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Dean’s POV:
Dean watched Lee mucking around the place, trying to get everything for the spell they needed to turn Lee into a God like he always wanted. Dean’s powers would help most of the spell, but Lee still needed to do stuff alone. Dean’s eyes fell to the blood pool on the floor where Castiel once lay. He couldn’t feel their connection any longer. He couldn’t feel if he was still alive. He hoped Castiel understood why Dean chose that place. The thought of that tomb still made Dean want to vomit, the horrible feeling of dread sinking him to a place he no longer wanted to remember. Locking the one thing he loved in there was gut-wrenching but the only way to save them both was by taking risks. Even if Castiel got out and survived…if Lee eventually found out…Dean wouldn’t be able to protect him.
“Awe. Sorry I killed your little puppy Castiel.” Lee cooed, kneeling, fixing the sigils, and cleaning up the reminisce of the previous spell. “I know how much you liked him…but sometimes it’s okay to put them down.” He snorted as Dean turned to glare at him. “I mean he didn’t even like you like that. It was obvious. No use crying over spilled milk. Once you’re restored to a powerful God, you can get run through like a freight train. I don’t care.” Lee waved it off.
“He loved me,” Dean spoke as Lee paused slightly, rolling his eyes.
“Had he ever said that?” Lee asked.
“He just sacrificed himself for me.” Dean breathed in disbelief.
“No. He wanted his slave back and was too stupid to realize it was a trap.” Lee stood looking annoyed. “Don’t you get it yet? No one will ever love you, Dean. You’re a means to an end. Anyone who ever said that they did is lying to you.” He hummed. “I mean, if I had to fuck you to get what I want, I would have. Castiel who supposedly loved you couldn’t even stomach the idea of it.”
“...People have loved me,” Dean whispered as Lee smirked.
“Oh, where are they?” Lee glanced around.
“...” Dean said nothing but the look in his eyes told him everything he needed to know.
“ Oh…Oh, they’re all dead.” Lee snickered affectionately. “...I guess if that's a track record maybe Castiel did love you.”
Lee sighed as he walked over to Dean. Dean angrily grabbed for Lee’s shirt slamming him back into the wall and raising his fist…but that’s the farthest he got. Not for the lack of trying. Dean’s glowing green eyes flickered as his hands shook in the air.
“...You can’t hurt me…remember?” Lee chuckled. “...I’ll grant you a wish in return Dean.” Lee touched his face with care. “When you’re restored to your former glory…people will be lined up begging for you to love them.” Dean ripped his face away, shoving him back. Lee laughed loudly mocking his pain. “My first order of business as a God will be to make you forget about that Pathetic Castiel and that Bitch Claire.”
“Never say their names again,” Dean growled.
“Or what?” Lee mocked as Dean glared daggers. “Anyways, once they are out of your memory, you’ll go back to being the violent and bloody god you should have been.” He moved off the wall patting himself before he glanced around. “Do we have everything now? You’ve been stalling.”
“The spell is complicated.” Dean spat coldly as he glanced over the list of ingredients. He was hoping Lee had forgotten one. However, he didn’t. Dean noticeably frowned which made Lee perk up.
“So we are ready?” Lee stated as Dean glanced up turning to look at the sigil on the ground, now cleaned up and in working order again. They were running out of time. “Can I become a god now?”
“We’ll need one more ingredient.” Dean breathed looking away in his lie as Lee’s face grew cold at that. “We need a heart-” Dean turned to him being stabbed in the chest. Dean grunted in pain, it hurt. Dean collapsed to his knees, blood dripping onto the ground.
“Remember how pain feels?” Lee hummed kneeling to Dean, he gripped the blade in Dean’s chest slowly pulling it down. Dean winced, trying to hide the obvious pain he was experiencing but little noises of pain kept escaping him. “You see because Castiel was an anomaly, his connection to you protected you from the punishment The Fates still have on you…They couldn’t touch you like they couldn’t touch him…but with me…”
Dean choked out blood as Lee sliced and paused, noticing the blade didn’t go through as smoothly, he tried wiggling the blade around a bit, making Dean tear up.
“I was made just for you, so I’m allowed to play with you how I’d like. And if I break you? They promised to put you…right…back…together-” Lee cooed, Dean whimpered like a kicked animal when Lee got to a point. “...This your heart…?” Lee hummed as Dean reached out gripping Lee’s shirt shaking. “...Are you done playing games?”
