Dean/Cas April Twitfic: Future!Fic
This one turned out so big that I think it needs its own post. : X
4/22 (Thurs) - Future!Fic
They're headed to drop Cas off at the office after breakfast at the diner one Thursday, and Dean's got the Impala's radio turned to the news for once, since he's fallen behind this week. The windows are down, and Dean's settled into his routine of enjoying the breeze while Cas enjoys the scenery when the current story has Dean sitting up a bit straighter and reflexively shooting his eyes to the radio.
...and yesterday, in what some considered a surprise ruling, the Missouri Supreme Court repealed the constitutional ban on same-sex marriage. Though many of the ban's supporters are still vocal in their opposition of the decision, the ruling was decisive and its effects immediate. Today, city offices across the state are scrambling to... Dean kind of tunes the rest out at that point. His mind seems to be trying to go into overdrive and remain impossibly blank at the same time.
Cas looks pensive, staring absently at the glove box.
Once Dean’s mind has apparently settled on a decision without his consent, holding the words in becomes impossible. "You know, it's been a while now..." And he's really no good at this.
He still gets an understanding nod in response, though. "Five years in July."
Oh, man. He cannot do sappy. Deflection. Deflection is good. "Uh, and there are some pretty substantial tax benefits tied to, um…”
Cas knows him well enough to not be put off. He follows Dean’s lead with a quirk of his lips. "They would finally let me put you on my insurance."
They stare at each other, Dean’s eyes back flicking to the road only as often as absolutely necessary.
Jesus. He must be nuts. "Whataya say, Cas--wanna get married?"
Cas' smile widens a little more, just enough to show teeth. "Sure, Dean." Dean exhales.
It's not the most romantic proposal by any stretch of the imagination, but it's them.
Though Dean figures they’d bask in the moment a bit, Cas keeps right on talking. "I have not used any of my vacation time this year, and I still have many sick days remaining. Despite the short notice, I believe Dr. Nelsen will let me take the day off without any trouble." Heh. The guy’d be an ass to deny Cas anything at this point--Cas had made an effort to always show up a few minutes early, and he seemed to look at his current work (the study and translation of ancient texts) with the same sense of duty he’d demonstrated when Dean had first met him; no illness had kept him away from the office yet, and his sick days only found use on the rare occasion one of their weekend hunts ran long.
Waitaminute. "What, today?" Cas just shrugs, and Dean sometimes thinks he can still pick up a small hint of something not-quite-natural about the motion even after all this time.
Dean runs it through his mind. "Yeah, I could probably get Larry to let me off, too." It's not like Thursdays at the garage are particularly busy. "Hell, why not?"
He smiles and turns the car around.
-----
After picking up a few documents--some forged, some not--from the apartment (Cas had taken care of that while Dean thoughtfully traded his garage wear out for a not-too-formal button-up shirt and slacks), making some quick calls to employers, and driving over to City Hall, waiting to be supplied with the right paperwork and filling it out hadn’t taken all that long. Waiting for an available judge to officiate is taking a bit longer. Despite Independence being a relatively small city, they share the sitting area outside the judge’s office with a few other couples obviously there for the same reason.
"Sammy'll throw the mother of all hissy fits when he finds out we did it without telling him, but hell, we can have a party later or something."
Cas nods agreeably. "Something simple but tasteful. Sam would probably be willing to help with the organizing, I think."
Dean smiles. Yeah, he'd probably get into the frilly crap, and Cas could probably use the assistance; Dean's under no delusions that he'd be much help with that kind of stuff. He gets the feeling he might have to step in to keep it from getting too overboard, though--just because he's getting married (and that still sounds all kinds of weird but not bad weird, really) doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation to maintain.
The secretary calls their names, and they get encouraging smiles from the pair sitting closest to them as they stand. Cas gives a polite smile back and Dean gives a mildly awkward little wave.
Dean tells himself feeling jittery over something like this is stupid considering his weekend hobby/former occupation, but the thought becomes irrelevant when Cas’ eyes catch his. He exhales deeply and reaches for the door handle.
-----
As they leave the judge’s office, license signed and sealed and placed in the folder Dean holds maybe a little too tight to his chest, Cas pulls their camera out of his jacket pocket. At Dean’s inquisitive look, Cas informs him: “I picked it up when we stopped by the house. I figured it would be nice to have a small thing to commemorate the day.” Dean can agree with that; he’s glad one of them thought to grab it.
