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“Cas?” he breathes, heart threatening to stop in his chest.
“Hello, Dean.” Cas clears his throat, sitting up slowly.
“H–how?” Dean’s hands fall limply in his lap. He’s completely drained. This isn’t real, this is a delusion. “I watched you die.”
“Did you?” Cas asks, reaching up to brush some plaster from his hair.
“I… thought I did?” Dean says, shell shocked.
“I’m so sorry.” Cas says reaching out and covering Dean’s hand with his own “I… I’m not really sure what happened but I think I surged?”
“You… what?” Dean licks his lips, slowly he lifts his free hand and brushes his fingertips along Cas’ cheekbone. He’s warm and soft and alive.
“I surged, sort of...” Cas winces, rolling his shoulders like he has a stiff neck. “This sucks, I promise I will never make fun of you for needing time after a big fight.”
“Cas,” Dean’s voice breaks and his nose tingles like he’s going to cry.
“I… I don’t know the full extent of my powers yet, so I don’t have any actual answers for you.”
“But?” Dean prompts, scooting closer, dragging his fingers down Cas’ face and into his hair.
“But… I think I had a power surge and needed to ...reboot?” Cas squints, tilting his head to the side and frowns. “Like, a computer?”
“So, you’re telling me you’re an android now?” Dean huffs a laugh of disbelief.
“Not… exactly?” Cas shrugs and hisses, “But maybe? There might have been some transference when I penetrated into Minerva’s mainframe… I’m.. honestly not sure? I feel like I’m part of it, the computer, like it will listen to me if I ask it to? Does that make sense?”
“Like, a technopath?” Dean blinks. It’s a pretty rare superpower, some genetic deviation of the more well known psychic abilities: technopath, telekinesis, psychometry . The most common, as far as Dean knows, is telepathy. He hasn’t heard of an S-Rank technopath, well, ever. The last one he encountered was a D-Rank working for GeekSquad in his local BestBuy. “I mean that would make the most sense, based on…” Dean gestures to the room around them, the wires poking out of the walls, hanging from the ceiling, but still, everything is up and running… to some degree.
“Ah, yeah… W-would that be a problem?” Cas prompts, his brows furrowed.
“Cas, I wouldn’t fucking care if you were part octopus. You gave me my brother back, you saved us all. You’re amazing.” Finally, Dean leans in and kisses him, a real kiss, pressing into Cas’ space, sliding both of his hands into Cas’ hair and holding his head steady.
Now this. This kiss is a Hollywood blockbuster moment. The sparks and flashes of lights popping around their heads are not special effects and they fade as soon as Cas gets over his initial surprise. He kisses back with fervor, licking into Dean’s mouth and moaning in that low gravel tone of his.
When they finally pull apart Cas is grinning, loopy and loose and Dean wants to scoop him up and take him away from the world.
“That’s a great idea. We need a vacation.” Cas looks around his medical bay and sighs, “Maybe some time to rebuild?”
“Minerva,” Dean says, unable to look away from Cas’ face. “File a request-for-leave form on behalf of Soter and Helios with The Council.”
Cas’ smile spreads and Dean sweeps in to kiss him again, softly pressing their lips together.
“Reason for leave?”
“I don’t care what you put. Tell them we found Sam… Tell them The Hive was attacked and they should expect expenses.” Cas laughs and Dean grins devilishly, running his thumb over Cas’ chin he says more quietly, “Tell them we got married. Tell them whatever you want as long as we’re not getting any assignments for the next few months.”
“Affirmative.”
The low creaky groan from Sam’s medibed has Dean and Cas turning towards the medical table. “Dean….?”
He and Cas lean heavily on one another as they step up to Sam’s bedside. Dean laughs so hard he cries when Sams hazel eyes fix on his, no longer black soulless voids. Sam calls him a jerk and Dean, for once agrees.
“You’ll tell me? Dean asks, slipping his hand into Sam’s. “What happened?”
“Nox. He...he got… infected by that thing, during the invasion? A Virus, I guess. It did something to him, mutated maybe? I don’t know. It drove him kinda crazy, I think, and when The Council sent us techs in to clear the scene… I found him, and he… latched onto me. I guess. He thought that maybe I could save him, us? I don’t know…” Sam starts to cough and Chiron whirrs a warning beep.
