Take Two - Chapter Four - Destiel Fanfiction
Title: Take Two
Authors: islanderbib83 & pdlessard07 (pippin1983 & lotrspnfangirl)
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: R (may change)
Summary: Dean and Castiel get drunkenly married at 19. It's bold, it's rash, it's being young and in love. After Dean walked out, Castiel tried to move and after ten years, he's decided to marry again. The only thing standing in his way is his legal marriage. Dean, however, wants a second chance to prove that he's grown up, he's matured, but his love for Castiel has never changed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angsty! Totally AU.
Beta(s): Huge thanks and hugs to oldbatj for working with us on this! Jude, you’re fantastic!
A/N: We own nothing! We are taking these characters and playing with them nicely. Our fic was based off of this prompt.. Bibi primarily wrote Dean and Dani primarily wrote Cas. Our eye banners are used to signify scene changes and not POV, even if they coincide. We just think the boys have pretty eyes <3
The ringing of his phone broke Castiel out of his thoughts, and he blinked a few times as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked down at the screen. He sighed, sliding his thumb across the screen and answering the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Angel,” Balthazar crooned over the other line. His voice usually made Castiel melt but now, caused something guilty and angry to swirl in his stomach. “What are you doing, baby? I called your dad, but he said you weren’t home.”
“I went to see Dean this morning about the papers.” Castiel replied, left hand falling to the side of the seat and finding the lever to let his driver’s seat fall back. He had left Dean’s house almost three hours ago, but had found himself circling between Dean’s house and his father’s house, unsure of what he should be doing. His phone ringing had finally given him reason to stop the car.
“Oh! Good!” Balthazar’s smile could be felt through the phone and Cas fought the urge to hang up on him. “So are you on your way home?”
“Not yet.” Cas said quietly, surprised at the silence he was met with. “Balt?” He asked, hearing a humming in response. “I figured I would spend a few more days with my Dad.”
“Oh, okay… I miss you.”
“I know.” Cas could feel the tension spreading between them, but was helpless to stop it. First he needed to focus on what was going on now, get his life in order, and then he could worry about and fix things with Balthazar. They would have the rest of their lives after all. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
“Sure, just be careful. Tell your dad I said hello again,” Cas told him he would and hung up, instantly feeling himself relax. He let his eyes fall closed, settling himself back in the padded leather and sighing deeply, again.
I’m not asking you to call off your wedding. Even if I would want you to be mine again, but that’s nothing but wishful thinking.
Castiel felt his throat tighten as he replayed Dean’s words in his mind. Suddenly, he found himself laughing out loud. The sound strange as it reverberated through the vehicle and against his ears. Life always had a funny way of screwing him over.
He had gotten married at 19, and had to endure listening to everyone in their lives lecture and warn him about the things that would inevitably happen. But he didn’t care-- he loved Dean, couldn’t imagine his life with anyone else. He was completely entranced, wrapped up in everything Dean had to offer -- his laughter, his sarcasm and charm, his life. And now, at 29, he found himself in the same position -- lost in the possibilities that Dean was not so subtly offering.
And he was pissed. What right did Dean have to ask anything of him? He came here to tie up loose ends, to close that chapter of his life and move on. He was finished explaining his mistakes, tired of the looks and the pity he received. He owed Dean nothing but Dean owed him this.
Castiel was moving on, he had moved on. And Dean was going to sign those goddamn papers so he could go back home and lose himself to a man that would not leave him after a few months.
Slamming the seat back up into a proper position, Cas turned over the ignition again and pulled back onto the road from the park-and-ride he had finally parked in. He drove back to Dean’s house, letting the anger pool and grow until he was shaking with it.
By the time he arrived at Dean’s door, he barely managed to turn off the car before he was out and sprinting up the steps, slamming his fists against the wood.
“What?” Dean asked, ripping the door open, shock clear on his face when saw who was on his step. Castiel pushed in, shoving Dean back through the door until they were pressed against the opposite wall.
“Fuck you, Dean Winchester.” He swore, kicking the door shut behind them. Dean’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Castiel cut him off. “No,” He said, pressing a finger against Dean’s lips. “I waited for you, I let myself believe that you would come back. I loved you, Dean. And you broke me! And I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you for what you did to me. For years I imagined you coming back to me, explaining some cock and bull story that would have me falling back into your arms. Because that’s what I wanted, I always wanted you.
“And now I’ve finally gotten to a place where I can move on and be happy, and you want to ask me for something? You think you have that right? I need those papers signed, Dean. I need you to sign them so I can pretend, so I can pretend that this is over, so I can pretend that there’s nothing worth thinking about anymore. I need to pretend that you left for a reason, a good reason, and that you’ve moved on and you’re happy and there’s nothing left between us anymore.”
Dean’s eyes were swimming as they watched Castiel carefully and Castiel felt himself shaking now, for another reason. He had Dean pinned against the wall, his hands pressed in fists against Dean’s chest, and shame washed over him. He opened his mouth, trying to apologize, to say anything-- but couldn’t find the words.
“I never stopped,” Dean whispered finally. “Loving you, I mean.”
