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Summary : Dean offers you a new challenge and you can’t say no.
Pairing : Dean x reader
Words : 3 776
Warnings : Drunk!reader, drunk!Dean, language, smut, handkink ;) (I always have a hard time writing the warnings so tell me if I did it wrong. And if you think of something else to be mentionned, don’t hesitate to tell me please)
A/N : This was written for the amazing writer @jay-and-dean and the 3K followers celebration she organized. I chose Sam as my third character, someone being drunk and “Can you take 3 fingers ?” as a prompt. I hope you’ll like it and once again : congratulations !
It had never been so close to yours before, even if you had wished for it plenty of times. But tonight it was.
You could feel his hot breath landing on your wet lips and flushed cheeks, making them burn instead of cooling them down.
Thanks to this proximity you could clearly see how long his eyelashes were, the shadow of them darkening his light skin when he blinked. You could also spot every freckle on his perfect face : on his cheeks, forehead, the bridge of his nose, his chin, even his lips.
God, those lips… the plump and pink pillows were begging to be kissed over and over again. A dream you had since he had come into your life. Ever since you had helped both of the brothers on a case two years ago.
And now you were happily celebrating a successful hunt with the greatest hunter of them all. And him being this close to you was making you anxious yet so eager. His warmth was slowly engulfing you, creating a warm bubble, heating even your inside. His scent : a mix of leather, dirt from the previous hunt and something manly that was just so Dean was infiltrating your nostrils and making your mind dizzy.
Your mind, soul and body were in total harmony. And his own acted as though they wanted to join yours, creating a whole new being.
Almost lost in your thoughts, and in him, you were brought back to reality when he chuckled, his killing smirk plastered on his gorgeous face.
"So Sweetheart, what do you say?" He asked in a low voice, the deep and hoarse sound making you shiver, creating goosebumps on your already warm and sweaty skin.
"Can you take three fingers?"
You shuddered slightly at the question. Dean Winchester was really trying to kill you.
You thought about it for a second. Three fingers wasn’t a little thing to take, especially Dean’s ones. You lowered your head, your eyes falling on his hot left hand resting on your naked tight. Your breath got stuck in your throat for a second.
Looking at his hands for too long could do that to you.
You had fantasized about his hands and fingers almost more than his lips. Those long and thick fingers at the end of his calloused yet soft palms. The short fingernails that could so easily and deliciously scratch your smooth skin. The freckles on them turning those deadly weapons into beautiful pieces of art.
You could look at them for hours, your mind always drifting away and creating unchaste daydreams. Sometimes they even came to your mind unconsciously, usually wetting your sheets.
And now that he was raising one of his strong and big hands to show you those three fingers he was asking you to take, your whole body shivered in impatience and apprehension.
Wetting your lips, you looked from the fingers begging to be taken to his intense green orbs almost covered by his dilated pupils. But, maybe unfortunately for you, you always loved a challenge so you decided to give him his smirk back.
“Who do you think I am? Of course I can.” You told him with confidence, staring into his eyes.
A smile appeared on his lips, opening them and his right hand came back on your leg, the warmth of it spreading out again on your thigh.
“Alright then, let’s see.” He answered, his eyebrows arching in expectation.
At his face, you reconsidered your words, not sure if after all you could. But before you could add anything, the broad hunter slowly moved back, to your great displeasure. After his body, disappeared his warmth and scent, leaving you cold and inodorous.
Then the air in the room came back to hit your face, the humid atmosphere surrounding you again. And the alcohol’s scent slowly started to replace his, even if you were holding on to it. The more he moved away from you, the more the thin bubble you were both in was deteriorating. You tried to keep it unscathed as much as you could but eventually the pop music burst it, the drops of this moment with Dean slowly falling on the sticky floor.
“Bartender! Three fingers of your strongest whiskey for the lady, please!” Dean yelled to be heard over the music blazing inside the bar.
The man froze an instant, looking at you to get your approval but you had a hard time looking at him when the most handsome man on the planet was grinning at you. Your eyes stayed focused on Dean and a movement of his head, he indicated to you to answer the bartender and keep your words.
You swallowed with difficulties before the redhead man spoke directly to you.
“Ma’am?”
Taking an assured breath, you simply nodded at him, letting him know you were in for it. So he turned around, grabbed a whiskey glass and a half-drunk bottle high on the shelf. Then he faced you again and put the glass on the counter. Dean immediately placed three of his fingers to show where the bartender needed to stop when he would pour the whiskey and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself.
Once it was served, Dean took the glass and handed it to you, a proud smile on his face. You took the glass and your fingers brushed his, sending an electric signal through your body.
