparently not anymore.” Dean looked at Sam again. “What did Crowley want?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. Kevin told me the street he was on, so we should leave now.” He was taking out money to pay their check.
“What about Faith?” They all looked over to the blissfully unaware toddler. She was playing with her french fries.
“We could take her back to Sarah until we figure this out. I’ll have to fill her in anyway.”
“Is she gonna let you leave?” Sam had stayed out of trouble for a while and Dean couldn’t see Sarah letting him run straight to the King of Hell.
“Yes. Kevin is our responsibility, all of ours. I have to go. Besides, if Crowley shows up, I don’t want you two going alone.”
“Alright.”
Sam called Sarah on the way back to the shop. She was waiting outside when they pulled up. Sam pulled her aside as Dean and Cas walked Faith back inside.
Sarah grabbed Sam’s arm. “Sam, are you sure you should do this? Can’t Dean and Cas handle this?”
“I have to. Kevin needs my help. If something happened to any of them, I would never forgive myself.” He saw the fear in her eyes. “Sarah,” he held her arms comfortingly, “we’ll be okay. I promise. Just take care of Faith.”
She nodded and squeezed his arm. “Be careful.”
“I will.” He leaned down and kissed her briefly.
Sarah was holding Faith and waving as the three of them drove off in the Impala.
A few hours into the drive, Kevin called back to tell them that he had actually come across an abandoned church on his street. They told him they were still about eight hours away.
“Stay put and we’ll be there as soon as possible.” Sam slipped his phone back into his jacket. “Kevin’s still pretty freaked out but he feels better to at least be in a building.”
“Good.” Dean pushed a little harder on the gas pedal anyway. He wanted to get there quickly.
“What do you think Crowley wanted with Kevin? The leviathans are gone and we sure haven’t given him any problems.”
Dean glanced in the mirror at Cas. They still hadn’t told Sam about Tracy and the monsters they killed, including demons that could’ve been working for Crowley. “Who knows, Sam? Crowley might just want a prophet to find out how they work. You know how he is.”
“When we find Crowley,” Cas spoke up for the first time since Kevin called. He had been going over options all night. “We’re gonna kill him. He broke his deal. It’s only fair.”
“Killing Crowley is always on the to do list, Cas.” Dean looked at him again. The hard look in his eye worried Dean. “We will. Right now we need to worry about Kevin.” When Cas didn’t say anymore, Dean looked and saw him staring out the window with the same look on his face. He could see Sam watching him. His brother knew he was worried about what Cas would do. Dean shrugged at Sam before looking back at the road.
The sun was just starting to rise when they turned onto Orange Avenue in Iowa. Sam was on the phone with Kevin as they passed trees and the occasional house. The church wasn’t easy to miss. It was white and even with the boarded up windows and doors it looked nice. Dean parked out back. Kevin was waiting by a window as they took their bag out of the trunk.
“Hey, how you holding up?” Dean looked Kevin over quickly. His hair, which used to reach his shoulders, was cut shorter than Dean’s and the dark circles under his eyes showed how little he’d probably slept in weeks.
“I’ve been better.”
“So,” Dean dropped his bag, “what happened?”
“I don’t remember exactly how it started, but it was like before. I was jolted awake and had an overwhelming urge to get to that warehouse. Crowley had found another tablet.”
“There’s another tablet? How many freakin’ tablets are there?”
“I just became a prophet like a year ago.”
Cas smiled. “There are a lot of tablets, Dean. What was this one about?”
Kevin looked at Cas. “Demons.”
“What about demons?” Sam asked.
“Everything. When I got close to the warehouse, Crowley’s men grabbed me.”
“And tortured you?” Dean figured Crowley knew how to do little else.
“No, not at all. He wanted me to translate the tablet.”
“Please tell me you still have the tablet.”
“Of course.”
They all sighed in relief. “Where is it?”
“Safe.”
“How did you get away?”
“I read something about a hell gate in Nebraska, how to open it. Crowley got his men to help me get the ingredients I needed and he went to the opening.”
