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The days start near or below freezing; at least, when Castiel wakes up and dresses for work he’s found it’s necessary to wear extra layers. By the time he gets home in the afternoon, most of those layers have been shed. This is his favorite time of the year; Autumn. It’s not too cold to spend time outside with his family, and the colors make him feel cozy and happy. There’s both crunchy leaves and crisp, dry days, and then cool rain, gray and dark all the day long. The latter are perfect for warm cider or hot chocolate, a book or Jack’s favorite movie of the week after a hearty meal.
Yes, autumn is the perfect season.
Castiel wakes before the sun, and creeps around the dark house so as not to disturb anyone else. He brews enough coffee for himself and leaves some extra like always. He takes his lunch from the fridge that’s been lovingly packed separate from other leftovers and puts it in his lunchbox, then slips into the garage to get in his car and go. It’s 34 degrees this morning. The house is completely dark when he drives away.
It’s turning out to be a busy day, so he’s barely got the time for anything besides work. Lectures, midterms, office hours full of students realizing that since the add/drop deadline has passed, they’ve got to get serious if they’re going to keep up their grades. Castiel teaches a handful of 100 and 200 level courses, but doesn’t have the patience for slackers who sign up for a religion and theology class to turn in a few BS essays and take an easy A. It’s Monday, so he sits in on RELS600 at the request of his colleague who teaches the class. Not that he doesn’t already have enough to do, but he enjoys the discussion, and Donatello tells him it’s good preparation for when the University gives him higher-level courses.
The class of seven has just gotten back their midterm papers and the class is directed on the discussion of them. Castiel listens intently while an outspoken young woman suggests that death is the catalyst for creating sacred space, while a younger student argues that’s too reductionist, but the woman is armed with examples. The conversation turns to sacred spaces separate from religion and attitudes towards death shaping the experience of religious spaces. In the last few minutes, the mood shifts when the night’s holiday is brought up, and everyone shares their plans for Halloween. Most of them are going to read or study, and Donatello reminds them that the week’s reading is centered around the holiday, so they have plenty of appropriate reading material for the night.
True to the latest weather patterns, it’s warm enough when he gets home that he strips off his sweater when he gets out of the car. The garage is open and there’s boxes spread all around where Castiel would normally park, so he leaves his car in the driveway. He’s barely got the car door shut when he hears a squealing, “Da-deee!” and sees a tiny black and yellow ball emerge from behind some junk inside the garage. He drops his bag and kneels down to swoop the little boy into his arms.
“You’re a bumblebee!” He exclaims. “Look at you, you’re the cutest bee I’ve ever seen!” He squeezes the little boy and presses a kiss to the chubby cheek smeared with something brown. “Jack, have you been eating chocolate?” He asks, to which Jack just grins and covers his eyes with his hands.
“Buzz! ” Jack opens his arms and looks down at the fluffy costume.
“That’s right Jack. The bee says buzz.” Comes a voice from deep inside the garage.
Castiel sets Jack down to gather his things and peeks inside. “That’s a new word.”
“We’ve been practicing.” Standing in the back, hands propping himself against a shelf full of boxes, is his husband. He watches Jack amble through the maze of boxes he’s strewn all over the place and then pushes himself off to stand up straight. Still just as beautiful as the first day he saw him leaning against the bar, all swagger and whiskey breath and cool confidence, Castiel works his way around the mess to wrap his arms around Dean’s waist and kiss his waiting lips.
“You’ve made quite the mess in here.” He says after pulling his face back and turning his head to the side while Dean gives a peck to his earlobe.
“I’m looking for our old costumes.” Dean quickly turns back to the shelf. “I know they’re in here somewhere. I’d never throw away your sexy little pirate number.”
Castiel gives Dean a playful shove. “I am not wearing that to take our son Trick-or-Treating. That was hardly appropriate in college and it’s even less so now.”
“We could have modified it!” Dean snakes his arm around and grabs a handful of Cas’ ass. “Maybe it wasn’t appropriate, but it certainly looked good on you.” He lowers his voice to a sultry sound. “God, just thinking about it is making me salivate.”