You brought the alcohol closer to you and decided to take your time with it, smelling it. It was definitely a strong one. But even though you knew it was going to burn your throat and warm up your stomach, from the smell of it you knew it was a good one too, the peaty and woody spice of it reaching your nose. Then you raised the glass, admiring the amber color enlightened by the lights above the counter.
But Dean must have felt you stalling and decided to stop it by putting back his warm palm against your cooled down skin.
“Are you gonna keep your words or not?” He asked, leaning towards you to make sure you had heard him.
And you had.
You glanced at him, studying his smirk for a second before raising the full glass to your lips. Looking straight into his eyes, you took a first and large gulp. The alcohol burned your throat but you tried to keep your composure and remained a calm face. But once it was all down, you let a satisfied sigh out.
Dean gave you a pleased smile and you raised your eyebrows, showing him you weren’t a coward. He nodded, approving your action and wet his lips before speaking again.
“So, is it a good one?” He asked and you smiled.
You leaned closer to him too and handed him your glass.
“Wanna taste?” You offered.
The hunter took it but immediately put it down the counter with a chuckle. You frowned and he raised his defined brows at you.
“You really thought you would be able to make me drink your glass? You’re the one who accepted the challenge, Sweetheart. Don’t try and palm it off on me.” He declared, tilting his head a little.
You scoffed and shook your head, feigning any intention of getting rid of some of your drink with his help.
“Your lost.” You told him, hiding your hint of disappointment.
You reached out for the alcohol, figuring out that Dean wasn’t going to drink any drop of the amber liquor. But before you could take another sip, the older brother grabbed the back of your knee and brought you closer to him. The sudden movement made you drop some beats of the strong spirit and a short yelp escaped your lips.
Dean took the glass and put it back on the counter. Then his now free hand landed on your left cheek. His index tickled the lob of your ear and your whole body shivered.
One hand under your knee and the other on the side of your face, you could almost die a happy woman.
Then he caught a lock of your hair between his thumb and index and played with it, tugging at it after intertwining it between his thick fingers, keeping it locked around his digits. But he stopped and offered you a new smile, one you had only seen him give to waitresses, women at the grocery store, one night stands.
The very charming one.
But this grin had something else too, something more than just an alluring one. It also seemed genuine, honest.
You had never seen that one before and now that you knew what it looked like, you didn’t want to stop seeing it.
“I know another way to taste it.” He declared, his words breaking your daydream again. But the thing you really noticed was how deeper his voice was and, when you raised your head, how dilated his pupils had become.
Dean moved his hand behind your head and slowly brought your face closer to his, taking his sweet time to torture you while his other hand started to go up your leg. Your heart sped and you stared at the thin layer of green still present around his pupils, before closing your eyes and finally feeling his lips crashing on yours.
Your body felt warm with this contact, the feeling of those dreamy lips against yours. You enjoyed this first kiss and hummed as you felt the tip of his tongue asking for permission to enter.
And you gladly let him.
You opened your mouth and he mimicked your movements, making your tongues meet. Your passive hands became active and quickly found their way to his strong and muscular arms. You ran your soft hands on the fabric of his jacket before going up and passing them between his soft and short locks. His hair tickled the inside of your fingers and before you could stop yourself, you tightened your grip on them, his growl resonating in your mouth.
Loving the sound of it, you tugged at them again and Dean squeezed the skin of your thigh before slipping his hands under the hem of your skirt. You let a moan out yourself, feeling dizzy both by the alcohol you had drank all night and his intoxicating kiss.
The hunter stood up from his stool and forced your legs to open with his hips, placing himself between them. You freed one of your hands to guide him higher on your thigh and under your cloth. Your breath quickened and he brought your head closer to deepen the kiss, pressing harder his lips on yours. You let out another moan when you felt the tip of his fingers reaching for your panties and he smiled against your lips.
Then you felt a hand pushing against your chest and suddenly you were separated from the strong man kissing you. You whimpered at the loss of his lips and hands and opened your eyes to understand what had caused this sudden break. But when you met Dean’s eyes, they were as confused as yours. So your eyes traveled from the hand on your chest to the person it belonged to.
Sam.
“What the hell are you two doing?!” He yelled above the music, his eyes widened open.
“Kissing.” Dean simply answered, a smirk on his face.
You looked back at him and he winked at you, making you blush.
“No, this is not kissing. This is making out. And you can’t put your hand… there, in a public place!” The younger hunter whispered yelled at his brother who rolled his eyes and sat back on his stool. Sam awkwardly gestured at your raised skirt so you quickly lowered it before grabbing your glass like nothing had happened.
“How much whiskey do you have in this?!” He asked, his voice raised again.