Blood poured out of Dean’s lips as he slowly nodded in defeat, Lee smirked standing leaving the blade in Dean’s chest. Dean grabbed for the knife pulling it out of him with shaky hands, he collapsed weakly panting. His chest started to slowly heal, but it was deliberately painful the whole time. Dean could only weakly lay on the dirty ground just trying to not throw up from the pain.
“Hurry up and heal.” Lee chuckled, turning away. “I grow tired of this back and forth-” Lee paused, seeing Castiel standing not that far away. He looked like he was close to the grave. Covered in dirt, sludge, and wet. His skin was so pale, that Dean was surprised he could stand. Castiel looked at Lee coldly, blood from his wound dripping onto the ground as Dean sat up in surprise. “...Oh… interesting.” Lee cooed. “Welcome back from the dead, Castiel.”
Castiel said nothing, gripping the ceremonial knife in white-knuckled hands, Lee’s eyes moved to the blade before his eyes moved to the one near Dean. Dean could tell he was thinking of how to get a weapon. Deciding against trying to scramble for the blade on the ground he took a step towards Castiel. Dean’s eyes moved to Castiel as Castiel stood like an unmoving force just staring at Lee.
Lee had planned to try to take the blade from Castiel. He could tell Lee thought he was on the brink of death. For how long had he been bleeding…Dean didn’t doubt it. Lee knew he could easily overpower Castiel.
“I missed you.” Lee started to talk, to distract. “Dean didn’t miss you. I was like ‘Dean, how could you’ and he was like ‘Out with the trash’.” He mocked as Dean glared. “I didn’t think you would come out of the hole Dean put you in. I’ll have to punish him later. Maybe I’ll take out his organs, blend them, and make him grow them back-”
Castiel screamed, raising the blade and tackling him to the ground before Lee could finish. Straddling him and raising the ceremonial blade slamming it down as hard as he could. Lee let out a choking sound of pain as he looked down at his chest seeing the blade in his heart. He wouldn’t die from this. He was immortal…but he wasn’t a God. He would hurt just like Castiel did as an immortal.
“...Y-...” Lee choked a whine. “Y-You didn’t let me finish.”
“I learned my lesson.” Castiel hissed yanking the blade back, Dean could only watch as Castiel began his endless frenzy of violence. Castiel raised his blade stabbing into Lee’s chest. Lee tried to stop him, but Castiel stabbed continuously into his chest. Blood sprayed over them as Castiel raised the blade over and over impaling it into any piece of him he could. At one point he slightly severed Lee’s shoulder from his body. Dean slowly stood listening to the angry cries of Castiel’s endless assault.
“H-...Help.” Lee reached for Dean, unable to snap to use his ability. “...me. I-I’m…your master.”
“I can’t hurt you,” Dean admitted. “...but I don’t have to save you...that’s the thing about pissing off Gods.” Dean breathed, crossing his arms. “You can’t expect the dog you beat not to kill you the second they have a chance…” Dean smirked. “...You can’t force my hands…and it's up to my discretion…” Dean’s eyes moved to Castiel who had made Lee’s chest look like minced meat. His fingers had slipped cutting himself with the blade multiple times, but he would just readjust and continue. “...And I think you can handle this all on your own…You’re a big boy. You got this. Besides, you can’t die! The Fates will put you right back together…”
“Fuck…” Lee started choking on his blood.
“Castiel. We’ll need more time to separate the bond. Why don’t you scramble his brains a bit?” Dean spoke coldly as Castiel leaned over him a bit more. Slamming a hand into the side of his face, he raised the blade once more impaling it into his head.
“Y-Yo…” Lee was silenced. The blade got stuck as Castiel struggled, and Castiel had to wiggle his hand getting the blade dislodged before slamming it in again. Dean watched Castiel continue his assault, he was covered in blood in the high of his adrenaline.
He watched Castiel break the knife in his skull, he figured it would. With Castiel’s unending assault and the wear and tear of time. He watched Castiel toss the handle away as he scrambled to get up. He wobbled which made Dean worried, Castiel walked over grabbing a small bolder from the ground. He grunted at its heaviness of it, forcing himself to carry it towards Lee.
“Castiel,” Dean spoke, trying to stop him. Lee was pretty fucked. He would take a while to heal, especially with the ceremonial blade still lodged in his head. Castiel shoved him back moving over Lee’s head, he shook glaring down at the mangled Lee. He could hear him still breathing despite everything, gurgling on the blood with each attempted breath as Castiel let go.