“You told the King of Hell how to open a hell gate?”
“What, no! I was just getting Crowley far away while the ingredients were for something else. When I burned them, it exploded and killed the demons around me. I was able to grab the tablet and I ran.”
Dean smiled. “You son of a bitch.”
“There was something else I read too,” Kevin was smiling now, “it seemed important.”
“What?”
“Instructions on how to close the doors to Hell forever. Banishing all demons from the face of the earth.”
They all fell silent. Closing Hell forever? Dean took a couple steps towards Kevin. “Closing the doors to Hell permanently? Yeah, that could be important.”
“How do we do it?” Sam moved forward. The prospect of no demons on Earth was their dream come true.
“I don’t know yet. I wasn’t able to read that much.” He looked around at them. “So, what’s the plan?”
“We need to get you somewhere safe.” Sam looked at Dean. “Where would be best? Crowley knows about the cabin in Montana.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, although we do have it protected pretty well, and with Faith there I don’t think anything would be too much of a problem.”
“We can’t take him there, Dean.” Cas chimed in. “Sam’s right, Crowley would be waiting for us. We need a safe house somewhere that Kevin can concentrate and work and be safe.”
“Do we know anyone who could provide that?” Sam couldn’t think of any since Bobby was gone.
“What about Garth?” Dean remembered him saying something about having safe houses all over the place. Hopefully he meant it.
“Really? Garth?” Sam liked the guy but he practically killed himself on every case he worked on.
“Let’s at least try.” Dean took out his phone.
He eventually worked out an arrangement with Garth for Kevin to stay at one of his safe boathouses. Dean thought maybe he had misheard him but he apparently had a boat somewhere on the West Coast.
“Sam, you take Kevin to Colorado to meet with Garth. Cas and I are gonna stay here.”
“Wouldn’t it be safer if we all went with Kevin? What are you two gonna do?”
Dean knew that Cas wanted to confront Crowley and he didn’t want to make him wait and potentially summon the demon alone. “We’re gonna summon Crowley.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “What? Are you insane? You want to take on Crowley without me? What if something happens?”
“Exactly! If something happens to us, you will be safe, Kevin will be safe. Faith needs someone, Sam.”
“Dammit, Dean.” Sam grabbed Dean by the arm and walked him outside. “I came with you to face Crowley, with you. I will not let you push me out and run head long into this like you do everything else. We face this together or not at all, Dean. This isn’t some piss-ant demon. This is Crowley.”
Dean had expected a fight, but he had to keep Sam safe. “Okay, fine. Just take Kevin and we’ll wait for you.”
“No, you think I’m an idiot, Dean? You’ll just summon him as soon as I’m gone. We’re all taking Kevin and then we’ll deal with Crowley.” Sam crossed his arms in defiance. There was no time to argue.
“Fine!” Dean threw his arms up in defeat. “Let’s go.”
They packed the car and drove Kevin to Colorado. They met with Garth and let him take Kevin to his boathouse outside Oregon. The plan was to summon Crowley once Kevin was gone.
Cas was painting the devil’s trap when Dean pulled Sam aside. “I don’t suppose there’s any way I could get you to take the Impala and go back to New York?”
“No way in Hell.”
“That’s what I thought.” Dean smiled. “You’ve got the knife?”
“Yeah.” Sam pulled it out and showed it to him.
“Good.” Dean took out the Colt. “I guess we’re ready.” Cas had finished the trap and was standing across from them with his angel blade in hand.
They performed the spell and in a flash, Crowley appeared inside their trap. He looked around in a slow circle before sighing. “Really? I was in the middle of something very important.”
Dean put his hands up in mock sympathy. “So sorry, but so were we.”
“What do you want?”
“You’re not honoring your deal, Crowley.” Cas was glaring daggers at the demon.
Crowley laughed. “What? How have I not? I haven’t come near or threatened your ugly mugs for almost a year now.”
“What about Kevin?” Sam gripped the knife tighter.
