Perfect (Ed Sheeran-Beyonce)- A Dean and Cas Story: PART TWO
I advise you to go read part one first; it will make more sense then. Anyways, bye my lovelies, have a good time with this. I did too, writing it.
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“Is this it?” Castiel asked, after the song had finished and begun to play once more, and Dean and he had been doing the same step all through, taking a step forward, then following with the other and then doing the same thing to the back, and then to the left, and then to the right.
“No, there’s a lot more.” Dean grinned, almost wolfishly. He unexpectedly moved away from Castiel, tapped his foot thrice, and returned to their original position with his hand around a surprised Castiel. “That’s one. Then there’s this,” he proceeded to demonstrate another step, before again returning to Castiel. “There’s more too.” He winked once, before suddenly dipping Castiel to the back, fastening both his hands like a belt behind Castiel. Castiel returned to his original position, his expression bewildered, and a bit scared. “That’s one of my favorite.”
“Dean!” Castiel reprimanded, the single word containing indignation, annoyance and shock, but his face showing exhilaration. Dean still had his hands around Castiel’s waist; he hadn’t let go and it wasn’t as if Castiel minded. Rather, he leaned into it slightly.
“What?” Dean defended, chuckling playfully. “I thought it was fun!”
“I’ll show you how fun it was.” Castiel growled back, teasingly, and wrapped his hands around Dean, preparing to dip him backwards. He positioned himself properly and leaned towards him to urge him to Keane backwards, but before they knew it, they were faltering and Castiel had almost stumbled. Dean had gripped onto a table right in time to prevent them from falling as a heap onto the ground.
Castiel breathed deeply, his face flushed red, embarrassed to say the least.
Dean was the one to pull Castiel back into the grip, the shorter man hesitant but not putting up a fight, and wrapping his arms around Castiel, he spoke gently, “Hey, hey, man, it’s fine, it happens.”
But it was not fine. Castiel’s face was sullen, his eyes cast downwards. It was not okay. Castiel, the angel of Thursday, who’d fought battles for heaven at a time, had become so weak. So inept. So useless. He was the one who’d raised Dean from perdition. And now, he couldn’t even do a simple dance move. He was human, mortal, he hurt, he couldn’t heal, he’d lost his wings, he’d been banished from heaven, and now he was also inept. Weak. Useless-
“Cas, hey, listen to me.” It was almost as if Dean had heard what Castiel was thinking, like what used to happen the other way around before. He held Castiel closer, the latter’s head now rest on Dean’s shoulder, as if in a really tight hug. “It’s not like you think, okay? You’re not weak, it’s not your problem. I’m heavy, I am, I ate a couple of large pies for lunch. Nobody would be able to dip me right now.” He mumbled, not noticing when his hand had begun to card through Castiel’s hair. “Although you will. I know you will, after you’ve regotten your grace, you can dip me to your heart’s will, I swear, just lemme do it for now.”
Castiel looked up, and Dean’s words had done their magic. He looked at Dean with wide blue eyes, blinking, his eyes peering into Dean’s maple-green eyes. Eyes so beautiful, that he never wished to look away. He could see his own reflection in the black pupils of his eyes, but more importantly, he could see his future. At that moment, he didn’t care about being a human or angel, as long as he was with Dean. The rest of the world didn’t matter. “Dean…”
Darling, just hold my hand,
I’ll be your love, you’ll be my man,
I see my future in your eyes.
“Just lemme be the man for this dance, you can dip me some other time, after you’ve acquired your grace back, and I know it’s gonna happen, you’re gonna return to heaven and you’re gonna have your wings and you’re gonna be an angel again, and…” Dean’s voice trailed off, suddenly turning red, at having been caught in his endearing babbling act, since Castiel stared at him with his big eyes. ‘Fuck,’ Dean said inwardly to himself, knowing for certain that Castiel was perhaps icked by Dean now, he’d come on too strong, completely lost himself in the moment and forgotten that he was…not supposed to…he pulled back abruptly, the walls building up again, and his eyes darting all around the room. “I just meant…”
“Heaven,” Castiel spoke, unthinkingly. He was yet to realise that Dean was fidgeting uncomfortably. “You’re all that I want. You’re all that I need. We’re in heaven.” Castiel raised a hand towards Dean. “We’re in heaven.” His sudden insecurities had vanished at the same rate at which they’d returned. It was miraculous, but then, Dean was miraculous, and around him, miracles like this…just happened.