You let a long sigh out and took a sip before turning to the agitated man on your right.
“Samuel, I’m a grown woman. I can handle a hand under my skirt and a huge glass of whiskey.” You declared, earning a laugh from Dean. You smiled, proud of this.
Sam, on the other hand, didn’t seem to agree and crossed his huge arms.
“First of all, stop calling me that. Second, you two are completely wasted. I think we should go back to the motel now.” He said with a serious voice but you decided to ignore it and took another sip of the strong liquor. But this time it didn’t burn as much as the first time.
“Come on Sam, we’re just having fun. We killed the bad guy and saved the ladies. Let’s celebrate for once. And we made a bet.” Dean argued with his brother, pointing at you when he mentioned the bet. Sam came closer to you two so you could properly hear him without him having to yell anymore.
“Listen, I’m not against having a good time because it was indeed a successful hunt. But the bartender over there was about to throw you two out for the public display. I stopped him before he could make a scene but I think it would be wise to leave on our own initiative, the bet will have to wait.” He explained and you could feel Dean rolling his eyes again.
But despite his annoyance, Dean stood up and searched his jacket for his wallet. Once he found it, he took a few bills and put them on the counter next to your glass. The bartender walked closer to all of you and Dean offered him a huge fake smile. The man glared at him but the hunter completely ignored him and turned to you.
“Come on, let’s move the party somewhere else.” He told you loud enough for the bartender to hear and offered you his hand to stand up.
Without hesitating a second, you grabbed it and used it to lift yourself up. But once you were standing, your legs felt like jello and you gripped Dean’s jacket to keep yourself from falling on the floor. He quickly grabbed your waist to keep you up and you heard a laugh next to you.
“‘I can handle a huge glass of whiskey’ my ass.” Sam mocked you and you turned your head to glare at him. But it didn’t make him stop laughing.
“Come on Sweetheart, let’s go.” Dean gently told you and you raised your head, mesmerized by the beauty of his face for a second, and finally nodded at him.
Once you felt like you weren’t going to slump like an inanimate doll, you started to walk towards the door, feeling the warm hand of Dean on the small of your back. Sam led the way and you tried to follow him despite your zigzags. Dean wasn’t walking really straight either, having to put his hands on several chairs or tables on his way to the door.
Maybe you weren’t as sober as you thought you were and that glass of whiskey was one too many.
With some effort and some laughs and head shakes from Sam, you finally reached the outside. The fresh air crashed on your face and you took a deep breath, hoping it would clear your mind and magically make you sober.
You raised your head and look at the dark sky. The night was clear from clouds, allowing you to see the milky way and all the constellations in the sky. But the only thing you could think of was the constellations of Dean’s freckles on his face.
Breaking your thoughts, the said man pushed on your back, leading you to the beautiful black impala.
“Aaaaaah, my Baby.” Dean cheered when he saw his beloved car, his voice a little higher this time.
Sam walked to the driver side of the vehicle and turned to the two of you.
“Give me the keys.” Sam told his brother who scoffed.
“What?! No! I can drive.” Dean refused, crossing his arms and frowning like a child.
“Dude, you can’t. You could barely walk straight in the bar. I’m sober, just give me the keys.” Sam insisted and the older man turned to you, probably asking for support.
But instead of waiting for a response from you, he slowly eyed you up and down, scanning your whole body and wet his lips. You felt something warm in your stomach when you spotted the look on his face and he smiled.
“Ok.” He said without even looking at his brother and threw the keys at him, surprising both you and Sam.
From the corner of your eyes you saw him struggle to catch the keys, mumbling something when he opened the driver’s door. Dean was still looking at you when he opened the backseat door and let you climb in first. Once you were settled, he joined you and Sam started the car.
The heating system wasn’t on already so you brought yourself closer to the only source of warmth around you : Dean. He gladly let you, putting a hand behind you on the back of the seat and the other on one of your legs. You felt him lean closer to you and his lips brushed your ear.
“The taste was amazing.” He whispered and you shivered when you felt his breath on your neck.
“You should have taken a glass too.” You replied and he let a little laugh out, shaking his head.
“I was talking about you Baby.” He said, drawing some circles on your skin with his thumb.
You bit your lip at his words and let your fingers go higher and higher on his pants. He let a growl out when you reach the bulge at his crotch.
“You want another taste?” You murmured back and his eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.
“Fuck yeah.” He immediately replied and grabbed the back of your neck to crash his lips on yours for the second time of the night.