“What about him?”
“You kidnapped him.”
“I did not.”
“That’s not how he tells it.” Dean took a couple steps around the circle.
“You’ve seen him then?” Crowley seemed interested now.
“Maybe.”
“Well, then you would now that he came to me. I found him trespassing on my property and my boys brought him in. I believe that I technically agreed not to go after the prophet, which I didn’t.” He turned to Cas on the last sentence.
“If you were really upholding the deal,” Cas moved closer to Dean, “you would’ve kicked Kevin out when you saw him. I guess getting the translation for the tablet was more important than your life?”
“So, he told you about the tablet?” They nodded.
“What are doing digging up tablets anyway, Crowley?” Dean couldn’t imagine what he would want since the leviathans were gone.
“Knowledge is the most powerful weapon you can have. I want to know everything about everything.” He smiled at their confused looks. “I imagine you’ve stashed Kevin somewhere then?” They just smiled. “Fine. So, anything else or can I go?”
“You really think we just called you up just to have you tell us what we already know?” Dean cocked the Colt and held it up to Crowley while Cas and Sam raised their weapons.
Crowley laughed. “Oh, boys. Did you think it would be that easy?”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe.” Crowley just raised a brow. Dean curled his finger around the trigger. “Goodbye, Crowley. It’s been…well, awful.” Dean put pressure on the trigger when he heard a loud growl behind him. The skin on Dean’s neck chilled and his heart raced as he recognized the sound.
Cas looked over to Dean, eyes wide with fear. Claw marks appeared by Dean’s feet as another growl rang out.
“The King of Hell doesn’t go anywhere without a guard.” Crowley seemed almost gleeful of the look of terror on Dean’s face.
Cas pointed his blade at Crowley. “Call him off.”
“Sure, as long as hot stuff puts the gun down.”
“I could kill you before he kills me.” Dean’s voice was more confident than his appearance suggested.
“Probably, but then he would tear all of you to shreds.” The hellhound’s echoing bark seconded the statement. “Either we all live or we all die.”
Sam and Cas looked to Dean. They were ready to follow whatever he decided. The gun shook in Dean’s hand as he thought over the cost. When Faith crossed his mind, Dean dropped the gun to the floor. “Bastard.” Cas and Sam lowered their weapons.
“That’s what I thought.” The demon was smiling smugly as Sam scraped a line through the trap’s paint. “Pleasure seeing you as always.” He walked past them to his hound and patted his back a couple times. “Until next time.” Then, he was gone.
Dean sighed after he disappeared. His body was still shaking. You could show him anything in the world and he would still be more terrified of hellhounds than any other nightmare. They had killed him once before after all.
Cas grabbed Dean’s arm. “Are you okay?” Dean’s face was pale.
“Yeah,” he wiped a hand over his face, “fine. Let’s go.” He slipped his arm free of Cas and walked away from Sam’s concerned eyes. Crowley would have to wait.
They booked a room for the night to sleep before the long drive back. Sam had called Sarah to fill her in while Dean and Cas got in bed beside each other. Dean knew he needed sleep but he couldn’t. He turned to Cas, “You know, I think it’s time we looked for a new place. Tracy was right about the cabin. It’s not safe anymore. Everything that’s ever been after us knows we stay there. We need a new safe house.”
Cas nodded. “I agree. I don’t know where we’ll find one since we don’t know anyone that even has a house really.” He smiled. “Except Garth, I guess.”
“Yeah, well maybe we’ll just have to buy one and make it safe. Bobby did. He had his house for so long. We could do it.”
“If that’s what you want, Dean.” Cas was slipping into sleep as Dean talked. “We can start looking in the morning, or after the wedding.”
Dean could see Cas falling asleep. He slid down farther on the bed to lay flat next to Cas. He ran a hand through Cas’ hair lightly and wrapped his other arm around him. Cas nuzzled Dean’s neck and shifted closer. They were both asleep tangled together when Sam came back in to sleep himself.
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