Dean stumbled a step backwards. His eyes were still unfocused, and there was a weird tremor in his voice. “Bryan Adams.” Castiel had just quoted 'Heaven’ by Bryan Adams, unintentionally or not, Dean had no idea. But still, for Dean, for a person like him, it was difficult to imagine that Cas, an angel, a man so amazing, so good, so brave, could love him as immensely as that. The reality of everything drew at him, and mostly the fact that Castiel couldn’t possibly be in as much love with Dean as he was. “You just quoted Heaven, by Bryan Adams.” He cleared his throat. He turned on his heel, anxious to turn his strawberry-red face away from Castiel, lest he lose control and begin to talk about…feelings and..love…what he felt, it was too difficult. “I might have the record here somewhere.” He begun to fiddle with the
Castiel realised suddenly what had happened. He smiled a small smile, having seen examples of this before. Hadn’t they - what, about fifteen minutes ago? - decided that they wouldn’t pull away this time? But Castiel knew how Dean felt, that was the best thing about their bond, what made it so amazing and profound was that they knew each other so well, understood each other so well, and knew exactly how to handle the other. He cleared his throat, and smiled a small endearing smile at Dean’s turned back. “Heaven is a place on Earth with you.” He spoke. He noticed Dean’s muscles tense, and his hand wander aimlessly at the racks, and he pleasantly - yes, with a smile on his face - imagined how beautifully Dean must be blushing at the moment. “Lana Del Ray. Videogames.” He added, almost playfully, as Dean’s hands begun to move with a purpose again.
“Uh-uh, I’ll search for it too.” Dean muttered.
Castiel drew in a breath, knowing that his plan had worked, because he could feel, somehow, feel that Dean wasn’t angry…just, pulling away for it was a part of Dean’s character. He decided to continue with the plan until Dean responded. “Search for these too.” He began listing songs. “'I’m yours’. By The Script. And 'God gave me you’. 'By your side’. 'Make you feel my love’. 'Perfect’. And…”
Somewhere in between Castiel listing off songs like a pro (He had learnt from the best)-(Metatron installed all that in his brain) something in Dean had clicked. The walls which had come up had gone down. It was too quick, too miraculous for Dean, because his bad moods usually stayed for a couple of days but he guessed things were just different around Castiel. They’d always been. And suddenly, he didn’t care what people would think, or that it was 'Cas’ and he was 'Dean’…he only cared that it was Cas in front of him…and that he, Dean, had been in love with him since forever. He was not gonna lose it. He was not gonna let himself lose it due to his stupidity.
As a natural smile came on his lips, he spoke softly, “That is enough.” He turned to face Castiel, and was slightly surprised seeing the self-assured smile on Castiel’s face, but also pleased. His own fears, worries, and tensions flooded away, as Castiel smiled broader, and once again, raised a hand invitingly. Dean, done with setting up a bunch of songs in order, smoothly slipped into Castiel’s grip. Familiar, and warm, and comfortable, and home. “I added one of my favorites at the top.” He whispered, positioning his own arm around Castiel, his hand moving unpurposefully over and about Castiel’s smooth tuxedo, and ended up leaving it somewhere near the middle, where, Dean had in his imagination, imagined his wings.
“You pulled back from me there. What did I do wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, unnecessarily, as music began to play, and Dean began to take the lead again, and sway the both of them, lazily, from side to side with the beat.
Dean looked tentatively at Castiel, and relaxed seeing that Castiel wasn’t offended, he was just curious. He blinked, his eyes fixed on the pools of blue which were Castiel’s eyes. In the dimly lit Bunker room, his eyes seemed to change colour as the light fell on them in awkward angles. But even though they changed color, they were always just darker or softer shades of blue. Blue. Dean’s favorite color. Blue. Ridiculously blue, as Dean had declared after their first meeting with the angel.
“Nothing. And that irked me.” Dean replied, sincerely, looking back away from Castiel’s eyes, and easing into the grip even more.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,
With you between my arms,
Barefoot on the grass,
Listening to your favorite songs.
Bruno Mars began playing, as the two danced in what was mostly silence, with the occasional sing-along by Dean, and unnecessary but intimate question from Castiel about if he was doing it rightly. Dean had always loved the song, well, it would be appropriate to say he’d loved the song since it was launched because it was pretty new. But he still loved it, despite his frowning-down on most new songs by most new artists as having weird videos and meaningless lyrics. But lyrics…that was the best part about this song.
“'Cause you’re amazing, just the Way you are.” Dean sang aloud, in his gravelly deep voice, directing it fully to Castiel.
Perhaps Castiel blushed, or perhaps Dean imagined it.
“And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a minute.” Dean put his heart into it, matching the beat and pitch perfectly. “'Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.”
“Dean, I’m not amazing.” Castiel confessed, his voice hesitant, shaking his head, knowing Dean’s response, but feeling the need to state the fact. He may have believed that he loved Dean, given in to his passion for him, for his intense love for him, but he couldn’t accept that he, a fallen angel, was amazing. “I’m barely okay, most of the time.”
