Take Two (23/?) 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
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Dorothy pushed her math worksheet over to Dean, letting him check it for her. “Is it right?” she asked looking up at him with big eyes.
Dean scanned the sheet then pushed it back over. “Yes, Little Bear, very good. So, what’s next?”
“Reading, of course...” Dot sighed dramatically, which made Dean laugh. She didn’t hate reading as much as she pretended, but according to her classmates, reading was hard, so she went along with their opinion. She had just put away her math sheet when the phone rang and she was ready to stand up and get it.
“No, no, no, homework, Princess. I’ll get it.” Dean stood up and ruffled her hair. “Get your Reading book and start practicing. We’ll read together later, okay?”
“Okay Daddy.” the girl pouted and sat back down.
Dean chuckled and answered the phone, pressing it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jerk,” Sam laughed on the other end. “Guess what?!”
“Hey, Bitch, I guess you and your niece have a secret plan to keep her from doing her homework.” Dean laughed.
“Oh no, you caught on to that didn’t you?” Sam laughed, excitement flooding through his voice. “I did it, Dean. I asked her.”
“You did? Oh God, Sammy, what did she say? She said ‘yes’, didn’t she?” Dean instantly got infected by his brother’s excitement.
“Yes! I mean, of course she did… but I was so scared. Couldn’t even get all the freaking words out and then she was laughing at me and I almost threw up… but she said ‘yes!’ I’m getting married Dean!”
“No way! Lucky you it was only ‘almost’ on the vomiting, or that would have been the story I’d have to tell my future nieces or nephews every time I saw them.”
“Shut up,” Sam laughed and Dean could picture his brother’s face, all teeth and dimples. “I can’t believe it, Dean… Hey! Will you be my best man?”
“Are you kidding? Sammy, of course! Of course I will! I would be your Maid of Honor if you wanted that.” Dean chuckled.
“Wouldn’t want you to show me up by looking prettier than me,” Sam snorted and sighed happily. “I’m getting married. I’m getting freaking married. I don’t even think I need to ask, but Dotty will be our flower girl, right? They still have those, right?”
“Yes, Sam, flower girls are still a thing. Hang on, I’ll get her so you can ask her yourself.” Dean put the phone aside and went to the living room. “Princess? Homework break, your Uncle Sammy needs you on urgent business.”
His little daughter gasped and bolted up from her chair and ran to the phone.
“Yes?” she asked out of breath.
“Hey, Dotty!” Sam said quickly. “So our super, secret mission was a success! Jessica and I are getting married!”
“You are?!” Dot gasped, jumping up and down as she clutched the phone. “Oh my goodness! Jess is going to be so pretty in a white dress!”
“Yes, she will!” Sam agreed. “And so will you… because, I’m hoping, you’ll want to be our flower girl.”
“Ooooh!” she screamed, turning quickly to Dean. “Uncle Sammy wants me to be his flower girl! I can, right?”
“Yes, Little Bear. Of course you can! Uncle Sammy needs the prettiest and most amazing Flower Girl in the whole wide world.” Dean agreed.
“Daddy said I could!” she breathed out, her attention focused back on the phone and her Uncle Sammy. “When is it? Are you getting married soon?”
“We haven’t decided on a date yet,” Sam chuckled, happy that his little niece was excited. “But, once we do? You’ll be the first to know!”
Dean reached for the phone and pressed the speaker option. “You two and your secrets, I want to know what you’re talking about. I think as Best Man I have a right to!”
“Big brothers always want to know everything!” Sam sighed and Dean could practically see him rolling his eyes.
“So do big Daddies!” Dotty agreed, still talking into the phone even though it was on the speaker mode.
Dean laughed and shook his head. “So, did you give Jess a nice ring?”
Sam made a mock offended noise and Dorothy giggled. “Can I tell him, Uncle Sammy?”
“I suppose you can, now that the mission has been completed.”
“Daddy! Uncle Sammy got a ring with three diamonds in it! And I swear it was as big as this!” She held up her hand, linking her thumb and forefinger to show a circle.
“This big?” Dean asked with wide eyes. “Wow! And three diamonds? That must be a very nice ring!”
“Well, as much as I love my big brother judging me over rings,” Sam laughed softly, letting Dean know he was joking. “I have to give up the phone so Jess can call her parents and let them know. Then I suppose I should call ours…”
“Tell Jess I said hi and that I can’t wait to see her in her pretty dress or be her flower girl!” Dotty called out as Dean collected the phone from her to say his goodbye.
Dean undid the speaker mode and told Dorothy that he’d be right with her to finish helping with homework. “Tell Jess we love her, and congratulations. And if you need anything, just call, little brother.”