Castiel looked up, wanting to ask him why? Why did you leave then? How did we get to this point? But he was suddenly pressed closer to Dean, their lips pressed together, his hands moved from Dean’s chest to his hips and he couldn’t remember how they got there. Dean reacted quickly -- or maybe he had initiated it, Castiel honestly couldn’t tell-- and his hands fell to Cas’ back, pulling him closer. Cas lost himself in the kiss, pushing his anger and hurt through his lips, hoping Dean got it. When they broke apart, both of them were breathing hard and Cas’ eyes were wide as they met Dean’s.
“Fuck.” He whispered, swallowing hard. “My fiancé…”
“Technically…” Dean said, his voice cracking and he cleared his throat once. “I’m your husband so…”
With a loud smack Castiel's hand landed flat on Dean's cheek.
Both men stared at each other equally shocked.
"Oh God! Dean! I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Castiel stammered.
Dean held his cheek, it was felt warm, almost hot.
"No, I deserved it. I am sorry." Dean looked down.
Castiel lifted his hand again, he stared at his palm for a moment, still in shock, and then he laid it gently over Dean's still covering the angry redness on his cheek.
Dean looked at him from under his lashes. "So sorry," he half-whispered.
Castiel drew closer. "Shhh," he whispered and leaned in. Their lips met again. The kiss was a lot gentler this time. Dean held onto Castiel’s hips gently, giving control over completely. Castiel felt himself melting against Dean’s lips and he sighed against them, content.
He couldn’t stop the small thought from forming at the back of his mind… This. This is how it was supposed to be. He sucked Dean’s lower lip between his teeth, pulling gently and was rewarded with a soft groan coming from deep inside Dean’s throat. Dean’s fingers tightened their grip on his hips, grounding them. Castiel couldn’t imagine being anywhere else other than right here, in Dean’s arms, home.
“Cas,” Dean whispered against his lips, leaning their foreheads together. Castiel looked up and met Dean’s eyes. He opened his mouth, ready to surrender to this moment, to this feeling, to say he understood completely.
The ringing of his cell phone shattered through the sweet moment, bringing them painfully back into reality. Cas swallowed hard, releasing his hold on Dean and slipping out of his arms, eyes instantly trained on the floor.
“Are you going to get that?” Dean asked, clearing his throat. Castiel knew without looking that Dean was watching him. Castiel nodded, slowly dragging the phone out of his pocket and sliding the screen to answer.
“Hello?”
“Cas? You still with Dean?”
“Yeah... “ Castiel looked up, saw Dean still watching him, and tore his eyes away again. “Why? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, ‘M fine. Just… your boy… Balthazar…”
Castiel sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Dad. Is he still calling you?”
“Not exactly… He’s… He came for a visit. He’s here.”
Castiel’s eyes blew wide and he gasped out loud, panic suddenly fluttering through his stomach. “What?” He hissed, spinning around on his heel, pacing through the middle of Dean’s living room. “What do you mean he’s here? What the hell is he doing?”
“Apparently he decided he missed you and if you were going to spend time with me… he thought it could be a family affair.”
“Did you tell him where I was? He just… showed up at your house? He didn’t say anything to me!” Cas spun again, stalking back towards where Dean was still leaning against the wall. “I… I’ll be right there.” Castiel sighed.
“Your boy is up in the shower… told him you were on your way back anyways, that you went to get stuff for dinner… so make sure you don’t come back empty handed.”
Castiel hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket, dreading the look he was going to get when he met Dean’s eyes. “I… fuck, this was a mistake. Balthazar is here… My fucking fiancé is here. I shouldn’t be upset about this…” He shook his head, pushing back the pang in his chest and the burning behind his eyes. “This was supposed to be so simple, just sign the papers and move on.” He didn’t know if he was talking to himself or to Dean anymore, but the words were out there, hanging between them.
“Maybe that’s not an option.” Dean whispered finally, watching the emotions play out across Castiel’s face.
“It’s the only one I have...” Cas replied, turning away from him and reaching for the door. “I need to leave and go greet my future husband and figure out how to tell him--” He trailed off, fingers clenching the doorknob.
“You don’t have to tell him.”
Castiel looked over his shoulder and Dean couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. “That’s not how a good relationship is built, Dean.” Cas’ voice was hard, and he threw the door back and let himself out without waiting for Dean’s response.
As he sunk into the seat of his car, he allowed himself one minute to raise his fingers to his lips, tracing them. If he closed his eyes he could still feel Dean pressed against them, could still taste him on his tongue. Just another memory, painful and real, to add to the collection.
Dean had his eyes closed and sighed. Of course this Balthazar guy had to show up right now, when he and Cas were finally making progress in the right direction.
They were meant to be together, Cas and he. He had been too young back then, too scared. Had loved Castiel, still did, but married life had put too much stress on him, on his teenage life. He hadn't been ready. They hadn't been ready.
But he was ready now, he was an adult now, he was living a steady, dependable life, knew his responsibilities and took care of them. He had a job, a house, a daughter, he had everything he could want, apart from his husband.