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Castiel’s POV:
Blood splattered onto him from the small boulder colliding down on the head, the bone crushed at the impact as the ceremonial blade was hit through the skull and into the ground. Castiel panted in a rage unlike any other. The blood on him dripped, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he looked down at his kill. His hands shook as he spat angrily at Lee, shifting off over him as his attention turned to Dean who stared. Castiel moved to him quickly without any hesitation.
“I know the ingredients for the spell to sever Lee’s bond with-” Dean started getting right into things, but Castiel cupped the back of his head pulling him into a heated and lustful kiss. Dean was taken back only for a moment before slamming Castiel back against the wall. Castiel could only pull him deeper, needing him. He wasn’t sure what he needed more. Dean’s touch? Dean’s breath against his skin? Or Dean’s love like a siren's song luring Castiel into its warm embrace.
Castiel broke the kiss to pull off Dean’s bloody shirt tossing it off his skin, the wound from Lee had healed almost completely. However, a red line of a healing wound remained. Castiel’s fingers traced it with sadness. Making a silent promise that Dean's skin would only ever feel the touch of love. Dean helped Castiel rip off his dripping top before they pulled each other back into a desperate kiss.
He could feel Dean healing his wounds as they kissed, Dean’s hand moving to the belt that held his wound on his stomach. Undoing the belt holding the moss and mud into the wound, Dean slid a loving hand over the wound pausing to feel the moss.
“...Moss?” Dean breathed, glancing down.
“You were right…they do need to teach the basics.” Castiel panted as a wave of Dean’s hand cleaned out the wound and healed it. Dean smiled lovingly down at him as Castiel pulled him back into that heated kiss. Castiel was the first to reach for Dean’s belt, pulling it open before unbuttoning his jeans. He felt Dean break the kiss looking at him in surprise.
Was Dean surprised Castiel wasn’t stopping them…?
Was he surprised Castiel was encouraging this to continue?
Castiel said nothing, letting go of Dean’s pants to yank and tug off his own, keeping his eyes on him. Dean didn’t need any more from him as Dean scooped him up pinning him back against the wall. Castiel moaned as he was pulled into a heated kiss.
Maybe it was the adrenaline.
The high of it all.
Maybe he just wanted to claim him in his own way.
Maybe…he just wanted to love him.
Dean was gently prepping him, his fingers sticky with lube he must have used his powers to obtain. Castiel broke the kiss to press their foreheads together, panting and moaning at the feel. He knew Dean was using his powers to make it easy for him. This was normally a learning curve. However, Dean was so loving and gentle. When he felt Dean move his cock to his hole he wrapped his arms around his neck panting against his lips.
“I love you,” Castiel whispered as Dean stilled. “I love you so much.” Castiel panted against his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I’m sorry I never made you feel loved back…I want you, Dean. I want to be loved by you.” Castiel pressed their foreheads together again. “I want forever with you, Dean. I want to hear all those stories about the old days. I want to be your rock. Your friend. I want to be your bride…and I want to be your wife.” He felt Dean let out a shaky breath as Castiel smiled at him with love. “I know I don’t deserve it…but…Dean…will you be my husband once again?”
Dean had tears in his eyes as he nodded, pulling him back into a heated kiss. Castiel sucked in the air, feeling Dean press into him. The thrust was hard and it made Castiel gasp as he dug his nails into Dean’s back. Dean took any pain he expected for the first time as Dean slid out and slammed back into him. Castiel bit at his flesh moaning as he felt Dean slowly picking up speed.
God, he had really waited this long?
Fuck.
He was a goddamn idiot.
He could have been getting his back blown out by his fucking husband this whole time?!
Castiel instantly wished he could redo his whole life just to have fucked him the first second he met him. He had so much to make up for, not including groveling to Dean. He was loud, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room as Castiel choked and gasped. He pulled Dean back into a desperate kiss, holding him tightly.
He knew this wasn’t going to secure their connection.
They still had to do the spell and once that was over do it again to secure their bond…
This…was just them.
Two fucking idiots in love with each other.