This kiss was harder than the first, his tongue urgently entered your mouth and you moaned. His movements were quick, so quick. You didn’t have time to think and you didn’t want to. His hand left you neck and grabbed you waist before the other one tugged at your leg, bringing you closer to him. You almost fell on the seat but the hunter was there to catch you, wrapping his arm around you.
Your hand found his hair and you replayed the actions who had caused those sweet sounds from him, so you pulled at them. His huge palm squeezed your flesh and quickly went up your leg. You brought him closer to you, sitting half on him, his legs between yours and his side against your chest.
“Come on guys! Can’t you wait ten minutes?!” You heard Sam shouted from the front of the car but you didn’t care at all, too hypnotized by the man kissing you.
You heard the younger man curse and the car sped up.
You lowered your hands and let them caress his torso, your nails scratching the fabric of his t-shirt. He grunted in your mouth and you smiled, loving this sound. Then his hand reached your panties and tried to pull it off. But before he could, the car suddenly stopped, making you both almost fall from the backseat. Your lips parted and you looked at each other, both of you out of breath.
“Unbelievable! I leave you the keys, you can stay in the car, I don’t need to hear or see more.” Sam angrily said and you let a chuckle out when he slammed the door shut, storming out of the car. Dean didn’t even protest, too focused on your eyes and your laugh, even joining you.
“I think he didn’t like our ‘public display’.” You said and he leaned on you, laying you down on the bench seat.
“I don’t care.” Dean simply said and attacked your lips again.
His hand finally got a grab at the thin fabric of your panties. He tried to put it down your legs but not wanting to move away from between them, he decided to tear the fabric apart. You gasped at the sudden action and he chuckled.
After throwing the ripped panties behind him, his hand took its place back under your skirt, his eyes focused on yours.
“I wanna taste something else.” He said and you felt the tip of his index slowly caressing between your already wet folds, damping it.
You moaned and threw your head back, earning a chuckle from him. You quickly stood yourself back up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing and licking his neck making him growl in return.
“Y/N…” He moaned and you sucked at his soft skin in response.
Then the hunter withdrew his hands, making you whimper, and brought his finger to his mouth. He hummed at the action, closing his eyes, enjoying it and you could have come at this right moment. Looking at him sucking his own finger.
“You taste so, so good.” He declared and you moved your head away from his neck to look at him.
He smiled and leaned on you again, spreading your legs a bit wider. You grabbed his biceps before sliding your hands on his back. He wet his lips before kissing you again, making you taste yourself.
One hand holding your back and the other one going back between your thighs, you felt overwhelmed. Then his fingers reached your folds again, slowly spreading them. His thumb gently stroked your clit, sending electric discharges through your whole body. You shivered at the sensation but you weren’t cold.
His lips left yours to attack your neck, letting your moans and sighs out.
“Dean…” You sighed in pleasure.
He kissed higher and higher on your neck until he reached the shell of your ear. His index teased your entrance and you threw your head back a little in pleasure.
“What do you say Sweetheart? Can you take three fingers?” He murmured, his voice deep and aroused.
You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, and grabbed the sides of his face to make him look at you. He let you and stared at you, waiting for your answer.
“Who do you think I am? Of course I can.” You answered back and he smirked before he covered your mouth with his as he entered one finger, swallowing your moan.
This time your were going to keep your words and win this challenge.
Happy New Year to all you lovely shippers out there; have some tipsy Dean with a tie on his head smooching his Angel. I love you big, and wish you nothing but the best for 2020. ^__^
Prompt: I have been working three jobs to afford this ring and yeah I know it put a strain on our relationship that I wasn’t around much but, um, surprise, do you want to get married? What? NO? You’re dumping me? But…but…fuck everything - hey, random person over there, you want to get married? Yes? Really? Okay, let’s do this, I’m ready to drive to Vegas right now if you are.
Dean’s heart is in overdrive and his lungs are burning. He hates running. Sammy might actually be right about Dean needing to cut back on the burgers.
Dean takes a few deep breaths, swipes the sweat off his forehead and taps his pocket to make sure the little box is still there before he enters the restaurant.
"Hi, um, I have a... look there she is," he tells the hostess, pointing at Cassie who’s just getting up from her table. He weaves his way between the tables, apologizing to everyone he accidentally knocks into. Why are fancy places like this always so cramped? People spend so much money here, don’t they deserve some personal space?
"Hey, honey! I’m so sorry I’m late," he blurts out, grabs Cassie’s shoulders and presses a kiss to her cheek.
"Twenty minutes, Dean. I told you this was important and you are twenty minutes late."
"Yeah, I know, but I-" he takes a deep breath to calm himself, "I also have something important to tell you. Let’s just sit and have a nice dinner first. Please, Cassie, I’m sorry."