Cas approaches the pair that had smiled at them earlier and taps one of them on the shoulder. “Excuse me, would you mind taking a picture for us?”
The man nods easily with a grin and stands. “No problem!” He offers quick congratulations as he accepts the camera from Cas’ hands.
Dean puts his arm around Cas’ shoulders, turns his head forward, and gets ready to smile at the camera, but Cas’ hand finds his jaw and slowly turns his head right back, his intentions clear. Dean tenses, but only for an instant. PDA really aren’t his thing, but today he can definitely make an exception.
-----
Dean’s relieved to not be pressured to tack some gaudy “Just married” sign on the back of his baby--another reason to be thankful Sam’s inclusion is waiting until the later-party-thing, really. The silence is content and easy as they make their way back to the car and get in. This day’s been way over Dean’s chick-flick quotient, and it’s not done yet, but he still doesn’t even think of denying Cas when his hand reaches for Dean’s on the drive home.
They reach the apartment, and Dean can’t quite resist pausing in front of the door to jokingly offer to carry Cas over the threshold. When he just receives a questioning look in return, he figures that’s another gap in Cas’ cultural education. Oh, well. He gently pushes him backwards through the doorway as he kisses him instead. The door latches behind them, and they find fitting ways to fill the rest of the afternoon and evening.
-----
The next day, Dean scans the marriage license and e-mails it to Sammy along with the photo, sitting back in the computer chair with a smirk. Now he just has to wait for the bitchy phone call.
Coda
Dean feigns an apologetic tone (poorly) and makes no effort to squash his grin while Sam goes on about why hadn’t Dean called him after they’d made such a big decision? and had they really just spontaneously headed to City Hall? Seriously? because Dean’s never entirely cast off that streak of affectionate, big-brotherly antagonism. The whiny, condescending tone in Sam’s voice starts to get him before too long, though, so he cuts the kid a break.
“Listen, Cas and I were thinking about having a party or something, nothing too big, in honor of the occasion and all. Cas wants some kind of ceremony stuck in there, too.”
“Oh. …uh, yeah, seems like a nice idea. When were you thinking about having it?”
“I dunno, maybe a month or two. Give Bobby and Chuck and some of Cas’ research buddies some advance notice, just in case. You don’t have any big weekend plans coming up, do you?”
“I don’t. You know, you might have a lot of arrangements to make for a single month. Oh--and, er, just something to keep in mind: if Chuck’s coming, there’s no way he’ll be able to keep Becky from coming with him.”
Dean hadn’t thought about that. Man, he’ll have to lay down some ground rules to Chuck when he gives him the news. “We’ll deal. She’s gotten a little better with the way-too-personal questions since last year. Chuck should be able to get her to stick to the creepy happy face.”
Sam chuckles knowingly. “Yeah, hopefully. …Dean, look, I want you to know that I’m really happy for you both. Really. You and Cas--I’ve watched you two with each other these past few years, and you just fit, you know? I’m glad you’ve found what makes you happy--you deserve it, Dean.”
Shit. Sam’s voice sounds kind of teary by the time he's finished. That sonofabitch is not going to get him to cry. He’s not. He’s so going to kick his ass next time he sees him. “Yeah, yeah.” He swallows. Cas picks that moment to cross through the room toward the kitchen, and Dean grabs at his sleeve to hold him there. “Hey, Cas is here, so why don’t I let you two girls fawn over the frilly stuff for the party.” He starts pulling the phone away from his ear to pass it off before changing his mind at the last minute and bringing it back. “And, Sam…uh, thanks.”
He can practically hear Sam’s smile. “You’re welcome.”
Dean resumes handing the phone to Cas, who’s looking at him with blatant fondness. He squeezes Dean’s shoulder before continuing his way to the kitchen. “Hello, Sam. …Thank you. …Of course. …Oh, I’d been considering an area at the nearby park, but Dean seems to think…”
Dean lies back and relaxes into the couch, the end of his mouth turning up, and the last thing he sees before closing his eyes for a nap is the picture from Thursday sitting in its frame on the table.