When they came it was hard, their bodies trembling as Dean pressed deeply into Castiel. Castiel bit at his lip, feeling Dean’s release. He panted against Dean’s ear as he let go of the breath he was holding as he came. A mess of cum spilled onto their stomachs from Castiel’s orgasm, when Dean pulled out of him. Castiel slowly pulled back, surprised to see they were now clean. Castiel glanced at his clean clothes and body, it was also a bonus his pants were now on and secured to his body. He glanced over his body pausing when he noticed the only thing not healed was his missing finger. The wound was still there…but no longer hurting. He eyed the wound before Dean’s voice stopped him from asking about it.
“Can you tell me again…” Dean breathed, pressing his forehead against Castiel’s. Castiel smiled softly as he kissed his nose.
“I love you, my darling husband,” Castiel whispered against his lips before they kissed softly. A gurgle made them turn seeing Lee’s body had slowly started to try to mend and heal. Castiel rolled his eyes, annoyed at Lee’s need for attention, and Dean got the hint, lowering Castiel to the ground. Castiel moved past him, picking up Lee's old knife and walking over. “Hope you got a good show at your expense.” Castiel chuckled, doubting Lee could even hear or see. Castiel grabbed for Lee’s hand, slicing his pinky off without care making Lee gurgle a bit harder. Castiel walked over to the spell.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Dean spoke walking over. “He didn’t have a lover’s bond.”
“Oh no.” Castiel reassuringly laughed, waving him off, with a smile as he threw the finger into the nearby fire. “That was just to make me feel better.” Dean chuckled as he reached for the bowl. “So if he doesn’t have the lovers bond, what does he have?”
“It’s a forced bond by taking your lover's bond and forcing it onto his being. He might as well have duct-taped it. He solely relies on your death and his symbols to protect him.” Dean spoke digging through the ingredients on the table Lee had provided. "Give me a bit to set this up to re-establish our bond-"
"Don't want me to be a God?" Castiel joked.
"If you were to become a God, you'd be The Fate's bitch." Dean explained simply. "Which is why they were encouraging Lee to become one."
"I figured." Castiel hummed as Dean shook his head chuckling.
"Besides, if someone else were to get smart about the markings...they would have two Gods to control. Wouldn't want that." Dean explained as Castiel nodded understanding. Castiel watched him move to set up the spell as Castiel took a seat on the table. He was admittedly exhausted, his fingers brushing the stump of a missing finger. His eyes carefully kept an eye on Lee’s as he started to reform. Getting healed a bit too much would make Castiel snatch the knife next to him, twirling it in his hands, and straddle him again. Slamming the knife back into his worn body and reinjuring him. Blood spilled all over him again but he didn’t care, better than this bastard coming back and controlling Dean.
Castiel couldn’t help but laugh at the little noises Lee made, knowing he was the one who caused them. He will keep coming back and Castiel would just have to keep killing him. Unfortunate fate for the man who tried to kill him. This was getting easier. Killing him over and over again. The Castiel who killed Michael wouldn’t recognize the man he was today.
It wasn’t till Dean was standing in front of him that Castiel stopped his assault, not wanting to bloody the god with the filth’s blood. Castiel glanced up as Dean smiled at him softly.
“Are you busy?” Dean asked.
“Not particularly,” Castiel spoke, forcing the blade out of Lee’s chest, sitting up slightly. “Did you need me?”
“Well, since you are there. Do you mind grabbing your finger out of his stomach?” Dean questioned as Castiel glanced down. He maneuvered himself a bit to look down at his mess with stab wounds. “I need it to reconnect our bond.”
“Ah, is that why you didn’t return my finger?” Castiel asked, holding up his missing-fingered hand.
“I need the original. It has the red string of fate on it.” Dean smiled comfortingly. “Should I retrieve it?”
“No,” Castiel growled as he looked down at Lee’s body. “You’re too pure for such trash to touch you ever again. Wait by the sigil. I’ll retrieve it.” Dean turned to leave when Castiel stopped. “...Besides…he’ll be dead once we finish the ritual, correct?” Dean slowly nodded. “...Give me a few more minutes to spend some quality time with him.”
Castiel smirked at Dean as Dean bowed his head respectfully, walking away. Castiel raised the blade slamming it into his stomach. Gutting him like the pathetic waste of space he was, it took a bit of digging as Lee gurgled.
“Sh.” He snipped at Lee’s cries. He finally found the finger. Castiel slammed his knife into his head again leaving it there for safekeeping, getting up he walked towards Dean who had finished redrawing the sigil to be the correct one for the occasion. Dean glanced up to see Castiel wiping his bloody finger on his shirt but it was stained with blood again and didn't clean it. Dean stood, reaching for it but Castiel frowned, keeping it away making Dean blink confused. “It’s dirty.”