Castiel rolls his eyes and swats his hand away, but then remembers exactly how Halloween night went eight years ago.
He was trying to make Dean jealous, or make him notice him, something . Dean had been flirting with him for months and showing up at his earliest post-grad class with two coffees in hand for weeks but hadn’t asked him out. Castiel dropped every hint that he’d wanted to go out with him—he’d asked him plainly after a while but Dean had said it wasn’t the right time—so he waited and tried everything to get Dean to realize what he was missing out on.
Halloween, 2014—three months after they first met—Castiel got his chance. He got input from the only person he trusted enough to dress him like sin, Charlie Bradbury. She was forced to listen to him whine for two straight months that Dean was too busy with his new business to date, and all he wanted was for a chance to kiss those perfect lips. Charlie took the opportunity to do what she does best—she was a serious cosplayer and had just about anything you’d need to dress up, and she promised Cas satisfaction or his money back.
He wasn’t convinced at first—he showed up to her apartment and she’d had a corset waiting for him. “Charlie, I wanted to be a sexy pirate, not Elizabeth Swan.”
“You need to trust the process. I promise you will get noticed by at least one pretty bartender tonight.”
She was absolutely correct. The corset-vest really accentuated his figure and almost made him look a little more buff than he felt he was. He wore nothing under it, and the neckline plunged to show half his pecks. Charlie dusted his chest with makeup to make him look grungy, rubbed plenty of eyeliner on his face and used gel to make his hair look like it did when he first rolled out of bed, but he trusted the process. He wore a long, heavy jacket over everything—which Charlie instructed him to take off once he got Dean’s attention—and his pants were the tightest fucking thing he’d ever put on.
“Charlie, you can see my underwear lines.” He felt a little ridiculous and definitely exposed.
“Then take them off!” She’d rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you hoping the night ends without any clothes on, anyway?”
He’d done it, but was certain anybody really looking could see everything he was born with.
When she was done, she took a step back and admired her work. “Damn, Cas. You know I’ve never been one to check out a guy, but I’m definitely giving you a double take.”
So the plan was in motion. Dean owned the bar known for its halloween celebrations, and Cas was going to make him see everything he had to offer. Literally, everything.
Dean wasn’t in costume. He was working, and Rocky’s was incredibly busy. He didn’t even notice Cas and Charlie when they first got there, and they were served by another bartender dressed as a vampire. Well, sort of. He wore his normal clothes but had vampire teeth and fake blood on his chin and undershirt. It was subtle, but still some effort. Dean wore his regular dark t-shirt and flannel combo, with a rag over his shoulder while he churned out drink after drink. Finally, when most people had been served and the crowd had moved to the other side of the bar, a seat opened up near Dean’s workspace and Charlie shoved him into position.
“Hey! You made it. Great costume.” The jacket was covering most of it, and Castiel nodded in Charlie’s direction. “It was all my friend. It’s kind of a hobby for her.” He glances around, feeling a little self-conscious. “It’s warm in here!” He says over the music. When Dean looked up from his hands behind the counter, Castiel sprung into action. He stood, because the jacket was long enough for him to have been sitting on it, and he shrugged it off and folded it carefully over his arm before sitting back down and taking a swig of his drink.
Dean looked like he was rebooting his brain. His eyes were locked on Castiel’s chest and his hands fumbled the bottle and glass he was holding. He blinked several times before looking away, with a blush covering his cheeks. “You working all night?” Castiel asked.
Dean took a small step back and Castiel could see his eyes moving all over his body. Before, he’d felt a little exposed, but with Dean looking at him like that, he felt comfortable and in control. “No, I was gonna—” He paused when Castiel leaned a little to hear him better. “—my little brother is having a party. Might catch the tail end of that.”
“Sam, right? Pre-law?”
Dean nodded, and his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. “That’s right. You could come. If you want. If it’s okay with your friend.”
Castiel glanced over to where Charlie was already kissing a girl dressed as Dorothy from Oz. “At this point I think she’d be okay with it.”