“You know I will. Love you guys, talk to you soon.”
“Talk to you soon, bro.” Dean smiled and finally hung up the phone.
When Dean walked back into the living room, Dot was back in her seat, leaning over her writing worksheet and concentrating on writing out the simple words three times in their designated rows. Dean leaned over her and watched as she carefully printed out each word, saying each letter as she wrote it and then repeating the word once it was written.
He smiled softly and sat back down next to her. He was glad his work allowed him to be there for his daughter this much and that it was only the two of them, so he didn’t have to look after any other children, but concentrate on her.
“I have two more words!” Dorothy showed Dean her paper, smiling up at him. “I have ten words for writing practice this week, Daddy. Do my letters look okay?”
“Oh, I think they look very nice. Your stick letters are getting much straighter and your circle letters are nice and round,” Dean complimented her, happy to see the accomplished smile on her face.
“Oh, Daddy! I will get another Smiley Face sticker from my teacher!” Dotty grinned, writing the next work slowly, falling back into concentrating on her words. Dean smiled and watched her until she was done and it was time for him to start dinner.
Cas bubbled with excitement and itched to call Dean and tell him the news. He ate dinner, actually taking his time making something instead of ordering out, and sighed when he realized he’d only wasted an hour and a half total. Although he knew he could call Dean whenever, he wanted to wait until Dot was in bed and settled so that they wouldn’t get interrupted.
By the time it hit 9pm, Cas was about ready to explode. He dialed Dean quickly and sank back into the pillows of his bed, phone pressed against his ear.
Dean picked up the phone on the second ring, already grinning as he looked at the caller ID. “Hey Baby! How’re you doing?” he asked, smiling widely.
“Good!” Cas smiled back, closing his eyes as he pictured Dean on the other end. “Better now that I’m talking to you.”
“I love it when you say that,” Dean chuckled. “I have news.” he beamed.
“Oh!” Cas said and cleared his throat. “Okay, go ahead. I have news too, but you first.”
“Wait, you too? Why me first? You go first.” Dean teased.
Cas chuckled and shook his head, “No, no. You go ahead. You said it first so you get to go first. Hit me. What’s your news?”
“Remember when you were here for Dot’s birthday? Sam took Dot on this super-secret mission? Well, guess what? They were buying an engagement ring, and he finally asked Jessica today. Lil’ Sammy’s gonna get married!”
“Really?” Cas’ eyes widened slightly and he smiled. “Good for him! I really, really enjoyed Jess. They seemed really good together. I’m happy for him!”
“He wants me to be his Best Man, and Dot’s gonna be their Flower Girl. That girl’s sooo excited. I bet she’ll be asking me every day now how long until the wedding.” Dean laughed.
“Oh, I’m sure! She’s going to look so grown up in a flower-girl dress,” Cas smiled as he pictured it. “I would love to see that!”
“Oh, you will! I’ll refuse to be Best Man if I can’t bring you! Oh… and he better invite you personally and not have you be my ‘plus one’!” Dean insisted.
Cas grinned, feeling the slight heat rush to his cheeks. “Well, I don’t know… maybe you had another hot date in mind.”
“There’s no hotter date than you.” Dean replied simply.
“God, I love you.”
“You may call me ‘Dean’. And I love you too. So … What’s your news?” Dean prompted.
“Well… I heard back from the hospital in Topeka…” he trailed off, falling silent and smirking when he heard the soft intake of breath on the other end of the line.
“Yes…?” Dean finally coaxed when Cas left him hanging too long.
“They want me to come in for an interview on October 8th!”
“Yessss!! That’s good… that’s great!” Dean beamed. He knew of course that this was nothing final, but it was a huge first step in the right direction. “So … you only gonna fly in for the interview that one day or do I get to have my favorite pillow?”
“Well, I figured I would take two days off. The interview in on Monday, so I’ll have to fly back on Tuesday morning but… I could probably find a reasonable flight out on Friday night after work if someone didn’t mind me taking up space in their home for a long weekend…”
“Yeah, right, they’d totally mind… that’s why they offered to have you move in with them if you got the job.”
“Dean… I don’t want to get my hopes up but… Can you imagine if they actually offered me the job?”
“It will be a super huge step for us, Cas, if you get the job. I’m aware of that, but right now I feel so happy… if I was a kid I’d be jumping up and down on the damned mattress.” Dean laughed.
“I know, Dean, I know,” Cas agreed, biting on his lower lip. “Do you want to know what I would love the most?”
“Tell me.”
“Just thinking about getting to eat dinner every night with you and Dot , waking up on the weekends and watching cartoons with her before breakfast, and falling asleep in your arms every night…”
“I can’t wait for that. I’d love to have dinner ready for you when you come home. I’d love to watch you play with Dotty, to have you fall asleep in my arms.”
