Headline Perspectives 3/3
As the sun rose over the country, the Morning Show with the Harvelles started. They were, yet again, forced to attempt some sort of control as they reported about their friend. Like usual, Jo started the news.
"Good Morning and Welcome to the Morning show With the Harvelles, I'm Jo Harvelle,"
"and I'm Ellen Harvelle,"
"and we are bringing the latest headlines. In breaking news today, our fellow reporter, Castiel Novak, was attacked in his home Friday night. It has been confirmed that it was the same man who killed Dean Winchester's best friend and parents. His name was Alexander Zazel, who allegedly fell in love with Winchester's mother, and when she rejected him, he swore to destroy the happiness of the child she was pregnant with. This has been confirmed through journal entries found in the home, as well as plans and ideas of how to start attacking the younger brother, Samuel. Dean was in his shared apartment with Castiel when he heard Novak struggling under Zazel's attack. Dean shot Zazel with his father's registered Colt Riffle three times, killing him at the scene."
Ellen Picked up from there,
"And no words on the mental state from either of the roommates. We haven't seen or heard from them since Winchester gave his statement to the police. They are fine and safe, but are not doing interviews or any sort of press conferences at this time. Many people are thinking that they are avoiding the outside world to help Mr. Winchester cope with the news of his parent's killer and why he was the target."
Jo, with no indication of distress except for a shaking coffee mug, looked directly in the camera.
"Quite a sad story indeed. I hope they are alright."
And they were, all right, that is. It may help to go back to the Friday where Castiel was left worrying, leaning back against the kitchen counter and praying Dean would be okay. He didn't want to go back into his room, knowing there were probably bloodstains from both him and his assailant on the carpet. The kitchen and living room area made him feel exposed. His paranoia started to kick in.
Castiel was not a 'baby' as some would call him. Being a victim of an attack leaves both invisible and visible wounds. He was alone and at the same time felt like there were a million invisible monsters with him, just watching. Cas decided to do the only sane possibility and go into Dean's room to wait.
Cas was anxious about entering his room as well, but as soon as Cas stepped inside, He couldn't leave. It was warm and smelled like Dean. Cas didn't know why, but he put himself under Dean's covers, clutching his phone, hoping Dean would call him.
He didn't, and while Cas managed to dose off into a sort of half-sleep, buried under Dean's covers, he was never truly sleeping.
"Cas?," Cas flung himself from the bed, standing up, balling his hands into fists, trying not to scream. All of that fear turned to a nearly painful relief at the sight of Dean who's face was illuminated by the patch of moonlight shining through the window.
"Dean." Cas said, and before he could help himself, he was burying his nose deep into the crevice of Dean's collarbone. Dean tensed, but then started shaking.
"It's okay, Cas. He's gone now. He's gone." Dean sounded as overwhelmed as Cas felt and Cas just nuzzled himself further into Dean. Dean also gripped him tighter. Cas actually sensed the tension rolling off him in waves. He finally managed to pull away.
He looked into Dean's eyes, which were even more breathtaking under the moonlight. Dean was looking right back at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I can go in my own room if you- hummff!"
Cas gasped at the instant shock of Dean kissing him. Dean, liked him back? Dean kissed him? Dean? Kiss? Dean.. Was kissing.. Castiel. It took cas a minute in a state of pure shock mixed in with bliss to realize what was actually happening, and by that point Dean had pulled away with a terrified look on his face.
"Look... I'm sorry man. I don-"
And Cas simply couldn't hold back anymore. Dean let out a low, beautiful moan and it was all too much. Cas slammed his lips against Dean's with no mercy and Dean crumpled around him, his body forming around Castiel's like it belonged there. Cas couldn't see straight. He couldn't tell what way was up or down and he didn't care because it was all Dean. Dean and his beautiful moaning. Dean and the way he grasped at Cas's t-shirt for dear life. Dean and his whines and cries. Dean and the way his shiver could be felt from the tip of Cas's toes to his scalp when Cas snuck his tongue in his mouth.
