Fic: Got Me into This
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dauntperplexityTitle: Got Me into This
Author: DauntPerplexity
Rating: PG
Characters and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Genre: Fluff
Spoilers: None
Warnings: kissing
Word Count: 1324
Summary: If Dean ever thought that he wasn’t able to settle down and domesticate himself, all he would have to do was look at the scene he was in at the moment and know it was possible.
Author’s Note: Third in my Vegas!Verse. It’s just a moment of peace before the peace gets shaken up in the next few stories. Comes after That’s What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas.
If Dean ever thought that he wasn’t able to settle down and domesticate himself, all he would have to do was look at the scene he was in and know it was possible.
Then again, he never thought he’d be married, to a man, who was an angel of the Lord. But looking at Castiel in their moments of calm and relaxation, he knew he loved the guy. And he didn’t care who did or didn’t know.
Bobby and Sam knew, and that meant they knew to give the married couple a lot of alone time. That is how the couple found themselves alone in the living room at Bobby’s house whenever it got late enough and they just wanted to relax. Nights like these one happened more often than Dean imagined with the way the world was and he was not about to complain.
Dean laid on the couch in a shirt and boxers while his husband sat, wearing a v-neck gray shirt and sweatpants, on the floor with a book on the coffee table that was pulled to his chest. Dr. Sexy MD was playing on TV, but it was an episode that he had seen at least three times.
He tapped Castiel on the shoulder, and without even asking, Castiel reached across the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and held it up for Dean to grab. All while his eyes never left the page.
Dean grabbed the remote, hating that he had to wait through a commercial and channel surfed. He stopped on a baseball game and waited until just the right time to change back. Even though the game was on, his attention was kept mostly on Castiel right in front of him. He watched as he turned the page and continued to read, not caring that the TV was as loud as it was.
He changed the channel back to whatever Dr. Sexy was on at the perfect time and rested the remote on his chest.
But his attention wandered. There was no investment for him in this episode. It was a good one, but since he’d seen it, there was no surprise. So, he looked over Castiel’s shoulder and attempted to read what he could, trying to read as fast as he could, knowing that Castiel was a fast reader.
He was able to get to the end of the second page and Castiel still hadn’t turned it. He wondered if Castiel was just taking his time reading because it was an interesting part where he stopped, or if he knew that Dean was reading over his shoulder. So he waited, because he really wanted to know what was going on.
But Castiel stayed on the same page, not making any move to turn on to the next.
“Cas.”
Castiel turned his head as far as he could go to look back at Dean. “What?”
“Are you ever going to turn the page?”
“What?”
“You’ve been reading that page for five minutes.”
Castiel turned around and picked up the book again. “I apologize. I was watching your show.”
“Need me to turn it down?”
“No. It’s all right, Dean.” After looking at the book for a second, he looked back at the TV.
Dean saw it and smiled. “Cas.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this episode.”
Dean remembered that every time Castiel would pop in and see him watching the show while on their hunts, Castiel’s attention would go to the show every now and again. But there was no mission right now. No hunt. Just a night of relaxation for the both of them. “You want to watch it?” he asked.
“If that’s all right with you.”
“It’s cool, Cas. Just hand me your book, I’m intrigued and I want to know what’s going to happen to Malachi.”
Castiel held the book up and Dean grabbed for it. He laid the book on his stomach then handed this husband the controller. Castiel turned the volume down, not wanting to disturb Dean, and Dean flipped to the front of the book. But not after remembering the page that Castiel had stopped on, instead of folding down the corner, knowing that Castiel hated doing that.
Castiel leaned back and rested his head on Dean’s side. He continued to watch the episode with Dean’s thumb rub his shoulder every now and then.
The next commercial break came around and Castiel pushed the coffee table forward, scratching the floor while he did. He stood up, straightened out his shirt, and headed toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Dean asked.
“Getting you a beer,” Castiel replied. “Unless you want something else to drink.”
“Beer is fine.”
Castiel nodded and made his way to the kitchen.
Dean was alone in the living room for about five seconds before he swung his legs off the couch, stood up, and followed Castiel’s path.
He found Castiel standing at the counter right next to the sink, bottle opener in hand, and a pop away of a whiff of alcohol. The bottle cap flew off then fell to the floor with a ping. Castiel bent down and picked it up, and when he stood, he saw Dean standing a few feet away from him. “I was going to bring it out,” Castiel said.
“I know,” Dean replied. He walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open. “What are you drinking?”
“I’m not…” Castiel stopped when he saw the look in Dean’s eyes. He saw that Dean wanted to do something for him. “Soda is fine.”
