Always with you - Epilogue
Title: Always with you
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural AU/Romance
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Chuck/Becky, Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 46400
Warnings: some angst, mentions of violence, implied character death (disappearance)
Previous chapter: Chapter 12
Epilogue - (Baby, you're a) Firework
“Rise and shine, Dean!” Castiel beamed at his still halfway asleep lover, repeatedly poking Dean’s shoulder like an overexcited child.
“I’m already shining just fine …” Dean mumbled as he pulled the sheets over his head. “I hate it that you’re always this cheery in the morning,” he added as an afterthought, and shifted to bury his head even further into his pillow. Castiel slipped his hand under the sheet, and began caressing Dean’s bare back, fingertips following the curve of his spine. At first Dean muttered something that sounded an awful lot like ‘leave me alone’, but soon he melted under his lover’s gentle touch, and after a few minutes he was purring like a satisfied cat, body arching up to meet the caresses. Castiel continued drawing invisible, intricate patterns onto Dean’s skin, and his ministrations were soon pulling breathy moans from Dean’s throat.
“Keep going,” Dean hissed when Castiel’s fingers started working at the knotted muscles of his shoulders, his initial gruffness apparently forgotten.
“Bossy much?” Castiel grinned, but he did as he was asked to. Though he’d never said it out loud, he loved the effect his touch seemed to have on Dean, even after more than two years. The happy noises Dean was making were starting to get Castiel hot and bothered, so when Dean rolled over onto his back, the thin white sheet barely covering his half-hard cock, he knew that they won’t get out of bed any time soon. Before he knew what was going on, his hand was on Dean’s erection, jerking him off slowly, but firmly. It was hot and dirty, and Dean’s pants were getting louder with every sensual stroke.
“Dean. I want to be inside you, baby. Can I?” Castiel asked almost inaudibly, and Dean nodded, spreading his legs immediately. Castiel’s breath hitched at the gesture, and he positioned himself between Dean’s legs, fingers reaching out eagerly for his lover’s most hidden spot. They’d spent most of the previous night making love, so Castiel didn’t have to waste too much time on preparing Dean. Soon they were joined in the most intimate way possible, their movements frantic and possessive, kissing, touching, grabbing, marking, teasing, biting, licking… It was messy, but it felt amazing, and neither of them managed to last particularly long.
“I love you,” Dean said, hands buried deep into Castiel’s hair, stroking the wet dark locks.
“You know that was the first time ever you said that before me, right?” Castiel asked, right hand splayed lazily over Dean’s heart, fingers tapping in rhythm with its beat.
“I don’t know. Was it?” The grin on Dean’s face was meant to be innocent, but they both knew it was just an act.
“Yes, it was,” Castiel nodded, and he lifted his head. “This is not exactly how I wanted to do it, but this is a history book-worthy moment, so…” he began, and pulled something out of the bedside drawer. Dean’s eyes went as wide as saucers when he noticed the tiny, blue phone booth-shaped box in Castiel’s hand.
“Is it bigger on the inside?” he tried to joke, but it fell flat, making it obvious that this wasn’t the moment for jokes. Castiel opened the box, and there was a thin, platinum ring in it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Dean stopped him. “Before you say anything, let me just get something, okay?” Castiel nodded, and then he mimicked Dean’s reaction to the jewelry box. Dangling from Dean’s fingers there was a little, blue velvet bag, and it didn’t take too much to figure out what was in it. For seconds they just stared at each other incredulously, until Dean started chuckling lightly.
“At least I don’t have to ask then, I guess,” Castiel said with a wide smile.
“Yeah. That’s a huge relief, because I couldn’t figure out a way to do this without sounding like a total sap.”
“C’mon, Dean. You are actually a sap, so why do you try to hide that?” Castiel teased, and received a glare as an answer.
“Call me a sap again, and you can wait till Judgment Day for the next breakfast in bed, made by me.” Dean grinned, and he reached out to take Castiel’s hand into his. “I hope the size is right. I wouldn’t want to exchange this one,” he muttered as he opened the small bag, fishing the ring out. It was a simple white gold ring, but with two tiny angel wings engraved into it. Dean took Castiel’s left hand, and pushed the ring onto his finger with a bright smile. It fit perfectly, and it looked great on Castiel’s long finger.
“I love it,” Castiel whispered as he took a closer look at the jewel, and kissed Dean passionately on the lips. “Come on, let’s see if yours fits too,” he continued as they parted, and without waiting for Dean’s answer, he put the ring onto his lover’s finger.
“It’s perfect,” Dean nodded, and he lifted his hand to stare at the engagement ring gracing it. “Cas, just tell me one thing. How exactly did you manage to make me do something as chick-flicky as proposing to you?” he grinned.
“Technically, you didn’t propose. I did. But it’s okay, I’m happy anyway,” Castiel said with a small shrug, and he claimed his fiancé’s lips in a hungry kiss.