He didn’t want Dean stained anymore with people’s touch. Nothing that wasn’t worthy of him. Dean had protected him all this time…it was his turn. If he could protect Dean from the world…he would.
Dean tilted his head at the statement reaching for it anyway, taking it with love.
“Nothing of you is dirty.” Dean breathed holding his hand out to Castiel. Castiel reached for it, pausing at the blood still on his hand, he tried to wipe it on his shirt but gave up just taking Dean’s hand. Castiel watched his clothes be cleaned the second he touched him.
Dean walked him to the circle, snapping his fingers as the candles and bowl lit once again like they had before. Castiel took in the glow of the candles as the sigil glowed brightly upon them entering it. Dean snapped his hand as the knife flew from Lee’s head into his hand. Castiel sucked in air as Dean gripped the knife into one hand and cut off his pinky in one swoop. Castiel choked out in surprise as Dean closed his eyes for a second sucking in at the pain and shoving the knife into his pocket.
“D-Dean-” Castiel paused when Dean held out his bloody pinky to Castiel. Castiel hesitantly took it, not understanding, as Dean took his hand with the missing finger.
“Repeat after me,” Dean spoke seriously as Castiel nodded. “By the power of fates and destiny entwined, I retrace our paths and reconnect the lines.” Dean pushed Castiel’s pinky against his injury, Castiel watched the finger reattach slowly glowing till it was reconnected. “Our pinkies intertwined, our spirits aligned, together forever, our fates combined.”
It took a second for Castiel to realize.
This…was a wedding.
Those were vows.
They were… actually getting married.
“Shit.” Castiel panted as he looked between his finger and Dean. “Dean, when humans normally get married, we exchange rings…not pinkies.” He blushed as Dean chuckled. “...Promise me when this is done…we’ll do it the human way too? Rings and all?” Dean seemed surprised but the genuine happiness on his face made Castiel smile.
“...I promise.” Dean laughed with love. Dean offered his bloody hand to Castiel, who took it with care. Dean seemed to notice the change in Castiel with Dean. He treated him so much more tenderly like he mattered so much to him…and Dean was right. He did.
“By the power of fates and destiny entwined, I retrace our paths and reconnect the lines.” Castiel pushed Dean’s pinky against his injury, Castiel watched the finger reattach slowly glowing till it was reconnected. “Our pinkies intertwined, our spirits aligned, together forever, our fates combined.”
Dean slowly took his hand back, opening and closing his fingers as Castiel touched his chest. He felt it. Their connection snapped together like a rubber band. Dean’s eyes glowed bright green, grabbing for the knife again. Castiel watched him without comment as Dean sliced his palm. Dean watched the blood pool curiously before it instantly started to heal.
“D-Dean?” Castiel whispered with worry as Dean smirked.
“I didn’t feel it,” Dean reassured him. “The Fates’ punishment can’t affect me anymore. Not with our bond.” Castiel breathed out relieved as he took Dean’s palm kissing it before moving to hug him. They held each other in silence before Castiel’s eyes rolled to the side to look at the lifeless Lee on the ground as they let go. “He’s dead.”
“Death is too good for him.” Castiel hissed walking over to Lee, he glanced down crossing his arms. Castiel spat at his body before giving his head a rough kick. “Good riddance.” Dean slowly came to his side. “We will need to get rid of the body.
“That’s the easy part,” Dean spoke. “I still need to clean up my murder charges.” Dean eyed Lee’s body. “When we are done with him. I will send him to the jail cell disguised as me. So tomorrow morning, Michael Winchester will be found dead in his cell from a suicide.”
“And you?” Castiel tilted his head.
“Lee left a perfect identity for me to take.” Dean chuckled, waving his hand and a wallet appeared in his hand. “Oof. Webb? His last name is Webb? I’ll just stick with Winchester.” Dean waved his hand over the license, changing the name once again. “Lee Webb is officially Dean Winchester.”
“It’s always weird when you do that.” Castiel tilted his head. “You just skipped hours of office visits to get your name changed.”
“It’s an art.” Dean shrugged.
“It’s called identity theft.” Castiel chuckled. “...So wait, if people look at you, they’ll see Lee?” Dean nodded softly. “What if…you change his face outside to look like yours?” Dean laughed softly at that.
“That bothered to be married to Lee Webb?” Dean teased.