[As with kid!fic, I am a total sucker for marriage!fic. :< I couldn’t resist.]
4/22 (Thurs) - Future!Fic
They're headed to drop Cas off at the office after breakfast at the diner one Thursday, and Dean's got the Impala's radio turned to the news for once, since he's fallen behind this week. The windows are down, and Dean's settled into his routine of enjoying the breeze while Cas enjoys the scenery when the current story has Dean sitting up a bit straighter and reflexively shooting his eyes to the radio.
...and yesterday, in what some considered a surprise ruling, the Missouri Supreme Court repealed the constitutional ban on same-sex marriage. Though many of the ban's supporters are still vocal in their opposition of the decision, the ruling was decisive and its effects immediate. Today, city offices across the state are scrambling to... Dean kind of tunes the rest out at that point. His mind seems to be trying to go into overdrive and remain impossibly blank at the same time.
Cas looks pensive, staring absently at the glove box.
Once Dean’s mind has apparently settled on a decision without his consent, holding the words in becomes impossible. "You know, it's been a while now..." And he's really no good at this.
He still gets an understanding nod in response, though. "Five years in July."
Oh, man. He cannot do sappy. Deflection. Deflection is good. "Uh, and there are some pretty substantial tax benefits tied to, um…”
Cas knows him well enough to not be put off. He follows Dean’s lead with a quirk of his lips. "They would finally let me put you on my insurance."
They stare at each other, Dean’s eyes back flicking to the road only as often as absolutely necessary.
Jesus. He must be nuts. "Whataya say, Cas--wanna get married?"
Cas' smile widens a little more, just enough to show teeth. "Sure, Dean." Dean exhales.
It's not the most romantic proposal by any stretch of the imagination, but it's them.
Though Dean figures they’d bask in the moment a bit, Cas keeps right on talking. "I have not used any of my vacation time this year, and I still have many sick days remaining. Despite the short notice, I believe Dr. Nelsen will let me take the day off without any trouble." Heh. The guy’d be an ass to deny Cas anything at this point--Cas had made an effort to always show up a few minutes early, and he seemed to look at his current work (the study and translation of ancient texts) with the same sense of duty he’d demonstrated when Dean had first met him; no illness had kept him away from the office yet, and his sick days only found use on the rare occasion one of their weekend hunts ran long.
Waitaminute. "What, today?" Cas just shrugs, and Dean sometimes thinks he can still pick up a small hint of something not-quite-natural about the motion even after all this time.
Dean runs it through his mind. "Yeah, I could probably get Larry to let me off, too." It's not like Thursdays at the garage are particularly busy. "Hell, why not?"
He smiles and turns the car around.
-----
After picking up a few documents--some forged, some not--from the apartment (Cas had taken care of that while Dean thoughtfully traded his garage wear out for a not-too-formal button-up shirt and slacks), making some quick calls to employers, and driving over to City Hall, waiting to be supplied with the right paperwork and filling it out hadn’t taken all that long. Waiting for an available judge to officiate is taking a bit longer. Despite Independence being a relatively small city, they share the sitting area outside the judge’s office with a few other couples obviously there for the same reason.
"Sammy'll throw the mother of all hissy fits when he finds out we did it without telling him, but hell, we can have a party later or something."
Cas nods agreeably. "Something simple but tasteful. Sam would probably be willing to help with the organizing, I think."
Dean smiles. Yeah, he'd probably get into the frilly crap, and Cas could probably use the assistance; Dean's under no delusions that he'd be much help with that kind of stuff. He gets the feeling he might have to step in to keep it from getting too overboard, though--just because he's getting married (and that still sounds all kinds of weird but not bad weird, really) doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation to maintain.
The secretary calls their names, and they get encouraging smiles from the pair sitting closest to them as they stand. Cas gives a polite smile back and Dean gives a mildly awkward little wave.
Dean tells himself feeling jittery over something like this is stupid considering his weekend hobby/former occupation, but the thought becomes irrelevant when Cas’ eyes catch his. He exhales deeply and reaches for the door handle.
-----
As they leave the judge’s office, license signed and sealed and placed in the folder Dean holds maybe a little too tight to his chest, Cas pulls their camera out of his jacket pocket. At Dean’s inquisitive look, Cas informs him: “I picked it up when we stopped by the house. I figured it would be nice to have a small thing to commemorate the day.” Dean can agree with that; he’s glad one of them thought to grab it.