Dean bucked his hips deliciously as Cas glided over the roof of Dean's mouth with his tongue, feeling everything he thought he would never be able to feel. It couldn't be a dream, because Cas felt hot and primal, and he could feel sweat coat his skin and blood pump rapidly though him, making a whooshing sound in his ears. He let his hands glide over Dean's head, pulling him in closer by grabbing his hair. He slid his hands down Dean's back, feeling shivers crawl up his own spine knowing that he could finally just feel the man he loved, cherish him, listen to him moan and whine and not even be having sex... Yet. Cas knew he was taking a bold move by grabbing the cheeks of Dean's ass. Dean pulled away and let out a broken gasp.
"What do you want Dean?" Cas asked, voice deep with need and desperation. He couldn't hide it if he tried.
"oh god.. Fuck me Cas... Please. I've wanted- so long."
Cas could feel a surge of heat and feeling and more desire at the thought of Dean wanting him. For a long time. He walked Dean to the bed, breathing in his air. He pressed his forehead gently to Dean's as they tumbled on the bed. Dean immediately stripped Cas of his night shirt, and Cas relished at the way Dean leaned up and gave Cas a friendly kiss right above the collarbone. Cas reached his hands under Dean's shirt, cherishing every little muscle within the man. He was all too beautiful. It was Cas's turn to moan when Dean tickled at a spot below Cas's shoulder blade. Dean gave a small chuckle, finding a sensitive spot. Cas tore Dean's shirt off with a careful delicacy. They were both breathing hard and all that could be heard were shallow breaths and loud whines and moans.
The moans turned into shouts as Cas grabbed Dean's bulge and tore the pants and boxer's off. Cas would have taken it slow, maybe have even made Dean beg, but he just wanted too much at that point. He had to take it. He swirled his tongue around the head of Dean's cock, allowing him to moan in ecstasy above him and grab at Cas's hair. Cas guided Dean's cock into his mouth and bobbed and sucked all that he could. Dean was writhing at that point, petting Cas's hair.
"Oh, god, Cas! Cas! Cas! I won't last like this!"
Cas, lust fueled and beyond the point of pure happiness and love, released him and nudged at Dean's neck. He sucked gently at Dean's ear lobe and loved the way he cried out.
"Do you have any-" and Dean was already fumbling, Cas moaned a bit as Dean wriggled out of Cas's grasp and opened the bedside table drawer.
"I wasn't expecting I just-"
"ssshhh." Cas shushed him gently, in no mood for words. Dean shut up with a little whine as Castiel popped open a bottle of lube.
"You don't have any condoms. Are you clean?"
"Yeah.. yeah.. Sam made me get tested. You?"
"Yes. M-mandatory."
Cas lubed up his finger before gently prodding at Dean's hole and sliding a finger in. He was impossibly tight and Dean let out a breathless gasp as Cas wriggled his finger around, moving it gently in Dean's tight channel. It occurred to Cas that Dean may be so tight because he'd never been fucked before.
"Dean, have you been fucked before?,"
"N-nohgod Cas, more, please."
Cas shivered. Of course he'd never deny Dean anything. He added a second finger carefully, and before he knew it Dean was fucking back on his fingers. His moan had became a continuous little babble. Cas felt himself shaking with tension, scissoring his fingers slightly. He added a third finger with little resistance and Dean shuddered in pleasure. Cas kissed him gently.
"You are so beautiful, Dean. So special to me."
Dean's eyes focused on his and he gave a smile that looked upon Cas with so much tender affection that Cas couldn't resist giving Dean a kiss on the forehead before returning to stretching him.
"Cas, please, please, Cas, I need you."