“I’ll get a divorce.” Castiel playfully threatened.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Dean joked, sliding the wallet into his back pocket. Dean was already two steps ahead, changing and altering people’s idea of Michael to let him easily take over the name Dean Winchester with Lee’s new identity. “Just one other business to attend to.” Lee’s notebook which Castiel had hidden before coming in appeared in his hand. “It’s this we need to decide what to do with.”
“...” Castiel held his hands out for it which Dean gave over willingly. “...It’s possible there are more copies of this.”
“Possible…and this being of The Fates design, I won’t be able to poof them all away,” Dean stated. “Someone might get wise and try again. Though they can’t break our bond, having someone be able to control me is a problem.”
“...” Castiel glanced down at the symbols told to tattoo to control a God, newer notes from Lee also placed. What worked, What didn’t. It looked like Lee was the first to crack it…but someone else might be tempted…and maybe The Fates try again…All it took was someone crazy enough to burn the hearts of one hundred victims and tattoo the ashes into your skin. “...I always wanted tattoos,” Castiel spoke as Dean turned to him. “...One down.” Castiel breathed, Dean tilted his head amused as Castiel held his hand out for the blade that Dean pulled from his belt. Dean handed it over as Castiel cut and ripped till he held Lee’s bloody heart in his hands. “... Ninety-nine more to go.” Dean tilted his head to Castiel who smirked at each other.
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One year later:
Castiel’s eyes moved to Dean who was studying a recipe he was making for dinner. He loved how intensely Dean was working on it. Wanting to make sure it was perfect for their first Christmas as a married couple. Castiel smiled down at the ring on his finger with love. It was a beautiful ceremony, there weren't a lot of people. Mostly Castiel’s friends and family but the wedding was everything Castiel could have wanted. He got to have the most magical night and married the most beautiful man he ever met. He glanced up to see Dean in an apron that read ‘Kiss the cook’ and it always tempted Castiel to obey it.
Castiel got up walking over to Dean who was cutting up some green onions for the meal, wrapping an arm around him. Castiel kissed his ear with love before moving to kiss down his neck.
“-In a bizarre turn of events, several inmates in Green River Max security prison have been found dead with their hearts mysteriously missing over the last two months. This isn’t the first prison to report the odd claims, it seems to be a nationwide epidemic. Just last week we reported Serial killer Dick Roman was also found in a similar state.” The news anchor spoke on the radio beside them. Castiel hummed, holding Dean close, still kissing his neck. “Witnesses report hearing strange noises coming from the cells late at night, with some even claiming to have seen shadowy figures lurking in the corridors-” Castiel reached over, turning it to some tunes instead. Music filled the room as Dean chuckled at Castiel’s handsy ways.
“I’m cooking.” Dean chuckled as Castiel ignored him. Dean had been getting better at eating. It was still a process, but as long as Castiel was there near him he would eat without complaint. He still didn’t eat without him, but Castiel was working up to it. He wanted to reassure The Fates and their punishments would never hurt him again. Not with Castiel here. Castiel would protect him for the rest of their immortal lives. A knock on the door made Castiel glance up lazily, Dean playfully swatting his husband’s wandering hand. “That must be your mother. Go get the door.”
Castiel pouted, giving Dean a look, Dean turned his head to blink at him. Shaking his head he watched Castiel point to his lips.
“You big baby.” Dean teased giving him a loving kiss. Castiel pulled back slapping Dean’s ass playfully, making Dean laugh loudly at him. Castiel always made sure to give all the love he could. He wanted to make up for the years he never realized. He made sure Dean never wanted for anything. Castiel rolled up his sleeves as he jogged lightly to the door opening it. He was surprised to see his mother…and a man. He was older, reeked of booze like he bathed in it, and looked pissed off to have been here. Castiel eyed him before addressing his mother.
“Hi, mom-...” He paused, seeing his mother had a bruised eye and a fat lip. Castiel said nothing, his eyes drawn to the man who looked at him coldly.
“Hi, baby!” His mother squealed, hugging him. Castiel hugged back, not breaking eye contact with the man. “Look at you…tattoos?” His mother frowned, displeased. “You were always such a good boy. Now you’re getting muscular and getting tattoos. You’re starting to look like a thug.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of working out.” Castiel didn’t lie. Murder was a workout.
“How many more do you plan to do?” She asked.
“Still have one to finish on my leg.” Castiel turned to his mother.