- the end -
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural AU/Romance
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Chuck/Becky, Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 46400
Warnings: some angst, mentions of violence, implied character death (disappearance)
Previous chapter: Chapter 12
Epilogue - (Baby, you're a) Firework
“Rise and shine, Dean!” Castiel beamed at his still halfway asleep lover, repeatedly poking Dean’s shoulder like an overexcited child.
“I’m already shining just fine …” Dean mumbled as he pulled the sheets over his head. “I hate it that you’re always this cheery in the morning,” he added as an afterthought, and shifted to bury his head even further into his pillow. Castiel slipped his hand under the sheet, and began caressing Dean’s bare back, fingertips following the curve of his spine. At first Dean muttered something that sounded an awful lot like ‘leave me alone’, but soon he melted under his lover’s gentle touch, and after a few minutes he was purring like a satisfied cat, body arching up to meet the caresses. Castiel continued drawing invisible, intricate patterns onto Dean’s skin, and his ministrations were soon pulling breathy moans from Dean’s throat.
“Keep going,” Dean hissed when Castiel’s fingers started working at the knotted muscles of his shoulders, his initial gruffness apparently forgotten.
“Bossy much?” Castiel grinned, but he did as he was asked to. Though he’d never said it out loud, he loved the effect his touch seemed to have on Dean, even after more than two years. The happy noises Dean was making were starting to get Castiel hot and bothered, so when Dean rolled over onto his back, the thin white sheet barely covering his half-hard cock, he knew that they won’t get out of bed any time soon. Before he knew what was going on, his hand was on Dean’s erection, jerking him off slowly, but firmly. It was hot and dirty, and Dean’s pants were getting louder with every sensual stroke.
“Dean. I want to be inside you, baby. Can I?” Castiel asked almost inaudibly, and Dean nodded, spreading his legs immediately. Castiel’s breath hitched at the gesture, and he positioned himself between Dean’s legs, fingers reaching out eagerly for his lover’s most hidden spot. They’d spent most of the previous night making love, so Castiel didn’t have to waste too much time on preparing Dean. Soon they were joined in the most intimate way possible, their movements frantic and possessive, kissing, touching, grabbing, marking, teasing, biting, licking… It was messy, but it felt amazing, and neither of them managed to last particularly long.
“I love you,” Dean said, hands buried deep into Castiel’s hair, stroking the wet dark locks.
“You know that was the first time ever you said that before me, right?” Castiel asked, right hand splayed lazily over Dean’s heart, fingers tapping in rhythm with its beat.
“I don’t know. Was it?” The grin on Dean’s face was meant to be innocent, but they both knew it was just an act.
“Yes, it was,” Castiel nodded, and he lifted his head. “This is not exactly how I wanted to do it, but this is a history book-worthy moment, so…” he began, and pulled something out of the bedside drawer. Dean’s eyes went as wide as saucers when he noticed the tiny, blue phone booth-shaped box in Castiel’s hand.
“Is it bigger on the inside?” he tried to joke, but it fell flat, making it obvious that this wasn’t the moment for jokes. Castiel opened the box, and there was a thin, platinum ring in it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Dean stopped him. “Before you say anything, let me just get something, okay?” Castiel nodded, and then he mimicked Dean’s reaction to the jewelry box. Dangling from Dean’s fingers there was a little, blue velvet bag, and it didn’t take too much to figure out what was in it. For seconds they just stared at each other incredulously, until Dean started chuckling lightly.
“At least I don’t have to ask then, I guess,” Castiel said with a wide smile.
“Yeah. That’s a huge relief, because I couldn’t figure out a way to do this without sounding like a total sap.”
“C’mon, Dean. You are actually a sap, so why do you try to hide that?” Castiel teased, and received a glare as an answer.
“Call me a sap again, and you can wait till Judgment Day for the next breakfast in bed, made by me.” Dean grinned, and he reached out to take Castiel’s hand into his. “I hope the size is right. I wouldn’t want to exchange this one,” he muttered as he opened the small bag, fishing the ring out. It was a simple white gold ring, but with two tiny angel wings engraved into it. Dean took Castiel’s left hand, and pushed the ring onto his finger with a bright smile. It fit perfectly, and it looked great on Castiel’s long finger.
“I love it,” Castiel whispered as he took a closer look at the jewel, and kissed Dean passionately on the lips. “Come on, let’s see if yours fits too,” he continued as they parted, and without waiting for Dean’s answer, he put the ring onto his lover’s finger.
“It’s perfect,” Dean nodded, and he lifted his hand to stare at the engagement ring gracing it. “Cas, just tell me one thing. How exactly did you manage to make me do something as chick-flicky as proposing to you?” he grinned.
“Technically, you didn’t propose. I did. But it’s okay, I’m happy anyway,” Castiel said with a small shrug, and he claimed his fiancé’s lips in a hungry kiss.
- the end -