She heaves a heavy sigh but sits down.
Dean orders wine and watches as Cassie downs the first glass in one go. She’s really upset, but he hopes she’ll forgive him once she learns the reason for his delay.
"So, how’s the article about foster care going?" he asks. She loves talking about her job, so it will surely improve her mood.
If looks could kill, he would fall dead immediately. "That article was published a week ago," she says through clenched teeth.
"Oh. I... I’m sorry, Cassie. You know I’ve been working a lot lately-"
"Yes, I know," she cuts him off bitterly.
The waiter saves Dean by bringing the starters and rambling on about the ingredients.
The portions are ridiculously small for how much they cost, but the food is delicious and the wine is strong. By the time they reach dessert, Cassie has melted a little bit.
"I think we should get to the serious part," Cassie says, eyes fixed on her empty plate, she’s spreading the remnants of chocolate creme with a fork.
"Yeah, we should," Dean says. His heart is picking up pace again. "Please, let me start, I’ve been preparing for this for a long time."
She lifts her eyes and frowns suspiciously, but she nods.
"Please, close your eyes, babe."
She hesitates but obeys. Dean’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the box in his pocket.
"You can look," he says softly when he’s kneeling in front of her, holding the open box with both his hands like he saw it in movies so many times. He can feel many pairs of eyes on him, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is Cassie and her expression when she sees the ring.
Her eyes widen, her lips part, all color drains from her face.
"Dean," she breathes out.
"Cassie, will you marry me?"
She stares at him for a moment, it looks like she’s not breathing. Then she looks around at all the people awaiting her answer so they can clap and cheer. Her cheeks turn red.
"Dean, please, close the box and get back to your seat."
Dean knows that tone. She uses it with hysterical people that demand she writes about their problems or takes their side in an article.
He frowns.
"Do you want to marry me?" he asks again feeling a lump forming in his throat.
"Babe, let’s talk first. Please, don’t make a scene."
"Don’t make a scene? That’s what you care about?" Dean raises his voice as a wave of anger surges through him. "This was all about making a scene because I know you like big gestures!"
She huffs out an exasperated sound. "That’s not even... fuck, Dean, sit down and listen to me for one damn minute!"
She’s actually being pretty scary, so Dean grumpily obeys. He sees the other guests averting their eyes and pretending nothing happened.
"I’m listening," he growls.
Cassie takes a deep breath. "Dean, I’m really sorry I ruined this moment for you, but if I knew-" she shakes her head, "look, it really surprised me. We were barely spending any time together lately."
"Yeah, because I was saving up for this crazy expensive ring!"
Her face actually contorts with pity and Dean regrets yelling.
"Babe, I know it’s been hard for these past weeks, but I really did it for you."
"I would have appreciated it much more if you were with me."
"I’m sorry, babe." He reaches over the table to hold her hand but she withdraws it.
"Yeah, me too, Dean. I’m sorry, I-" another steadying breath, "I’m not going to marry you. I actually planned to break up with you tonight."
"What?" There’s something wrong with the world because Dean suddenly feels like he’s spinning and somebody has sucked the air out of the room. Maybe it’s just a nightmare. He’s been so nervous about the proposal that it would make sense if he dreamed of something as horrible as this. There’s no chance this could be true. Cassie would never...
"Dean?" she snaps her fingers in front of his face. "Dean, are you okay?"
Dean blinks at her and shakes his head slowly.
"No, I’m not fucking okay. I proposed to you and you are ditching me instead. How could I possibly be okay?"
"Dean, I’m sorry, but I’m sure you’ll move on soon."
"Is there anybody else?" Dean asks with a spark of hope. If it’s about another man, he can just beat him and it will be solved.
"No," Cassie says, biting her lip. "It’s about you."
"I told you I wasn’t present because I was busy working. That’s over now. I’ll be with you. I swear I will learn all your articles by heart."
She shakes her head. "No, Dean, that won’t work. You see, the worst part about you not being there with me was that I realized I don’t really need you."
That hurts.
"I know it’s harsh. But let’s be realistic. This relationship didn’t have a future."
"Well, I thought different," Dean says through his teeth and clenches the ring box in his hand.
Cassie tilts her head and looks at him the way one looks at an injured animal.
"Did you, really? Be honest with yourself, Dean. Did you actually wanted to marry me because you loved me that much or because you know your dad wanted you to find a nice girl and settle down with her?"
Dean gapes at her, speechless.
She smiles bitterly. "You see? That’s what I thought."
"That’s not-"
She doesn’t let him finish, he wouldn´t know what to say anyway.
"I’m done, Dean. I already packed my stuff so if you give me a little headstart, I’ll be gone when you arrive at the apartment.”