“What do they mean anyways?” His mother traced the symbol on his lower arm, not realizing how intimate the symbols were since they were to Dean's being so Castiel pulled back slightly.
“Mom, who's this?” Castiel asked.
“This is Zachariah.” She spoke. “He’s…my boyfriend.” Castiel looked at him coldly before he slowly smiled.
“Come on in, you two.” Castiel slowly spoke. He held the door open as the two walked in, the man slammed his shoulder into Castiel’s as he walked by making Castiel chuckle softly to himself. “Oh, honey,” Castiel called as he moved to follow them. Dean stopped cooking, cleaning his hands on his apron before taking it off to greet the guests. He also seemed surprised by the unknown man.
“Honey? What is he a fag?” Zachariah asked as his mother looked mortified.
“Zachariah, you can’t say that!” His mother hissed but Zachariah glared at her. “You said you would be good-”
“Mother. It’s alright.” Castiel spoke as he moved to take over for Dean. Dean raised an eyebrow as Castiel just smiled softly. Castiel grabbed the largest knife from the block and started to cut up the veggies. “My love, I just realized we don’t have beer for our guests. Can you and my mother go get some? She’ll know what kind of stuff Zachariah there will like.”
“...Alright.” Dean hummed kissing him, earning a disgusted grunt from Zachariah. Dean moved to the coat rack softly putting a hand on his mother-in-law's shoulder. “Let’s go. We can also pick some stuff up for dessert.”
“You don’t have to.” She spoke but Dean waved off her concerns taking her out the door. Castiel waited for the sound of the lock to click.
“Were you the one to give her the black eye?” Castiel asked innocently as Zachariah scoffed.
“She's a dumb bitch who needs to learn her place.” Zachariah spat. Castiel hummed but didn’t say anything to him.
“Dean?” Castiel called affectionately with a sigh.
“Are you fucking thick? He just left-” Zachariah glanced at the door before turning back to Castiel. Dean stood next to Castiel, his arms crossed as he eyed Zachariah. Zachariah turned to look back at the door confused as to how Dean got back in the house. Castiel didn’t seem to react to Dean’s sudden appearance, putting the dish into the oven to cook.
“How long does this need to cook for?” Castiel asked as Dean turned his head.
“Thirty minutes,” Dean explained as Castiel put on the timer.
“Okay.” Castiel nodded.
“Is that enough time?” Dean asked. “I could just pop in a bit later-”
“No no. That’s plenty of time.” Castiel reassured leaning over to kiss him. “Think you can keep her busy for thirty minutes?”
“No problem.” Dean kissed him back. “...What excuse are you going to use for this guy? You can’t use that he ran off to be with another woman again.” Zachariah looked confused.
“Um…” Castiel paused. Dean was right. “Arrested? No, that's too complicated. He’s homophobic, could say that’s why he left and ghosted her.”
“What?” Zachariah seemed to realize they were talking about him. He seemed a bit…scared…already?
“That might work.” Dean nodded as Castiel looked at Zachariah lazily pointing the knife at him.
“Do you have family or friends that might worry about you?” Castiel asked as a shiver went up Zachariah’s spine.
“Y-Yeah.” Zachariah lied, backing up. “T-...There’s a lot of people who would be worried.”
“He’s lying,” Dean stated as Castiel hummed.
“They always say that when they're lying.” Castiel laughed as he turned back to Dean. “Soundproof the home for me?” Zachariah moved to run, knowing a bad situation when he saw it, bolting towards the front door he scrambled to open it. But nothing he did got the door opened.
“I also secured all the doors and windows.” Dean breathed as Castiel sighed affectionately.
“This is why I married you.” Castiel hummed. “...And you're good in bed. Packaged deal.” Dean laughed loudly as Zachariah grabbed a chair and tried to break a window but it just bounced the chair off of it.
“Alright, call me to clean up,” Dean whispered as Castiel beamed.
“What number is he?” Castiel questioned as Dean kissed him.
“Number ninety-seven.” Dean reminded him, Zachariah moved to grab the fire poker to defend himself but the couple didn't care.
“Almost there.” Castiel hummed as he twirled the blade in his hand now addressing Zachariah. “...Three more to go.”
“Love you,” Dean spoke as Castiel beamed at him. “Have fun.”
“Love you more!” Castiel called blowing him a kiss. Dean smirked before disappearing, leaving a predator with his prey.
The end.