Day 4: Firsts (or maybe Seconds), 2k Followers Celebration Content Creator Event
The first time Dean proposes to Cas, it’s all fake. Just for a case. They needed to make a scene to draw the attention of the God they were hunting, who just so happened to be killing newly engaged couples.
Dean drops to his knee and pulls the box out right there in the middle of the town’s busiest park, where everyone in town gathers in the summer evenings. The ring is a cheap sterling silver in a small little box. There’s nothing real about it. Except everything about the proposal feels real to Dean.
Dean’s hidden feelings, the way Cas smiles with his eyes crinkling at the corners in the way Dean knows is Cas’ true smile as he says the words, “Cas, my angel, please make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of marrying me”, to the way Cas’ arms wrap around Dean’s neck after he says yes; his fingers brushing ever-so-softly over Dean’s jaw. It’s achingly tender and completely fake, and yet Dean’s heart is screaming at his rib cage real, real, real.
He brushes it off, he has to, because there’s a job to be done and monsters to kill. But God, the way his heart leaps into his throat when he sees the ring perched on Cas’ finger, it’s enough to make Dean feel sick with longing. He wants that. Wants to see a real ring on Cas’ finger, and he wants to be the one to put it there. But he can’t. Can’t ruin their friendship with his feelings that Cas could never reciprocate.
Their first kiss is fake, too. It’s Cas’ idea. They’re at this massive gala event, trying to track down the culprit who’s specifically targeting gay couples from this elite circle and sacrificing them in bloody massacres. Dean couldn’t possibly come in with Sam as his date, so Cas had volunteered.
He thought that would be enough, but clearly they hadn’t caught the monster’s attention yet, otherwise they wouldn’t still be mingling like this. They needed to draw attention and fast.
Cas must’ve been thinking the same thing, because he shifted his hand from Dean’s lower back to his neck. “Do you trust me?” Cas murmured, quiet enough that only Dean could hear.
“Always,” Dean replied instantly, because there was no one he trusted more than Cas.
“Play along,” Cas muttered, before he spun around, and tugged Dean down into a kiss.
Not just any kiss. God, this kiss was absolutely breath stealing. Cas’ fingers tangled into Dean’s hair, and Dean scrambled to loop his arms around Cas’ waist.
They kissed long and slow, starting off gentle and sweet but quickly morphing into something desperate and biting. It was thrilling, sending a low thrum down Dean’s spine and causing his heart to flutter in his chest. It was everything he’d been wanting for so long, to kiss Cas like this. To be kissed like this, with Cas’ lips gliding against his own.
But when they broke apart, the reality of the situation sunk in. The air around them had shifted; cold tendrils creeping towards them that had Dean’s hairs standing on end. They’d caught the monster’s attention.
“Smart thinking,” Dean muttered, hand moving to his gun tucked in the back of his waistband.
And for a second, when Dean looked over at Cas, he could’ve sworn he’d seen longing and desire etched across his features. But it was quickly replaced with determination as the threat of the monster creeped towards them.
The first time they go on a date, it’s a ruse as well. Or, well, it starts that way, at least. They’re at this outdoor botanical garden open to the public to buy flowers of their choosing. Dean and Cas are half looking at the flowers for fun and half analyzing to see which ones are being used in a spell by a witch to control and kill people. Somehow, even though it’s not an official date, it almost feels like one.
Cas’ hand keeps brushing against Dean’s as he explains in hushed excitement about the different flowers and their meanings as the petals glinted in the sunshine. Bright oranges, elegant yellows, pastel pinks, and vibrant reds. Even the air smells like heaven, soft floral scents mixing together and creating a soft atmosphere.
It was the kind of date Dean had never envisioned himself going on, but seeing the pure happiness radiating off of Cas, the worries over the hunt melted away for just a brief second as the beauty of the flowers surrounded them.
Once Dean caught sight of the flowers that the witch had been using, he diverged from Cas for a moment, claiming he needed to collect all the flowers so the witch couldn’t use them. But on his way, his eyes caught sight of a collection of tulips. The thought lingered in his mind. Hadn’t Cas said just a few minutes ago that tulips represented love and perfection?
Carefully, Dean plucked out several red tulips and a single red rose. After stashing all of the dangerous flowers into the trunk of the Impala, Dean took his small bouquet and made his way back to Cas.
Cas’ eyes caught Dean, and when they locked gazes, Dean could feel his cheeks burning. Slowly, he offered the 4 flowers to Cas. “For you,” he murmured.
Cas took the flowers, fingers brushing over Dean’s as the meaning of the flowers sunk in. Romance. Passion. Love.
“Dean,” Cas gasped quietly, looking from the flowers to Dean and back to the flowers.
“It’s all backwards. We’ve had all our firsts even though it doesn’t count. First date, first kiss, even a proposal.”
Cas seems to understand what Dean is saying, because he reaches out and pulls Dean closer. “Firsts are overrated. I think seconds sound much more appealing.”
And right there, they have their second ‘first’ kiss. This time, it’s achingly soft and sweet; lips locking and little breaths gasped out between them. In their little corner of the botanical gardens, where no one else is around, they kiss and kiss; tender brushes of mouths and gentle touches as they both melt into the kiss. It’s absolutely perfect.
Dean decides he likes ‘seconds’ a lot more than he likes ‘firsts.’ Their second ‘first date’ they go fishing and Cas brings a little picnic for them, too. It’s so sentimental and ridiculously cute that Dean can barely breathe. It’s domestic and adorable, and everything inside of him aches with it.
And two years later, when Dean proposes to Cas for the second and last time, it’s at dinner in front of their family- Sam and Eileen, Jack and Bobby, Charlie and Garth and Bess, Jody and Donna and the girls. It’s better than their first proposal by a million miles, and as Dean opens the box, real gold ring glinting in the Bunker’s fluorescent light, Cas barely even lets Dean ask before he’s dragging him into a kiss, muttering, “Yes, yes, yes,” against Dean’s mouth.
Dean says they’re only going to have one wedding, but Cas disagrees. Not when they’ve done everything else as a second ‘first’. So they’re first wedding is a little affair, just the two of them, with Sam and Jack as witnesses. But their second wedding, that’s the one that really counts. All of their family and hunter friends come down to the wedding. It’s beautiful and special, and as Dean says, “I do,” for the second time, Cas kisses him so enthusiastically that Dean feels dizzy with it. Oh yes, firsts were definitely overrated, especially when he got to have as many second experiences with Cas as he wanted.
Now, what could he plan for their second honeymoon…
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