“Awesome. I’m, uh, clocking out in about thirty minutes. Gotta go punch some numbers upstairs after I finish up here.”
Castiel nodded. “I’ll be waiting.” He lifted his drink and stood, ready for the last bit of his costume to catch Dean’s attention as he walked away. With all of his self-restraint, he did not look back to see if Dean was watching.
Dean came to find him soon enough. It wasn’t quite thirty minutes, But he grabbed Cas by the arm and Cas threw the jacket at Charlie as the two walked away. Dean didn’t take him out the front door, or even the back. “It’ll just be a minute.” He explained when he pulled Castiel up the narrow stairs to his office. It was a small, well-organized room with a large desk facing the door. Dean quickly cleared the desk of stray papers and tucked them into a drawer. He leaned over, resting his weight on his hands with his head down. Castiel leaned back against the far wall, unsure what Dean was doing but determined not to drop the persona he’d donned for the night. Halloween was all about being sexy, right?
“Close the door.” Dean said.
Cas’ heart hammered and he kept his face calm while he did so slowly. He took two agonizing steps to the center of the room while Dean stood up straight, his face flushed and his bottom lip clamped between his teeth.
“You said you have some paperwork to do.” Cas kept his tone even but he let his eyes rake up and down Dean’s frame.
“Yeah, turns out there’s not as much as I thought.”
“Hm.” He takes a step closer.
“So I guess…”
“You guess?” He wet his own lips and kept his gaze wandering on Dean’s body. When he reached the button of Dean’s pants, he stayed. Let Dean interpret that as he wanted.
Dean closed the gap, pulling Castiel into an urgent kiss. Cas grabbed hold of Dean’s collar while Dean ran his palms over the tight fabric on his back. Dean opened his mouth and grasped Cas’ bottom lip between his teeth and ran his tongue along the opening of Cas’ mouth. He tasted sweet, with a tiny hint of wheat from beer. Castiel pushed into him, grinding his crotch into Dean’s hip while slotting his thigh between Dean’s legs. Dean groaned into his mouth and his hands slipped down to his ass. He grabbed two handfuls and kneaded the muscle while Castiel kept the pressure of his leg against the white-hot line growing on Dean.
He broke away to bite at Dean’s ear, nosing his way to his neck and listening to Dean’s breaths become louder. “You fucker.” He said when Cas reached under his shirt to feel his freckled skin. “You planned this.” Castiel nipped at the spot below his ear and Dean’s hips bucked into him.
Castiel pulled back enough to face Dean and bring one hand to his face. His thumb ran over Dean’s lips and the man instinctively opened his mouth and sucked the digit in. He smirked as he watched Dean suck on his finger. “I did. Do you have a problem with that?”
Dean’s hips moved against his again and he released Cas’ thumb with a pop of his lips. “Not even a little bit.” His green eyes sparkled in the low lighting of the room, and Castiel couldn't believe how beautiful he looked, and that his plan had actually worked.
Their lips met again and Cas pushed Dean’s outer layer off his shoulders and kept the pressure of his thigh against Dean’s dick, which by then was straining against the fabric that contained him. Similarly, Cas was pulling on the spandex of his pirate pants, and they felt like they might just have exploded from the little room his erection was leaving. Dean was the first to move to free him from the confines of his clothing and break away to look as he took Cas in his hand and tugged his pants down. “Shit .” He muttered as he swiped his thumb over the head. “You’re big.”
Castiel laughed into his shoulder and reached to unbutton Dean’s pants. “I’ve been waiting to show it to you. I figured if you saw me you’d stop being such a tease and let me fuck you.”
Dean closed his fist around Castiel and kissed him roughly. “Fuck you. I’ve always wanted that.” He says against his lips. “I was just waiting for the right time.”
Having worked Dean’s fly open, Castiel pulled away to spit into his hand before diving back and working Dean’s cock immediately.
“Oh, fuck!” Dean rocked his body into Cas’ hand.
“Is now a good time for you?” He asked when Dean’s head rolled back and he started panting.