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"I’m done with women!" Dean tells the bartender. His words slur together, thanks to all the whiskey he has drunk. "You can never tell where you stand with a woman. One day you think you’re the love of her life and the next day you learn you’re nothing to her. Nothing!" He swings his hand angrily in front of him and knocks over his glass. Fortunately, it’s empty.
The bartender grabs it but doesn’t refill it. Dean’s too submerged in his speech to notice.
"That’s why I’m here," he gestures wildly to imply the half-empty gay bar. "I’m gonna pick myself a man," he announces with a drunken grin. "I like men, you know? Always have. I somehow always pictured myself ending up with a girl, but that’s out of the question now." The bartender hums and pushes a glass of water in front of him. Dean takes a sip and makes a face. "This is shit," he mumbles before looking around.
There’s a man sitting at the far end of the bar. He has thick dark hair and a nice profile. He looks like he didn’t have a great day either.
"Hey, you!" Dean calls and points at him. "You, trenchcoat! I’m talking to you."
The man finally looks at him, gives him a once-over before his full lips curl up into an amused smile.
"Come here. I’m buying you a drink. Fuck, I’m buying you a whole bottle. I already spend a fortune for this stupid ring, so what does one bottle of fine whiskey means, right?"
The man moves to sit next to him and orders himself a glass.
"I’m sorry, you got rejected," he says and damn, his voice does strange things to Dean’s insides.
"Nah, that’s alright. Serves me right for being stupid."
"I don’t think you’re stupid." He says it like he means it and looks Dean deep in the eyes. The color of the guy’s eyes steals Dean’s breath.
"What’s your name?" he asks.
"Castiel."
Dean bursts into laughter. The guy looks at him like he’s some peculiar new species.
"Cas," he says, "that’s perfect. Yeah, that’s perfect. Cas, may I see your left hand?"
The guy raises his hand and Dean grabs it. Big palm, but slender fingers, yeah, this could work.
Dean opens the box with his free hand and pulls out the ring. He looks at the inscription of little letters D+C and chuckles again. He planned to have the ring fitted after giving it to Cassie, so it’s quite big now.
He still has to push a little to slip it on Castiel’s finger, but he manages.
"What-what are you doing?" the guy asks softly, staring at his own hand.
"Do you want to get married, Cas?"
Blue eyes meet his, stealing his breath away just like the first time. "I don’t even know your name."
"I’m Dean. 33. Mechanic. No relatives but a younger brother who lives in California. I’m a catch. We can drive to Vegas right now!" he says, a little too excited.
Castiel takes a moment to answer.
"Alright, Dean, let’s drive to Vegas."
"Awesome!" Dean jumps off the barstool and throws some money on the countertop. "I need to pee first, meet me at the door." He leaves as Cas talks with the bartender who’s watching Dean’s departure with concern.
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"I should drive," Cas says when they reach Dean’s car.
"No, no, no. No way. You see this beauty? She’s the best thing I have. I don’t let anybody drive her."
"I’m going to be your husband. I think you should let me drive your car."
It’s a valid argument, but Dean doesn’t like it. He folds his arms across his chest and pouts.
"Besides you’re too drunk to drive, Dean."
Dean sighs and gives Cas the keys. He slumps grumpily in the passenger seat.
Castiel looks hot while driving, though, so Dean takes that as a consolation prize.
"Have you ever been to Vegas?" he asks because he wants to hear that amazing voice again.
"Yes, once, on a business trip. But I didn’t really have the opportunity to enjoy what the city can offer."
"Oh, we will enjoy everything, Cas. What do you think about getting wed by Elvis?"
"I’m not a huge fan of Elvis."
"Oh come on! How can you not like Elvis? Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you... Come on, Cas!"
Castiel laughs. The sound is deep and rich. Dean likes it very much.
"Oh, wait, where are you driving to?" Dean asks suddenly aware of his surroundings.
"To my place," Castiel says without hesitation, "I need to change, I’m not getting married in my work clothes."
Dean looks at him. A boring trenchcoat and a crumpled suit.
"Yeah, sure, it should be the best day of your life. If you wanna change, you should change!"
Cas nods with a soft smile playing on his lips. They are full and pink and a little chapped.
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Castiel has a nice little house in the suburbs.
"Dean, follow me, please," he says in the hall and leads Dean through the house. They stop in the bedroom. It’s warm-colored and cozy.