Dean pulled out a can of cola and set it on the counter. He then stepped forward, putting himself right in front of Castiel. He cupped the angel’s jaw and brought their lips together. The kiss deepened before the two of them came up for air.
Dean smiled, while Castiel looked away and down. “You’re awesome,” Dean said.
Castiel looked up and smiled, knowing what Dean really meant to say. “I love you, too,” he whispered.
Dean picked up Castiel’s soda and his beer and walked past his husband. He could hear Castiel’s quiet footsteps following behind him.
He set the two drinks down on the coffee table, but not before taking a sip of his beer, then took a seat on the couch. Castiel moved to sit back down on the floor, but Dean grabbed his arm to stop him. “No way, Cas,” Dean said. “Lie on the couch.”
Castiel squinted his eyes, giving Dean his confused looked. “But you always lie on the couch.”
“You don’t want to lie down with me?”
“We won’t fit.”
Dean pulled down on Castiel’s arm, which Castiel had to stick out to keep from sprawling out all over Dean and the couch. He finally was able to sit, and thought that the conversation was over. “Cas, just lie down on the couch. You’re watching TV, relax.”
“And what about you?”
Dean put a hand on Castiel’s shoulder and pushed him down to rest his head on the armrest. He knew that Castiel wanted to fight him, but he glared at him and dared him for a challenge. Slowly, Castiel reached out and grabbed for the remote. Dean pulled Castiel’s legs onto the couch and placed the book on his shins. He put a hand down on Castiel’s knee and rubbed small circles into it. He looked down at the book and was able to read one line before he looked back up. His gaze shifted between his husband and the show was watching a few minutes ago who now had someone else’s attention.
“You okay, Cas?”
Castiel grabbed the remote and hit the mute button. “What was that, Dean?” he asked, turning all of his attention to the show he was watching to the man he was sharing the couch with.
Dean shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied, because he knew Castiel’s answer.
They were more than okay.
Author: DauntPerplexity
Rating: PG
Characters and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Genre: Fluff
Spoilers: None
Warnings: kissing
Word Count: 1324
Summary: If Dean ever thought that he wasn’t able to settle down and domesticate himself, all he would have to do was look at the scene he was in at the moment and know it was possible.
Author’s Note: Third in my Vegas!Verse. It’s just a moment of peace before the peace gets shaken up in the next few stories. Comes after That’s What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas.
If Dean ever thought that he wasn’t able to settle down and domesticate himself, all he would have to do was look at the scene he was in and know it was possible.
Then again, he never thought he’d be married, to a man, who was an angel of the Lord. But looking at Castiel in their moments of calm and relaxation, he knew he loved the guy. And he didn’t care who did or didn’t know.
Bobby and Sam knew, and that meant they knew to give the married couple a lot of alone time. That is how the couple found themselves alone in the living room at Bobby’s house whenever it got late enough and they just wanted to relax. Nights like these one happened more often than Dean imagined with the way the world was and he was not about to complain.
Dean laid on the couch in a shirt and boxers while his husband sat, wearing a v-neck gray shirt and sweatpants, on the floor with a book on the coffee table that was pulled to his chest. Dr. Sexy MD was playing on TV, but it was an episode that he had seen at least three times.
He tapped Castiel on the shoulder, and without even asking, Castiel reached across the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and held it up for Dean to grab. All while his eyes never left the page.
Dean grabbed the remote, hating that he had to wait through a commercial and channel surfed. He stopped on a baseball game and waited until just the right time to change back. Even though the game was on, his attention was kept mostly on Castiel right in front of him. He watched as he turned the page and continued to read, not caring that the TV was as loud as it was.
He changed the channel back to whatever Dr. Sexy was on at the perfect time and rested the remote on his chest.
But his attention wandered. There was no investment for him in this episode. It was a good one, but since he’d seen it, there was no surprise. So, he looked over Castiel’s shoulder and attempted to read what he could, trying to read as fast as he could, knowing that Castiel was a fast reader.
He was able to get to the end of the second page and Castiel still hadn’t turned it. He wondered if Castiel was just taking his time reading because it was an interesting part where he stopped, or if he knew that Dean was reading over his shoulder. So he waited, because he really wanted to know what was going on.
But Castiel stayed on the same page, not making any move to turn on to the next.
“Cas.”
Castiel turned his head as far as he could go to look back at Dean. “What?”
“Are you ever going to turn the page?”
“What?”
“You’ve been reading that page for five minutes.”