Dean groaned. “S’good—now’s good—it’s a good time.” He choked out while Castiel kept up in swift, even strokes.
He worked Dean’s cock while Dean gripped the desk behind him and bared his neck—not intentionally, but Cas took it as an opportunity to kiss his skin and listen to Dean moan and mutter obscenities. When his hand went dry, he brought his palm up to Dean’s face.
“Spit.” He said.
Dean spat. Castiel resumed and Dean’s eyes rolled back into his head. “Shit. Fuck, oh fuck, Cas, I’m not gonna last.”
Castiel ignored him to keep nibbling at the sensitive spot on his neck, but the sound of Dean whimpering as he got close sent a renewed wave of arousal through him. He rubbed his neglected cock against whatever part of Dean he could and sighed when he found the friction he wanted.
“Cas .” Dean whined in warning.
Castiel lifted his mouth to Dean’s ear. “Come for me, Dean.” Dean gasped and Cas felt him jerk in his hand. One, two, three, four more times while he gently slowed his pumping to allow for Dean to ride it out. “That’s perfect, Dean. So good.”
When they came apart, Dean grabbed a rag for Cas’ hand and then pushed him against the wall with both hands. Sinking to his knees, he looked up through his long eyelashes. “You were right about this.” He said, wrapping one hand around the base of Cas’ cock.
“Hm?” He combed his fingers through Dean’s hair.
“Now that I’ve seen it, I’ll never be able to resist it.” He dove in, leaving almost no time for Cas to adjust to the wet heat of his mouth. It was perfect. After weeks of fantasizing about this moment it was happening—and it was better than he ever imagined. Dean sucked like his life depended it. He bobbed forward and back, hollowing his cheeks and letting spit dribble down his chin.
Cas babbled incoherently, meaning to make dirty little phrases to praise Dean for his incredible skills with his mouth but the words got jumbled while Dean sucked his soul out through his dick. He gripped the back of Dean’s head and leaned into him, feeling the dim warmth bubble up in his core until it heated to a boil. Dean remained in perfect position, never breaking his pace while Castiel held him by the hair and his breathing quickened.
Eventually, Dean pulled back to rub his tongue in circles around the head, and then adjusted his jaw slightly and pushed his face forward until his nose made contact with Cas’ pubic hair and he gave a broken shout before Dean reeled back and did it again. Chest heaving, Cas moaned wildly while Dean pulled him as far into his mouth as possible. “Dean, Dean!” Was all the warning he could give before the flames roared and washed over him completely, and he felt Dean swallowing around him as he shot his load directly down his throat. Dean didn’t pop off until he’d milked every last drop out of him, and he would have collapsed if he didn’t have the wall behind him holding him up.
He pulled Dean up to stand, and kissed him slow and messy. “So, should we head over to your brother’s?”
“Earth to Castiel.” Dean waves an arm in front of his face. Jack is clinging onto his leg and reaching up, asking to be held.
“Sorry. I was thinking.”
Dean gives him a side eye. “About your pirate costume?”
Castiel doesn’t answer, just picks up their son and allows him to put his sticky hands on his face. “Jack, did your dad give you candy already?” He asks accusingly.
“Tandy.” Jack repeats. Castiel looks at Dean with a slight frown.
“Come on, it’s Halloween.” Dean defends. “Let the kid live a little.”
Castiel swipes at the chocolate on Jack’s face and decides he needs a wet washcloth. “You’re dealing with the sugar-induced mania later.” He says as he passes Dean and goes into the house. “Come on, Jack. Let’s get you cleaned up before dinner.”
“I’m going to find that corset thing!” Dean calls behind him while Castiel chuckles.
Dinner is chili and cornbread. Dean’s an amazing cook, and since the dish is a little spicy he mixes yogurt and rice in Jack’s bowl before serving him. He’s got solutions like that for everything, whereas Castiel can barely make Jack pre-packaged mac and cheese. Unfortunately, Dean must have let Jack eat a substantial amount of candy because he wears more of his food than he eats and laughs so hard he hiccups and drops his sippy cup.