Cas nodded desperately, unable to control himself. He quickly positioned himself against Dean's hole, relishing in how gone Dean was, his eyes wee closed and he was panting, mouthing Cas's name with every breath. Cas entered him slowly. He was still extremely tight, but Dean just opened his eyes and let out a pleasured gasp. Cas slid in until he was hilted inside Dean. Dean's legs were fully wrapped around Cas's hips. He didn't know how long he could take being still, looking down at Dean and all his beauty. Cas leaned down and clutched Dean's head in his hands and pressed their foreheads together, feeling Dean shake. Cas felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man he was pressed up against and an overwhelming desire to take, to move, so when Dean gave a broken little whisper,
"oh god, Cas move."
And Cas found himself lost in the sounds of skin on skin and Dean's breathless cries. He knew he found the right spot when Dean howled and clenched around him. Cas kissed gently on his collarbone and couldn't help but move faster, hitting Dean's prostate with every thrust, losing himself in the way Dean clenched around him. He was getting close, and Dean seemed to be on the edge as well. He was stroking himself, howling Cas's name. Cas leaned up and licked at Dean's ear lobe,
"Oh, god' Cas!"
Dean's hands dug into Cas's shoulder blades, bringing him in closer. His eyes were closed.
"Open your eyes Dean."
Dean opened him and all it took was for Cas to pull roughly at his hair and kiss him while thrusting hard into his beautiful lean body for Dean to come with a cry of Cas's full name,
"CASTIEL!," And that sent Cas tumbling over the edge with him, coming in Dean's ass with a moan of Dean's name on his lips. He pulled out gently before collapsing next to Dean, who was staring blankly at the ceiling.
Cas nested himself on Dean's chest, Listening to the steady beat of his heart. Dean kissed the top of Cas's head. Cas almost started crying. He had so much fear and so much pain that him and Dean would never happen in the way he wanted and yet, hear he was, being stroked and appreciated and kissed by the man he loved.
They got clean in a wordless hustle. They just kissed each-other and settled in to go to bed, wrapped in each-other's arms.
Cas woke up the next morning in a happy fog, blissfully remembering the night before. He leaned in to give Dean a kiss good-morning and felt panic at not seeing him by his side. That panic faded with the smell of bacon and the sweet whistling of some old classic rock song. He got out of bed, scratching his sexed mused hair, and went to see what Dean was doing.
He was standing there, giving Cas a large grin, cooking breakfast. Shirtless. Castiel felt as if maybe he had died and gone to heaven.
They spent the morning in a blur of kisses, showered together, got dressed, debated on who was going to move into who's room. They decided on Cas's, and Dean cleaned up. They were still pretty shaken about what had happened the night before, and as more evidence came out, their first few days as a couple were spent cuddling and pie making and watching re-runs then they were anything else. They didn't want to face the press or leave the apartment, and when they did, they were attacked like sharks for news and reports. Cas relished in coming home from work every day and jumping into the arms of who seemed to be the man of his dreams.
Castiel and Dean went to Greece together to help with clean up and saving people. They ended up getting caught on camera and they honestly could care less.
Their life after the night of the attack was not perfect, but they were both so happy with each-other so they found it hard to be too pessimistic. Dean and Cas did a lot together after that and Cas never fell out of love for him. They went to Sam's wedding. They went on a road trip in Dean's impala. Their sex life never dulled. It was probably not good for work, but it was great for home. They rarely fought. They both had enough conflict in their lives outside of their relationship to bother. They cuddled at night and sometimes Dean would be an ass in his sleep and roll on top of Castiel until he couldn't breathe. Dean would just nuzzle his nose into Castiel's shoulder. Castiel had never thought a love like the one he had with Dean would be possible, but soon enough Dean worked his way into every facet of Castiel's life. Sure, Cas would take walks alone or do something with his brother for a while, but it all circulated back to Dean. Dean was not his world, but he was why his world was spinning and he became the reason for Castiel's happiness.
Castiel always knew he could spend the rest of his life with Dean, so when Dean got down on his knees in the sanctuary of their apartment, bore his eyes into Castiel's and said,
"Marry Me, Cas. I love you more than fucking breathing and I can't see a future without you and your dorky self."