"What are you doing?" Dean asks when Castiel turns to him and pushes his jacket off his shoulders. "Oh, premarital sex, yeah, I’m up for that." Dean hiccups as he shrugs his sleeves off his hands and lets the jacket fall on the floor. Castiel pushes him towards the bed and Dean topples inelegantly on top of the covers. "Uh. Yeah, it would be stupid to marry someone if you don’t know whether you are-" he unbuttons his pants and pushes them down his hips, "-compatible in bed, right? Oh god, these sheets are so soft," he mumbles as Castiel takes his shoes off and gets rid of the pants. Dean pushes himself up on the bed and buries his face in a fluffy pillow.
"I hope you’re a top-" he mutters into the pillow. There’s a blanket being thrown over him but he barely notices it. His body suddenly feels very heavy. "I mean, I could fuck you but I-" he yaws "-I really like it up my ass."
It’s silent and dark and Dean lets it overcome him.
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Waking up is disorienting. He’s in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar bedroom. His head is killing him. Grunting, he kicks the blanket off and sees he’s wearing his shirt and boxers. At least he hasn’t done anything he would have to regret. He treads lightly as he opens the bedroom door and walks into the living room. There’s a lump on the couch. A mop of dark hair peeking from under a blanket.
"Oh shit," Dean breathes as the events of last night start coming back to him in flashes. He has to brace himself against the wall because his knees feel weak.
Castiel stirs and opens his blue eyes. "Hello, Dean," he says, voice huskier than Dean remembers.
"Hi, Cas."
Castiel’s smile is small but sweet. "I didn’t expect you to remember my name. How are you feeling?" He sits up and folds the blanket neatly. He looks even better in a gray t-shirt and black boxer briefs than he did in his coat.
"Um. My head feels like it’s going to explode every minute," Dean admits. He´s trying not to stare at Cas´ muscular thighs while the man walks towards him.
"Let’s get you some water and Advil and I’ll make some breakfast."
"Wait," Dean stops him by grabbing his shoulder. The muscles under his palm feel incredibly firm. "I want to thank you. You saved me from doing something very stupid."
"You had a rough day. I was worried somebody would take advantage of you."
When he imagines what could have happened to him if he addressed somebody else than Castiel, it gives him goosebumps.
"Thank you."
"It’s nothing," Cas says and pats Dean’s hand that is still resting on his shoulder. The wedding ring on his finger glistens in the morning sun.
"What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"
Dean grins. "I say hell yeah."
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They have a nice breakfast. Castiel is a decent cook and a very nice company. Dean learns the basics about him. What does he do for a living, where he grew up and how he spends his free time.
"Thank you once again, Cas," Dean says in the doorway when it’s time for him to leave.
"Goodbye, Dean. I hope that... that things get better for you soon."
"Yeah," Dean sighs. It hurts every time his mind as much as brushes the thought of Cassie. He’s not looking forward to seeing his empty apartment. "Goodbye."
"Oh wait!" Cas stops him. Dean almost forgot about the ring still sitting snuggly on Cas’ finger. Castiel tugs at it but it won’t move past his knuckle.
"Fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll get some soap and-"
Dean wraps his hand around Castiel’s. Cas looks at him with surprise in his beautiful eyes.
"You know what? I owe you a meal at least. Let’s meet tonight. I’ll pick you up at six. You can give me the ring then."
Cas nods hesitantly. "Alright. At six."
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When Dean picks him up, Castiel is still wearing the ring. He doesn’t give it back that night, too busy kissing Dean. He doesn’t give it back on their second date either because things get heated fast. He doesn´t give it back the morning after, nor the next morning or any other morning they wake up in the same bed.
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Castiel blinks sleepily at Dean as Dean plays with his hand. "It’s been a year," Dean says, running the pad of his thumb over the stone of the ring. A year since they met. Six months since Dean moved in with Cas.
"Hmm." Cas turns to his side and nuzzles at Dean’s neck. "Maybe we should get married. It’s too late to give it back now."
With his heart beating hard, Dean wraps his arms around his boyfriend and squeezes him tight. "Yeah, we should."
"But not in Vegas. I want a proper wedding."
Dean laughs. "Of course. I can’t wait for you to turn into a bridezilla."
Cas pinches his side which makes Dean squeal and laugh. Castiel waits patiently for him to calm down before he kisses him breathless.
Combining two prompts- Dean has too much to drink and decides to crash in Cas’ bed. Castiel, seeing Dean so open and not to mention drunk, decides to confess his feelings for the hunter.
Between the six pack he’d polished off earlier and the bottle of whiskey he was currently working on, Dean Winchester came up with the best idea he’d ever had.
He snickered to himself as he wobbled down the hallway, using the chipped wall for balance. His bleary eyes scanned the room numbers on the doors until he found the one he wanted. Smirking to himself, he let himself into Castiel’s room without knocking. It looked the same as it always did- plain, with no touch of personal details which made Dean frown a little.