“I really hope I get this job,” Cas whispered.
“Me too, Baby.” Dean whispered back.
“So,” Cas dropped his voice lower, trying to hide the amusement in his voice. “What are you wearing?”
“I am not wearing socks. And I am not wearing a shirt.” Dean teased.
“No socks? Dean! You really know how to turn a guy on.” Cas chuckled, smiling as he rolled to his side, pulling one of the pillows closer to his chest.
“I know, right? I’m just so good at this,” Dean chuckled. “So… actually, I’m just sitting here with a towel around my waist, and my hair still slightly wet from the shower I took before you called.”
“You’re pulling my leg,” Cas said, but felt the heat rising in his body as he pictured it.
“Oh, I’d love to, but you’re living too far away…” Dean laughed hoping Castiel would get his joke. “Why would I pull your leg, Cas? I wish you’d already have that job, so you’d be right here and see that I’m telling the truth.”
“I wish I was right there with you too,” Cas agreed and then with a smirk added, “You probably wouldn’t be wearing that towel anymore.”
“Oh! Oh, that’s true. Wait, let me get there.” Dean laid the phone on his bed and removed the towel, then sat back against the headboard more comfortably and pressed the phone to his ear again. “So, what are you wearing?”
“Jesus,” Cas replied, rolling back onto his back. “I’m wearing my sleep pants… nothing else.”
“If you were here and it was the night after your first day on the new job, I’d have you wear some doctor outfit and wait for you to examine me,” Dean husked.
Cas chuckled once, “Well, it would be good for me to only play Doctor... Not sure I could survive doing the real thing. But… Yeah, I wouldn’t mind doing that at all.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll start shopping for that set of scrubs now, you know, just in case...”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Cas smirked feeling his body respond to thinking about Dean spread out before him, completely willing and pliant to his touch.
“Isn’t it warm in your sleep pants?” Dean asked.
“So concerned for my well-being…” Cas answered, but shifted his hips to allow himself to shimmy out of the pants. “But I will admit, feels much cooler without them…”
Dean licked his lips at the thought. “Yeah … being a dad does make you incredibly concerned for everyone’s well-being.”
“Well, how about we focus on your well-being? Wish I was there so I could take care of you…”
“Oh, yeah, take care of my well-being. You’ll be here soon … at least for the interview...” Dean sighed low.
“As much as I can’t wait to see Dotty… I think one of those nights she should see her Uncle Bobby… Then I can show you just how well I can take care of you.”
“She’ll hate us, but I have to agree.”
“Dean… what I wouldn’t give to be able to touch you right now…”
Dean sighed. “Same here, Cas. Miss you. You know … I might just not tell her you’re coming and have her sleep at Bobby’s that Friday night, and then you can be a big surprise when we go to pick her up on Saturday. I just really can’t wait to touch you.”
“Us… surprising her in the morning… I think that sounds like a great idea...” Cas smiled and reached over to flick off the table lamp. “What would you do to me if I was there with you?
“I -” Dean licked his lips thinking, dreaming, “I’d probably start undressing you at the front door. Kissing you, battling with our tongues hungrily. You’d probably still be wearing your office clothes, right? So I’d take my time with the buttons.”
“Mmm,” Cas responded, letting his fingertips ghost down his chest as he imagined Dean’s would. “Then what?”
“Then I’d slip the shirt off your shoulders tracing over all the freed skin with my fingertips. Probably would kiss down along your chest to get on my knees. Since we’d have the house to ourselves …” Dean trailed off, his fingers wandering over his thigh smoothly. “Yeah, haven’t done that for a while, I’d suck you down right there, right behind the front door.”
“Oh fuck,” Cas murmured, hand trailing down his treasure trail to find himself already hard at Dean’s words. “God, and you’d look so fucking hot like that too, Dean… Pressing me back against the door, my hands tangled in your hair…”
Dean exhaled slowly. “Damn, Cas, I’d tease you with my tongue until you couldn’t take it and you’d just go ahead and fuck my mouth.” Dean moaned, squeezing his thigh to keep himself from touching his hardness just yet.
Cas groaned, brushing his fingers against his length, shivering at the touch. “Fuck, yeah…” he whispered, swallowing hard. “You have such a pretty mouth too, Dean… And I would do it, I would fuck your mouth until I was almost there… but I wouldn’t want to finish, not like that, not that soon. I’d get you back on your feet and return the favor first… get you just as hard, just as wanting…”
Dean let his thumb brush just along the base, breathing deeply. “Oh … oh you would? and what would you do when you had me there?”