They finish their food quickly and Dean wrestles with a wiggly toddler to wipe chili off his face and put the final piece of his costume on: a hat with two antennae sticking up. “What do you say, Mr. Bee?”
“Buzz!” Jack exclaims.
While Cas cleans up after dinner, Dean brings a plastic grocery back into the kitchen. “These are for us.” He sets them on the counter and Cas peeks inside.
“An angel and a demon?” He raises one eyebrow at his husband. A couple of simple pieces to each; wings and halo, and horns and pitchfork.
He shrugs. “I’ve never been very good at picking costumes. Which one do you want?”
“The angel.” He pulls out the tiny white wings and halo. “Hey, you did better than me. Without Charlie to dress me, my costumes have become nonexistent.” He tucks his arms into the wing straps and fastens the halo of his head. “I guess you didn’t find my pirate clothes.”
Dean crosses his arms and leans back on the fridge. “I didn’t say that.”
Castiel faces him and his face twitches into a smile. “Oh?”
“I thought we could do a little dress-up after we get the bee in his hive for the night.”
Castiel pulls him into his arms and kisses him while Dean taps the wings on his back with his pitchfork. “I’d say good luck getting that done before I fall asleep. He’s running on nothing but sugar right now.” He tucks his face into Dean’s neck and breathes in the familiar scent of him, mixed with the spices of the chili he’d cooked. “Happy anniversary.”
Dean peppers kisses on his jaw and holds him tight. “Thank you for wearing that costume and strutting into my bar.”
“I had to do something, I was beginning to think you’d never notice me.” He props his arms against Dean’s chest and studies the freckles on his nose. “Took you long enough to get your head out of your ass.”
Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” A kiss. “I was playing hard to get. See if you were really into me, or if you’d lose interest.”
Castiel is about to make a comment about his interests when Jack comes barreling through the kitchen and smacks right into their legs.
“Alright, kid. Let’s get you your bag and hit the road.” Dean pulls away to stop Jack from running straight into an open cabinet, and the boy laughs hysterically.
On the walk down the street, Dean gets Jack riled up again by swinging him by his arms while they walk.
“You really shouldn’t do that. You can damage his shoulders.” He tells him, but he’s smiling at the sound of their son’s happy squeals.
“Jack, your daddy is no fun. First he says no candy, then he—” He stops when Castiel gives him a little shove.
As they round the corner to the next street, Jack takes off for the house one removed from the corner when he sees a tall man playing tug-o-war with his dog over a ratty braided toy.
“Dam!” Jack yells as his little legs take him as fast as they can towards his uncle’s house.
“I hope he never grows out of calling him that.” Dean comments.
Castiel rolls his eyes. “You’re so immature.” But he smiles as he listens to Jack mispronounce Sam’s name again.
Sam drops the dog toy and kneels down to wait for Jack to run right into his arms. “Jack! You’re a bumble bee!” He immediately stands and throws the boy up in the air, which is sickeningly high considering Sam stands at nearly six and a half feet tall. “Are you ready to go Trick-or-Treating?”
“Tandy!” Jack replies.
“That’s right, you get all the candy you could possibly want. Come on, let’s go get your Aunt Eileen out here.” Sam props the boy on his hip and heads inside the house with Miracle on his heels. He comes out moments later with a very pregnant Eileen, who’s now got Jack in her arms while he pats her belly.
The five of them set off together down the street, with Jack toddling just ahead of them dragging a cloth bag behind him. Cas and Dean are hand-in-hand as well as the other couple, who have decided against costumes this year. Dean teases them for it, and Sam snaps back that adults aren’t required to dress up if they’ve got a kid with them.
“Yeah, but if it weren’t for costumes Cas and I wouldn’t have gotten married.” He signs as he talks and Sam groans.
“Spare us the story.” Eileen signs back. “We don’t need to hear it again. We were there.”