Dean pushed himself off the wall and went into his living room. Before he slumped onto the couch he retrieved the bottle of whiskey he kept in the high cabinet. He poured himself a glass and downed it in one big gulp. He poured another glass but stopped short of belting that down as well. The glass clutched in one hand as he exasperatedly dragged the other over his face.
It was only noon-ish and he was already drinking. He huffed a sad laugh thinking how he was turning into his own poor excuse for a father. He was barely thirty and already feeling like a failure.
No! No he couldn’t be like this. Not for his Dorothy, not for his little Angel. He wanted to be a good dad, he had been a good dad so far. He had promised himself the moment he found out Ashleigh was pregnant that he would do his damnedest to be everything that his father never was for him. He scoffed, shoving the tumbler of whiskey onto the table and pushing back deeper into the couch cushions. He laughed aloud as he thought of what his Dad might say if he could see him now, pining over a man John had never approved of in the first place.
Dean was still bouncy while they waited at his parents’ front door. He held Cas’s hand, who was visibly more anxious about this dinner, but still couldn’t help the grin he had on his face, caused by Dean’s joy, Dean’s excitement.
His mother opened the door and Dean practically bounced at her and hugged her. Mary raised an eyebrow and, over Dean’s shoulder, gave Cas an questioning look. Cas shrugged with a slightly embarrassed smirk.
“Good evening to you too, my son.” Mary laughed softly as her eldest finally let go of her.
“Hey, Mom, I hope you don’t mind that my husband and I come over for dinner unannounced.” Dean grinned at her.
Mary frowned and blinked, then looked from Dean to Cas and back at Dean.
“Your husband?” she asked to make sure she had heard him right. In reply, Dean just waved his hand at her, showing off his cheap wedding ring.
She couldn’t hide the shock in her expression when she asked them to come inside. She ushered them into the living room and called for her husband.
Dean and Cas had settled on the couch, holding hands, Mary sitting in one of the easy chairs opposite them, when John came in.
“John, the boys have something to tell us.” Mary said, leaving no time for her husband to give an initial greeting to his son and his boyfriend first. John frowned a little in confusion, but sat down in the other easy chair, waiting for Dean and Cas to elaborate.
“Castiel and I got married.” Dean beamed.
“You -” John started.
“We got married. Look.” Dean took Castiel’s left hand and showed his father their matching rings.
“Dean… Just a ring isn’t being married...”
“I’m not a child! I know that! We had a ceremony. Sammy was our witness. We all signed our names. It’s official, Dad!”
“How? Do you even have a license, boys?”
“Garth is preparing the papers, we just have to go pick it up.” Dean explained.
“That’s a bloody joke. For Christ’s sake, Dean, you are only nineteen! I forbid you to pick up those papers. This is nothing but a bad joke. I can’t believe you even got your brother involved in this.”
“This is not a joke! I love Cas, and I will always love him, this is what we wanted! You cannot forbid me from having this!”
“Darling, don’t you think you’re rushing things? I know you love Castiel, but you’re still so young. People change, Dean. Who you are today? It’s not going to be who you are tomorrow, or years from now. You’re still growing and changing and learning how to live in the world… You love each other now, but...” Mary trailed off, her eyes meeting her husband’s in a silent exchange.
“And twenty two was so much older for you, Mom? This is ridiculous! Isn’t that what marriage is supposed to be about? To grow up together? To learn living with and loving and supporting the changes each of us go through? Isn’t our whole married life about change and growing up, making new experiences that might even help us change for the better?” Dean shook his head sadly.
“Jesus Christ.” John swore, pushing off the couch and making his way to the small liquor cabinet at the back of the living room and pouring some scotch into a glass. “You’re children, and your irresponsible actions only further prove that you’re children.” He downed the liquid, slamming the glass onto the table and pouring himself another. “This… phase? I don’t know… Whatever this is, was supposed to be over... You both deserve to experiment, to live, to see how many notches you can get under your belt before you settle down. This is ridiculous, don’t you realize that, Dean? No one gets married at nineteen-year-old and ends up staying married. There’s a goddamn reason for that. And I highly doubt your fifteen-year-old brother comprehended this rash and stupid decision enough to be classified as a witness.”
Dean could feel himself vibrating with anger as he stared across the room at his father. Beside him, he could feel Castiel sinking back into the cushions, trying to shrink into himself, to make himself smaller and invisible. Swallowing hard, Dean squeezed Castiel’s hand and forced his voice to remain steady.
“You’re either going to support me, support us… or you’re not.” He challenged, eyes tearing away from his father’s livid face to meet his mother’s, only to see tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’ve made my choice.”
“That’s not a choice, that’s childish rebellion.” John spat out in disgust, but Dean was already up on his feet, pulling Castiel along with him.
“Fuck you! Fuck you both! We’re picking up that license!” He hissed with a trembling jaw as he stormed off with Cas, tears burning behind his eyes, threatening to fall any second.
Dean felt that old familiar burning behind his eyes and his gut clenched as he thought that maybe, just maybe, John had been right.
Chapter Five