Cas approaches the pair that had smiled at them earlier and taps one of them on the shoulder. “Excuse me, would you mind taking a picture for us?”
The man nods easily with a grin and stands. “No problem!” He offers quick congratulations as he accepts the camera from Cas’ hands.
Dean puts his arm around Cas’ shoulders, turns his head forward, and gets ready to smile at the camera, but Cas’ hand finds his jaw and slowly turns his head right back, his intentions clear. Dean tenses, but only for an instant. PDA really aren’t his thing, but today he can definitely make an exception.
-----
Dean’s relieved to not be pressured to tack some gaudy “Just married” sign on the back of his baby--another reason to be thankful Sam’s inclusion is waiting until the later-party-thing, really. The silence is content and easy as they make their way back to the car and get in. This day’s been way over Dean’s chick-flick quotient, and it’s not done yet, but he still doesn’t even think of denying Cas when his hand reaches for Dean’s on the drive home.
They reach the apartment, and Dean can’t quite resist pausing in front of the door to jokingly offer to carry Cas over the threshold. When he just receives a questioning look in return, he figures that’s another gap in Cas’ cultural education. Oh, well. He gently pushes him backwards through the doorway as he kisses him instead. The door latches behind them, and they find fitting ways to fill the rest of the afternoon and evening.
-----
The next day, Dean scans the marriage license and e-mails it to Sammy along with the photo, sitting back in the computer chair with a smirk. Now he just has to wait for the bitchy phone call.
Coda
Dean feigns an apologetic tone (poorly) and makes no effort to squash his grin while Sam goes on about why hadn’t Dean called him after they’d made such a big decision? and had they really just spontaneously headed to City Hall? Seriously? because Dean’s never entirely cast off that streak of affectionate, big-brotherly antagonism. The whiny, condescending tone in Sam’s voice starts to get him before too long, though, so he cuts the kid a break.
“Listen, Cas and I were thinking about having a party or something, nothing too big, in honor of the occasion and all. Cas wants some kind of ceremony stuck in there, too.”
“Oh. …uh, yeah, seems like a nice idea. When were you thinking about having it?”
“I dunno, maybe a month or two. Give Bobby and Chuck and some of Cas’ research buddies some advance notice, just in case. You don’t have any big weekend plans coming up, do you?”
“I don’t. You know, you might have a lot of arrangements to make for a single month. Oh--and, er, just something to keep in mind: if Chuck’s coming, there’s no way he’ll be able to keep Becky from coming with him.”
Dean hadn’t thought about that. Man, he’ll have to lay down some ground rules to Chuck when he gives him the news. “We’ll deal. She’s gotten a little better with the way-too-personal questions since last year. Chuck should be able to get her to stick to the creepy happy face.”
Sam chuckles knowingly. “Yeah, hopefully. …Dean, look, I want you to know that I’m really happy for you both. Really. You and Cas--I’ve watched you two with each other these past few years, and you just fit, you know? I’m glad you’ve found what makes you happy--you deserve it, Dean.”
Shit. Sam’s voice sounds kind of teary by the time he's finished. That sonofabitch is not going to get him to cry. He’s not. He’s so going to kick his ass next time he sees him. “Yeah, yeah.” He swallows. Cas picks that moment to cross through the room toward the kitchen, and Dean grabs at his sleeve to hold him there. “Hey, Cas is here, so why don’t I let you two girls fawn over the frilly stuff for the party.” He starts pulling the phone away from his ear to pass it off before changing his mind at the last minute and bringing it back. “And, Sam…uh, thanks.”
He can practically hear Sam’s smile. “You’re welcome.”
Dean resumes handing the phone to Cas, who’s looking at him with blatant fondness. He squeezes Dean’s shoulder before continuing his way to the kitchen. “Hello, Sam. …Thank you. …Of course. …Oh, I’d been considering an area at the nearby park, but Dean seems to think…”
Dean lies back and relaxes into the couch, the end of his mouth turning up, and the last thing he sees before closing his eyes for a nap is the picture from Thursday sitting in its frame on the table.
[As with kid!fic, I am a total sucker for marriage!fic. :< I couldn’t resist.]