Castiel feels a little warmth in his cheeks. Sure, they leave parts out of the story, but the idea is the same: Dean finally agreed to date him after seeing Cas on halloween night. They showed up to Sam’s party for a brief period before going to Dean’s to continue what they’d been getting into in the upstairs office at Rocky’s. So, Sam and Eileen had seen the infamous pirate costume, sans jacket. He feels a little embarrassed about that, but the end goal was worth whatever ridiculous getup he put on to seduce the man he’d been pining after since the moment he first saw him.
Jack comes back to his dads when they get to the first house on the block, suddenly feeling shy about approaching a stranger for candy. Dean is effortlessly calm and patient as he carries the little boy to the front porch and helps him open his bag. When prompted to say the magic words, Jack digs his face into Dean’s shoulder and the woman croons at him and drops two pieces of candy in his bag. The next house belongs to Missouri Mosely, and her granddaughter Patience. Jack has no trouble asking for candy from them, since Patience babysits him regularly outside of daycare hours when Dean has to be at Rocky’s during Castiel’s evening class. Missouri dotes on him like her own grandchild, and he gets an extra-special goody bag Missouri’s made especially for him. It’s filled with little trinkets and a few mini peanut butter cups.
“What do you say, Jack?”
“Buzz!”
Everyone laughs while Dean says, “I was going for ‘thank you’ but I’ll take it.”
Jack finds the confidence to wiggle out of Dean’s arms and go running for the next house and Missouri and Patience wave good-bye to the adults and blow kisses at the bumble bee. After accompanying him up to the door of the next few houses, Castiel hangs back with Sam and Eileen while Dean waits halfway up the walk for Jack to bounce towards the homeowners and their bowls of candy. Each time, he thanks them with a “buzz! ” and takes off for the yard. Dean takes this opportunity to chase him and snatch him up and each time Jack howls with laughter when he’s caught.
“He should sleep good tonight.” Sam somments and Eileen nods and shakes her fist in agreement.
“Never say that.” Cas warns. “Especially when yours is here. Never hope or expect them to sleep well, they can sense when you want it most and they will do the opposite.”
They laugh, but Castiel wishes they knew just how serious he is. Oh well, they’ll find out eventually.
After they round a corner and head back towards their house, Jack starts to whine and doesn’t want to run up to any more houses. As they get closer to home, his whines turn into cries and he rips his antenna hat off and Sam and Eileen break off and head home. Castiel carries Jack and rubs his back while Dean peeks in his bag. “You did good tonight, kid.” He says, unwrapping a piece and popping it in his mouth.
“Noooo!” Jack cries. Seeing his dad take his parent tax of candy sends him into a tantrum and nothing Castiel does will console him, so he throws him on his shoulder and sends Dean a cold look.
Dean’s eyes widen. “How was I supposed to know he wouldn’t share?” He offers another piece to the wailing little boy and Cas shoos his hand away.
"Seriously? He doesn't need any more right now."
Jack calms a little when they get back to their house, but the crying picks up again when Cas tries to coax him out of his costume. “This is your doing.” He hisses at Dean when Jack flops onto the floor once he’s been undressed. “Come on, Jack. We’ve got to get in the bath.”
“Aw, let’s skip it tonight. He’s clearly tired.”
“He was rolling around in the dirty garage and then touched about twenty people’s front porches. He needs a rinse at least!” Castiel grabs the wilting toddler by his armpits while Dean goes ahead of them to start the bath.
Jack calms a little in the water, and Cas leaves the two in the bathroom to grab a diaper and clean set of pajamas. The crying starts up again when Dean pulls the drain and he hears them wrestle with teeth-brushing. He tries not to grin when Dean brings the screaming, naked toddler in, slung over his shoulder while he kicks and thrashes.
He would leave Dean to suffer the consequences of his decisions, but he truly cherishes their bedtime routine. He’s waiting next to Jack’s tiny bed with his favorite bedtime book, I Will Love You Till the Cows Come Home. It’s a soothing, sweet poem and Jack particularly likes the page with the whale covering both pages, and Cas lets him hold the book and turn the pages because by now, he’s got the thing memorized.
He’s about to tell Dean they can limit the stories to one book tonight, but Dean is already standing with Barnyard Dance ready to go. He insists on acting out the dance moves described, which never fails to make their son giggle and try to copy him.