“Okay, I’m gonna tell you this one more time, and I’m gonna say this properly this time.” Dean sighed, and pulled Castiel in closer, until his head rested against his chest in the most intimate hug ever. “You’re amazing. Yeah, you are great. You make a great human, no doubt, and although you got a few basic concepts of humanhood messed up, you’ve got more humanity than most. And you also make an amazing angel, and there’s no doubts to it. I mean, you’re strong, and brave, and people look up to you with respect, and hope, and admiration. You’re a leader of angels, and you’ve never done a single thing with the wrong motives. Never. Don’t bother to correct me, because I know I’m not wrong,” Dean hadn’t realised he’d begun to blabber, as he did when he wasn’t thinking, just speaking whatever came on his lips. It was one of the best parts of him, to Castiel. The former angel closed his eyes, listening to Dean, and letting the words wash over him.
He may have been repeating himself, but Lord, he meant it. He meant it with every cell in his body. He 'loved’ him, of course he meant it. “And Cas, you’re so, you’re a powerful angel,” Castiel listened, and listened. “And you’re forgiving, and so kind, and you’ve got such a good heart. You are willing to sacrifice yourself for the greater good. You’re selfless, and you always place everything over yourself. And you are good, Cas, you’re so good. You’re a hero, and you’re still so humble, modest. And you’re also fucking gorgeous, so gorgeous that it’s hard for the rest of us,” Dean was literally blabbering now. “I mean, you’re so amazing, that you show up for a date in that amazing tuxedo, all cleaned up and hell, and you look so great, and here I am in a stupid shirt and a trucker. And you look so amazing, you are so amazing, and then there’s me, looking like the mess my life is and then you smile, and I wanna-”
“Enough, Dean.” Castiel looked up, a strange, angelic grace radiating from his eyes when he spoke which bewitched Dean. His voice was Stern, and it wasn’t clear when the change had occurred, but suddenly it was Castiel holding Dean and not the other way round. “You’re not a mess. You look…” His voice trailed away. “The best you’ve ever and always looked in that outfit, and I love that you 'showed up’ in it. It’s more you than any enchanted tux, and you’re in your element, and so beautiful when you’re in it. And you never seem to understand it, but…” His voice died away again, as if failing to articulate what he wanted to tell Dean.
Dean blinked, looking at Castiel earnestly.
It was weird, how swiftly the roles had changed. That was perhaps going to be true the whole life, although neither of them at the moment could’ve guessed it. Their whole life, Dean was going to hold Cas when he needed him to, and then Castiel would talk away Dean’s insecurities and hug his fears away. And it was perfect. Just as if, it was meant to be. And it was.
“You look just as good tonight as you look every night,” Castiel tried, again. “You look perfect.” He finally breathed out, satisfied at having found the correct vocabulary to express himself. Dean loved it when Castiel breathed out a sentence like that, when it was meant completely and only for Dean, and the feeling had always exhilarated him. He was still looking at Castiel, dumbfounded, and Castiel at Dean, smiling.
When you said you looked a mess,
I whispered underneath my breath,
But you heard it,
Darling, you look PERFECT tonight.
Then suddenly, Dean’s arms moved away from around Castiel, and cupped around his face. A fraction of a second later, Castiel hands had moved up, and were around Dean’s neck. Who closed the gap, could not be calculated, but it looked like it was the both of them. Castiel, raising his head, and straining his neck to make it easier for Dean to kiss the shorter man; Dean, bending low and crashing his lips against the other, their lips meeting with force, and passion, which slowly melted as did everything around them. Abandoning their hesitation to 'take it slow’ and giving in to what their hearts wanted since the moment they’d walked into the room, hell, since they’d walked into each other’s lives, and before they knew it, they were kissing. Like they meant it.
“I love you.”
It couldn’t have been clear who said it. Words tended to get mixed up, when they were spoken in kisses into the other’s mouths, and drowned in the emotions which raged through the both of them. Their hands had moved about each other, almost hungrily, in the start, but now they were almost fixed around the other’s head, in a won’t-pull-away notion respectively. Both of them had their eyes closed, and lips moved in perfect synchrony, as they refused to let go. Stubbornly refuse to let go of the other. They wanted each other, they needed each other, and they loved each other. And finally, they had each other. They would never leave each other.
“I love you too.”
And 'Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran begun to play, as they muttered heated promises against each other’s skin, about how they would never let go, and they never did let go. Not completely. It was 'it’. For eternity. For ever. Forever.
I found a love,
For me,
Darling just dive right in, follow my lead.
I found a love,
Beautiful and sweet,
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.
For we were just kids when we fell in love,
Not knowing what it was,
I will not give you up this time.
Darling, just hold my hand,
I’ll be your love, you’ll be my man,
I see my future in your eyes.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,
With you between my arms,
Barefoot on the grass,
Listening to our favorite songs.
When you said you looked a mess,
I whispered underneath my breath,
But you heard it,
Darling, you look PERFECT tonight.
PERFECT.