Castiel turned around and picked up the book again. “I apologize. I was watching your show.”
“Need me to turn it down?”
“No. It’s all right, Dean.” After looking at the book for a second, he looked back at the TV.
Dean saw it and smiled. “Cas.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this episode.”
Dean remembered that every time Castiel would pop in and see him watching the show while on their hunts, Castiel’s attention would go to the show every now and again. But there was no mission right now. No hunt. Just a night of relaxation for the both of them. “You want to watch it?” he asked.
“If that’s all right with you.”
“It’s cool, Cas. Just hand me your book, I’m intrigued and I want to know what’s going to happen to Malachi.”
Castiel held the book up and Dean grabbed for it. He laid the book on his stomach then handed this husband the controller. Castiel turned the volume down, not wanting to disturb Dean, and Dean flipped to the front of the book. But not after remembering the page that Castiel had stopped on, instead of folding down the corner, knowing that Castiel hated doing that.
Castiel leaned back and rested his head on Dean’s side. He continued to watch the episode with Dean’s thumb rub his shoulder every now and then.
The next commercial break came around and Castiel pushed the coffee table forward, scratching the floor while he did. He stood up, straightened out his shirt, and headed toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Dean asked.
“Getting you a beer,” Castiel replied. “Unless you want something else to drink.”
“Beer is fine.”
Castiel nodded and made his way to the kitchen.
Dean was alone in the living room for about five seconds before he swung his legs off the couch, stood up, and followed Castiel’s path.
He found Castiel standing at the counter right next to the sink, bottle opener in hand, and a pop away of a whiff of alcohol. The bottle cap flew off then fell to the floor with a ping. Castiel bent down and picked it up, and when he stood, he saw Dean standing a few feet away from him. “I was going to bring it out,” Castiel said.
“I know,” Dean replied. He walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open. “What are you drinking?”
“I’m not…” Castiel stopped when he saw the look in Dean’s eyes. He saw that Dean wanted to do something for him. “Soda is fine.”
Dean pulled out a can of cola and set it on the counter. He then stepped forward, putting himself right in front of Castiel. He cupped the angel’s jaw and brought their lips together. The kiss deepened before the two of them came up for air.
Dean smiled, while Castiel looked away and down. “You’re awesome,” Dean said.
Castiel looked up and smiled, knowing what Dean really meant to say. “I love you, too,” he whispered.
Dean picked up Castiel’s soda and his beer and walked past his husband. He could hear Castiel’s quiet footsteps following behind him.
He set the two drinks down on the coffee table, but not before taking a sip of his beer, then took a seat on the couch. Castiel moved to sit back down on the floor, but Dean grabbed his arm to stop him. “No way, Cas,” Dean said. “Lie on the couch.”
Castiel squinted his eyes, giving Dean his confused looked. “But you always lie on the couch.”
“You don’t want to lie down with me?”
“We won’t fit.”
Dean pulled down on Castiel’s arm, which Castiel had to stick out to keep from sprawling out all over Dean and the couch. He finally was able to sit, and thought that the conversation was over. “Cas, just lie down on the couch. You’re watching TV, relax.”
“And what about you?”
Dean put a hand on Castiel’s shoulder and pushed him down to rest his head on the armrest. He knew that Castiel wanted to fight him, but he glared at him and dared him for a challenge. Slowly, Castiel reached out and grabbed for the remote. Dean pulled Castiel’s legs onto the couch and placed the book on his shins. He put a hand down on Castiel’s knee and rubbed small circles into it. He looked down at the book and was able to read one line before he looked back up. His gaze shifted between his husband and the show was watching a few minutes ago who now had someone else’s attention.
“You okay, Cas?”
Castiel grabbed the remote and hit the mute button. “What was that, Dean?” he asked, turning all of his attention to the show he was watching to the man he was sharing the couch with.
Dean shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied, because he knew Castiel’s answer.
They were more than okay.
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Date: 2010-10-05 10:26 pm (UTC)I love it
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Date: 2010-10-08 06:19 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-10-05 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-05 10:50 pm (UTC)I CANT WAIT FOR AN UPDATE!!
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Date: 2010-10-08 06:23 pm (UTC)I hope you don't have to wait long for my next story.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 06:26 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 06:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:50 am (UTC)How cute are they? I love that Bobby and Sam give them space and how well they know each other. Yay cute!!
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Date: 2010-10-08 06:42 pm (UTC)The guys are freaking adorable together. Bobby and Sam know what Dean and Castiel do *wink wink*
Thank you for reading, bb!!!
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Date: 2010-10-06 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
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