He stumbled through the doorway and plopped himself down onto the soft bed, making the bottle in his hand slosh. He looked down at it and grinned.
“Almost forgot you were here,” he mumbled before taking a long drink. He grimaced at the burn and set the half empty bottle on the floor before falling back onto the bed. He shimmied his way up to the head of the bed and smashed his face into the pillow, inhaling deeply.
“Smells like rain ‘n sunshine.” He snorted at himself and pressed his nose further into the fabric. “’S no s’nshine when it rains.”
“On the contrary,” a voice called from across the room. Dean stilled instantly and held his breath. “It’s often sunny when it rains. It produces vibrant rainbows.”
Dean turned his head to the side and cracked one eye open, trying to focus on the voice. Castiel was sitting at the small desk against the wall with a book open in his lap. “Di’nt know you were in here.”
Castiel bit his lower lip, holding back a smile. “I assumed as much.” He cocked his head to the side and stared at Dean. “Why are you in my room, Dean?”
Dean pushed himself up into a seated position on the bed, reaching his arm out for balance. “Like I said, didn’t know you were in here.”
“Do you make it a habit of entering my room when you think I’m not here?” Castiel closed the book and tossed it on the desk.
“No,” Dean said quickly. “I uh---thought this was my room. Tryin’ to sleep one off.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Castiel eyed the bottle on the floor then looked back to Dean. “Are you celebrating?”
Dean scoffed and picked at a loose thread on the blanket. “Yup. Celebratin’ bein’ alive.”
Castiel pulled his eyebrows together. “Yes, Sam said you had a rough hunt earlier. Would you like to talk about it?”
Dean shook his head and closed his eyes. “Nope. M’good. All good here, man.”
Castiel stood up and crossed the room, coming to sit next to Dean on the bed. “Dean, you know you can tell me anything.”
Running a hand down his face, Dean sighed. “Don’t feel like talkin’, Cas. Just need some shut eye.”
“Alright,” Castiel whispered. He stood and shucked off his trench coat and his suit coat, unbuttoning his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up.
“What’re you doin’?” Dean asked, watching Castiel with wide eyes.
Castiel looked at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s well past 3 am. I also find myself in need of some ‘shut eye’.” He toed off his shoes and sat on the bed.
“Angels don’t get tired.”
Castiel pursed his lips before laying back on the bed, sprawling out on one side. “No. We don’t.” He patted the open space next to him and watched a variety of emotions flicker over Deans face.
Dean sighed heavily and yanked his flannel off and tossed it on the floor. He flopped down on the bed next to Castiel, making sure to leave some space between them. Within minutes, Dean’s eyes closed with a flutter.
Castiel smiled and carefully lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush gently across Dean’s forehead.
“You....are the strongest man I’ve ever know,” he whispered. “I’ve been alive for longer than you can possibly fathom. I’ve known sorrow, and happiness. I’ve known what it feels like to lose and to triumph.” Castiel let his fingers drift through Dean’s hair and down the back of his neck. “I thought I had experienced every emotion possible in my time, but never this. Never known what it was like to truly love someone.”
Dean stirred lightly in his sleep, nuzzling closer to the angel. He let out a deep sigh before he stilled.
Castiel smiled fondly and let his hand come around to cup Dean’s cheek.
“I love you, Dean Winchester,” he barely whispered. “I love you fiercely and without judgement. With everything I am, I love you.” Castiel leaned in and kissed Dean’s forehead carefully. “And I always will.”
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The next morning Dean finds Castiel sitting in the kitchen, holding a mug of steaming coffee.
“Mornin’,” Dean drawled.
Castiel looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Good morning, Dean. Sleep well?”
Dean poured himself a cup of coffee and went to sit next to the angel.
“Y’know, I had a little trouble getting to sleep, but after I did, I slept like the dead.”
“Really?” Castiel asked with a raised eyebrow. “From what I remember you fell asleep rather quickly.”
Dean tapped his fingers on the counter and shook his head. “Ya see? I thought I was gonna, but just before I fell asleep somethin’ kept me awake.” He looked into Castiel’s wide eyes.
“Dean, I---”
“I love you fiercely and without judgement.” Dean reached his hand out and gripped the angels. “Castiel, with everything I am, I love you. I love you too, Cas. I love yo---”
Castiel leaned forward and pressed their mouths together. He felt Dean’s hands wind the in the lapels of his jacket and haul him forward.
“I love you,” Castiel breathed between kisses. “More than anything in this world.”
Dean smiled against the angels mouth. “I love you, too.”