“Dean, we just got him settled.”
“Stomp your feet, clap your hands, everybody ready for a barnyard dance! ” Dean’s already begun, so Castiel watches while Jack stays still in his spot, a soft smile on his face while his eyelids flutter slowly.
“Goodnight, Jack.” He presses one more kiss to his forehead and Dean follows suit. When they walk out, Jack starts crying again. “This one’s all you.” He claps Dean’s shoulder as he scurries out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to assess any mess left behind from the little tornado Jack turned into that evening. He picks up bath toys thrown on the floor and wipes up standing water then hangs up the towel and caps the toothpaste.
In the hall, he picks up the forgotten bee costume and candy that got dropped while trying to negotiate. When he gets to the kitchen, he realizes he’s still wearing his wings, whereas his halo and Dean’s demon horns had been tossed off sometime during the struggle. “Aw, don’t take them off. They suit you.”
He smirks and pulls them off anyway. “Thanks to you, I was less angel-like and more the mean parent because someone had to limit the candy consumed tonight.”
Dean sighs. “Aw, but see, that’s why you’re my angel. You’re a little stickler for the rules.”
Cas shakes his head and sets the costume pieces into a pile. “Do you have to go to Rocky’s?”
Dean nods. “For a little bit, anyway. Jo’s there, so at least I know the place hasn’t burned down yet tonight.” He jingles his keys and comes in for a quick kiss. “She’s closing up, so I shouldn’t be too long.”
“I love you.” He says as Dean heads for the door and dons his demon horns again.
“Love you too.” He stops with the door half open to say, “hey, if you’re gonna wait up for me, I put your pirate vest on your dresser.”
Cas snorts. “Go to work, Dean!” Dean laughs and leaves the house.
It’s fifty-fifty most nights, and Cas is used to Dean saying he’s only got a little bit of work to do and not coming back until the wee hours of the morning. Usually he just gets distracted talking to a patron, or he and Jo or Pamela take shots together and he’s got to wait until he sobers up enough to drive home. It bothered him when they first got together, but he soon realized Dean is just too social and Rocky’s is his pride and joy so he puts as much of himself he can into it. It was definitely hard after Jack was born and they were learning to adjust to this new human in their care, but Benny had quickly stepped up to take over most of the behind-the-scenes work, and Jo and Pamela took over co-managing the bar side. Now, Dean hardly needs to be present at Rocky’s, but he still enjoys spending time behind the counter serving drinks and filling in for any work that needs to be done.
Tonight, Benny has the night off and Dean needed to ensure things were running smoothly and probably to make a few of their signature halloween cocktails for his loyal customers.
Castiel isn’t expecting him to be home before eleven, so when he feels his eyelids drooping while he reads in bed, he turns out the light and rolls over to go to sleep.
He’s barely gotten himself comfortable when the bed sinks towards the middle and he’s drawn to the other side where Dean looms over him. “Looks like I wasn’t quick enough.” He says, pushing Cas’ hair away to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Mhm,” he sounds as he rolls over. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
Dean chuckles. “Am I really that unreliable?”
Castiel shakes his head and brings both hands up to cup his face. “More like, distractible.”
“I’ll tell you what I can’t be distracted from.” He whispers, pushing himself under the covers and dropping his arm around Castiel’s waist and pulling him close. Dean nuzzles into the crook of his neck and Cas lets his eyes close again, and more than a few moments pass before he hears Dean’s breathing slow.
“Hey, I think you got distracted again.” He says softly.
“Yeah, I must be getting old or something. You cannot let me get this cozy if you want me to follow through with sex.” He hugs him tighter and takes a deep breath.
Castiel is too tired to laugh, so he adjusts his position slightly while taking hold of Dean’s hand over his belly. “Goodnight, Dean.”
Dean doesn’t say it back, but after Cas starts sinking into slumber he hears Dean mumble, “Thanks for being a sexy pirate eight years ago.”
He’s not sure if he responds out loud, but he’s sure Dean knows he’s glad he did it.