“I would undress you slowly, run my hands down your thighs. Then I would tease you, slowly pressing my fingers inside of you as I sucked you down, nice and slow.” Cas’ voice was low and he let his hand trail over his swollen flesh, biting back the soft moan from escaping.
“Oh fuck,” Dean moaned and slid down the headboard to finally lie down.
“Would you like that Dean? Me working my fingers inside of you, my mouth around you?” Cas whispered, stroking himself and smiling at the sound that came from Dean’s throat on the other end.
“God, Cas, you know I would.” Dean rolled onto his side and retrieved the lube from his nightstand.
Cas heard the unmistakable clicking sound of a cap and groaned. “Dean… Fuck, I wish it was my hand on you right now.”
“Yeah .. want it to be yours so much.” Dean replied biting his bottom lip.
“I would be touching you all over, Dean… Love the way you feel beneath me, the way your skin feels, the noises you make when I touch you… ”
Dean put his feet flat on the bed and reached his lubed fingers between his legs. “Your hands, they’re so soft, not rough like mine,” Dean moaned.
“Christ, Dean, the fucking sounds you make…” Cas groaned, twisting his wrist around himself. “What are you doing right now? Are you touching yourself too, wishing it was me?”
“Yes… I am. I wish it was your finger going inside me right now.” Dean gasped at the light pain from first penetration.
“Oh fuck, Dean…” Cas groaned, the sounds Dean was making sending shivers down his spine and had his body twitching in response. He tightened his grip, moving his own hand faster and groaned again. “Want that too… Would open you up nice and slow, kiss you all over, make you practically beg for it, beg for me.”
"Cas!" Dean groaned, his boyfriend's words and noises causing him to shudder with the desperate wish for the real thing. He moved his finger deeper, and squeezed his eyes shut. "Yes, Cas, make me beg for your dick."
“Dean,” Cas moaned, rolling his hips up, fucking his fist. “Come on, Dean… You know you want it, have me moving inside of you, fucking that tight ass of yours until you can barely breathe. Want you so bad, Dean, I can almost taste it.”
Dean could barely breathe, he whimpered at Cas's teasing words. He added another finger. "Cas, God, Cas, you know I do. Yes, I want you so bad."
“Come on, Dean,” Cas whispered, voice cracking as he jacked himself faster. “So close, Dean… so close thinking about being inside of you… You close too, baby?”
Dean moved so he could rub his fingers over his prostate, a barely contained whine leaving his mouth. "I - I wish I could feel you - come inside me," he gasped "I ... Yes." He took the phone from his ear and laid it on the pillow beside him and changed to speaker mode. The now free hand wrapped around his hard length while the other hand kept thrusting. "So close! Cas, need you. Need you so bad."
“Dean,” Cas panted, screwing his eyes shut as he twisted his wrist, changing the pressure of his hand. He moaned, losing himself into the soft noises coming from the other end of the phone, knowing Dean was on the other end, touching himself, thinking of Cas while he did it. His entire body was trembling, and he moaned Dean’s name again. “Come with me, Dean…”
Dean was panting now, using both his hands on himself, wishing badly it was Cas touching him. "Yes…" he whispered hoarsely at Cas's request.
Cas’s breath hitched and he tightened his grip, feeling the white-hot heat spreading through his lower body. “Dean…” Cas groaned his name once before coming with a cry and spilling all over his stomach and hand.
Dean bit his lower lip hard to rein in his moan as he heard the unmistakable sound of Cas coming on the other end of the call. It sent him over the edge as well.
When Cas’s high eased down, he laid there, panting softly and listening to Dean’s uneven breathing as well. He smiled, leaning his ear to the phone. “Even though I wish I was there,” he started, exhaling slowly. “That was pretty good.”
"Yeah. Not as good as the real thing, but good." Dean replied, chuckling appreciatively and rolling onto his side.
Cas smiled and gave himself another minute to calm his breathing and his racing heart before he slipped off of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. When he slipped back under the covers, he could hear Dean’s breathing had slowed down as well and could tell the other man was only minutes away from sleep.
“I love you, Dean,” he whispered, drawing the covers up over his shoulder. “Sleep well, okay?”
"I love you too, Cas. Sleep well. Can't wait for October to get here..." Dean's voice was already slurred with approaching sleep, but he still had to make himself get up, clean himself up and climb into pajama pants, thinking of Dot.
“Me too, Dean,” Cas answered and smiled once more into the phone. “Night.” Dean echoed his goodnight and they hung up the phone. Cas plugged it into the charger, letting the phone rest on the pillow beside him-- his way of ‘sleeping with Dean’-- and closed his eyes. October couldn’t come fast enough.