Castiel still clasped a hand to his mouth, joined Dean on the floor,
"Of course you ding-bat,"
Dean's delighted chuckles turned into a moan of pleasure as Cas kissed him desperately and if the night finished with Dean and Cas screaming each other's name… It was nothing out of the ordinary.
6 Months Later
Casual viewers could even see a change in Castiel in the months he was with Dean. Many people reported that he was happier and more relaxed. Some said he became "annoyingly unprofessional". Cas still had the highest ratings of any of his fellow reporters.
Castiel looked especially handsome on his birthday. His boyfriend and co-workers forced him into a party hat before the show started. Casual viewers didn't know that, they just saw a man in a party hat.
"Good evening and welcome to Headline Perspectives with Castiel Winchester with real news in real time. I apologize for the hat.. it is my birthday."
Quirkiness is a huge reason why so many people loved Castiel Winchester.
When Cas finished with the show, his crew all wished him a happy birthday. He smiled at them sweetly, but he was honestly on edge. Dean had whispered some heavy promises in his ear the night before about some birthday sex and Cas just wanted to get home.
"See you tomorrow Mr. Winchester!," Becky said, giving him a wink. Cas just smiled and walked out the door, loosening his bow tie. He smiled eagerly as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Dean changed his contact in Castiel's phone and it made Cas smirk every time he looked at it. He didn't have the heart to change it back.
The Sex God: Remind me again why we got this abomination of a dog.
Castiel's name in Dean's phone wasn't exactly modest either. Dean changed that one too.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: Just feed him his food, Dean.
The Sex God: And Imma feed you your food babe. I made your favorite.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: Wait, Dean- you didn't!
The Sex God: That's right, angel. Carrot Cake. Not a pie in sight. The things I do for love.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: oh god, now I see why I married you.
Cas waited for an answer and got in the Cab, ignoring the look of recognition on the cabbie's face.
The Sex God: screw you i'm awesome.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: You can screw me later.
The Sex God: if that's what you want. It's your birthday. I meant it….. you can do whatever you want to me babe. I'm all yours.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: You're always mine.
The Sex God: Touché
The Sex God: But you're mine too, angel. Don't you forget it.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: Fuck you.
The Sex God: That's the general idea.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: No, dumbass. I just got so fucking hard. I'm in a cab.
The Sex God: ;) I bet you look good like that too. Probably all panicked and awkward. Even like that you're beautiful.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: Stop
The Sex God: That's not what you told me last night.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: I hate you.
The Sex God: You Love me.
My Kinky Angel Face husband: Touché
The Sex God: where are youuuuu
My Kinky Angel Face husband: Patience, Grasshopper.
The Sex God: It's just hard to wait for someone as pretty as you ;)
Castiel had to stifle a laugh at the next text that he received, reflecting back on the inside joke.
The Sex God: Just come home soon. Seriously, babe, I love you but I'm dyeing of blue balls. Oh, and P.S, That Totally was a Come on.
Author's Final Notes
It annoys me when writers never tell you, so I'd like to say this-
There will be no sequel or prequel but... I will do four timestamps.
I want you guys to decide on the fourth the options are
-Birthday Sex when Cas comes home (Deans POV? Cas's POV?)
- Cas brings home a stray puppy
- Dean talks to sam on the phone about being in love with Cas
-They confess their love for eachother for the first time
-Dean buys wedding rings with sam.
-The Actual Wedding.
Also... In one other announcement. I am always challenging myself with POVs so On June 1st I will have the
"Fuck yeah I'm out of school and have nothing better to do than to write one of my stories in a different POV" I will post the guidelines for voting later... if you want. I'll probably get like two votes but I can still try.
Anyways, Besides that. I hope you enjoyed it. If like it, I'm going to shameless promote myself here and Say tell your friends(tumblr followers most likely)! I always love having fresh eyes on my work. If any of my stuff gets over 100 kudos, I'm going to go back and edit the shit out of it just because It got a lot of attention. In the mean time if you saw any mistakes or even want to edit this yourself, feel free to Message me and (kindly please) ask me for permission to edit. Thanks for reading!
THE END