“Hey, hey.” Dean soothes, “I didn’t mean now, rest up, we can talk later. You can tell me everything, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.,” Sam croaks, licking his lips. “If you tell me what I missed while I was gone.” His eyes flick pointedly between Dean and Cas before one of his brows arches. Fuck, Dean’s missed him.
Dean chuckles, “Of course, man. All in due time.”
“H–husband?” Sam manages, no judgment in his tone.
“Don’t be silly,” Cas interjects wrapping an arm around Dean's hips and pulling him close. “We’ve only just met. Well, in person anyway. I almost died, you almost died, Minerva did die.... But she’s back now... Maybe, maybe we can come back to this after the adrenaline fades and Dean learns how to make a decent cup of tea...”
“Oh yeah?” Dean smiles “Tea, huh?”
“Affirmative.” Cas grins and Dean swoops in to kiss him again. Cas’ hands slide up Dean’s neck, cupping his jaw, fingers dancing along the edges of his ears….
“What…?” Cas pulls back plucking the wax from Dean’s right ear and frowning at it. “Why?”
“Yeah… about that….” Dean watches realization dawn over Cas’ features. He rolls his eyes, an animated motion that involves his entire head and shoulders.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Cas says and Dean beams.
“Yeah, I am. I’m fucking adorable.”
“You guys are gross, I’m trying to recover from possession here. Would you like… go?” Sam’s eyes droop and Dean rests a hand on his knee.
“We won’t be far,”
“I know, I know…” Sam yawns and the little bot, Chiron, beeps angrily at Dean’s side. He moves and Chiron gives Sam an injection which has him slipping back to sleep.
Many hours later, Dean leans over the edge of the bed and lifts the tablet with his brother’s vitals on it. Everything's good, Sam’s safe, he’s home, and even Nox is recovering. Though, the extent of damage done to Nox’ mental state isn’t clear yet.
“Deeeaan,” Cas groans, rolling over and tossing his arm across Dean’s hips. He’s warm and soft when he presses his bare body against Dean’s. There are Dark bruises curling up from his wrists, wrapping around his forearms from where the cables clung to tightly to him. The sight of them makes Dean’s stomach clench. “I told you, Minerva will notify us immediately if anything changes in either of their conditions.”
“I thought you said that to get me into your bed.” Dean ducks his head feeling sheepish.
“I’d never lie to you. I’d certainly never lie to you about your brother.” Dean can feel Cas’ frown against his shoulder. “Though, had I known getting you into my bed would be this….”
“Amazing? Life changing? Spectacular?” Dean offers, setting the tablet aside and rolling over in the cage of Cas’ arms.
“I was going to say pleasurable, but all of those work as well,” Cas grins and Dean places a kiss to his forehead. “I would have tried a lot harder to get you here sooner.”
“Sure you would have,” Dean jokes, his fingers stroke down Cas’ arm, running gently over the bruises and cuts now adorning his otherwise smooth skin. His concern melts away under a wave of warmth when Cas rolls his hips forward, nestling a leg between Dean’s and pressing a wet kiss to Dean’s shoulder. Cas’ hard dick presses against Dean’s hip and that is a particular problem that Dean is more than willing to handle right now.
With a twist, Dean rolls them until Cas is on his back, bright blue eyes glowing softly up at Dean in the dim light of his bed.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
“You bastard,” Dean growls pulling Cas to him and kissing all over his face and neck and chest.
“Does that make me Leia?”
“I guess so,” Cas says, his voice light, his hands sliding down Dean’s back to cup his ass.
“Eh, I’m good with it. Badass warrior princess turned rebel General? Can’t go wrong.”
Cas laughs, and it’s one of the best sounds Dean’s ever heard him make. Well….there’s one other sound Dean might enjoy more... he dips low, hitching Cas’ legs up and finds where he’s warm and slick and slides home smoothly. Cas arches, eyes fluttering closed; he moans, long and low and yeah… That’s the best sound Dean’s hypersensitive ears have ever heard, and it’s all his.