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Cas's reign as king beside Charlie was very fulfilling. When he stepped down from the throne, he ended up getting knighted with Dean. It took a lot of hard work and effort, but they both enjoyed fighting and socializing in the friendly environment that the SCA provided.

One surprise was that Dean was now an uncle. Jess had gotten pregnant two years after the wedding. Dean felt absolutely elated as the baby was passed into his arms in the hospital. Sam's eyes shone with pride and adoration.

Dean now owned the mechanic's shop, Bobby having retired (by force from a close friend of his, Ellen, who turned out to be Jo's mom. Small world). Garth handled the appointments, and Benny was his head mechanic. They both knew about him and Cas, and they were encouraging and supportive, even if they did occasionally make jokes or tease him about how he was walking funny. Dean really couldn't argue with it.

Cas made it hard to forget the night before sometimes. (Don't get me wrong; Dean loved it when he went hard).

Dean and Cas were making plans to travel the world together. They had agreed that they would never live the same year twice; they would go out and have adventures and bring home stories of the great unknown. They would tell their niece about that time Cas got lost in Mexico City or when Dean accidentally rented a prostitute in Japan. Okay, so maybe some of the stories would be saved for when she was older. Still.

Around three years had passed since the original incident. Dean was driving Castiel, in early June, to his birthday present. The windows were rolled down to let the air flow through the car, and the smell of the outdoors only increased the further and further into the country they got.

"Where are we going? Dean, it can't possibly be this far out of town." Cas said, once they had passed his usual honey spot. He figured it would be there, but they still had a couple of miles to go. Dean let a small smile appear on his face; he couldn't wait to see the look on Cas's when he realizes everything Dean has planned. Dean knows he'll be sad to leave the apartments and Chuck, but it was really time. They'd been saving to move somewhere better for three years. Of course, what Cas doesn't know is that Dean has been setting back just a little extra every once in awhile so they could do it sooner.

"You'll see soon." Dean promised, smiling.

Approximately two minutes later, (two minutes of Cas looking out the side of the car and totally not pouting), they pulled into the driveway. Cas leaned forward, peering through the windshield, frowning.

"Where is this?" He asked, gesturing towards it. It had a large, enclosed porch covered in plants. The house itself was small, a family room, kitchen, dining room, two bathrooms and a bedroom, but it was the perfect size for them. The path leading up to the door was cobblestone and an abundance of trees grew about a hundred feet out the back of the house, giving it the appearance of a forest. Their own, very small, forest.

"Home." Dean responded. The statement clicked. Cas's eyes widened and his head bobbed in shock.

"You didn't." Cas says, skeptically. Dean smiled in response, and Cas immediately turned, pushing open the door and stepping out. His eyes scanned the land, scanned the slightly overrun (okay, so pretty darn overrun) garden, weeds popping up. He looked at the cracked paint and at the trees looming ahead. Suddenly, Dean felt a little self-conscious. He didn't technically sign anything yet, just in case Cas didn't like it, but... He'd really though Cas would love it.

"I mean, if you want it to be home." Dean said, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. His feet shuffled awkwardly. "I didn't actually make anything official yet, so if you don't like it we can just look for someplace together. I mean, we have the money is the important part of the gif-"

Cas held up a hand, eyes never leaving the property. Dean shut his mouth, sighing in exasperation. When was Cas gonna stop with the analyzation crap and actually talk to him for christ's sake, he felt like he had just turned in a test that he knew he had failed. It would be better for the teacher to just tell him then he had a bad grade.

"I love it. This is literally perfect. It has just the right environment for bees." Cas said. He turned to Dean, excitement flickering in his eyes. Dean had learned to pick up on this much more subtle sign of excitement over the years. "Can we go inside?"

Dean nodded his head. "The guy who's selling the place says that there's not much to steal, so he left the key under a fake rock. Let's go."

Dean put his arm around Castiel's shoulders, feeling a bit smug. Cas looked like he was really gonna like this place, even if it was a bit of a fixer upper. The gardens needed done, the walls pretty much all needed repainted, a couple of rooms needed new carpet, but Dean knew they could make it work. It was perfect for them. More than that, it was perfect for their future. Dean liked the idea of staying here.

And, of course, Cas did too.

It took a month, in total, to move into the house. Boxes were still strewn about, papers still littered the small wooden table they had gotten (The tables from their house were all either too small, or so big they would take up half of the tiny dining room). Dean stood, sweating, boxes nestled in corners and cabinets and basically anywhere they could fit them. The wifi company would be out later in the week to install, and Sam, Jess, and the entire Guild had somehow managed to invite themselves over in two days.

Dean and Cas worked hard to get unpacked enough to have them over.

When the day came, Sam came strolling in, a small pink bundle wrapped in his arms. Jess was right behind him, a big pan of homemade brownies clutched in her hands. She smiled at him, and Sam looked at her like she was the sun. Dean knew that Sam had never been happier in his life.

"Where should I put the brownies?" She asked, softly. Dean smiled warmly and took them himself, gesturing towards the couch.

"You two should go sit down. I'll take care of this." He offered. Sam looked at him skeptically, and he put up the hand that wasn't holding the brownie case in fake exasperation. "Hey, what did I do?"

"By taking care of them, you'd better not mean you're going to eat them all yourself. My wife worked hard to make those brownies." Sam said, raising his eyebrows into bitchface #6. "She wouldn't even let me help. She practically threw me out of the kitchen for trying."

"That's because she hasn't gotten you a hairnet, Sammy." Dean said, clipping him on the shoulder. Jess laughed, and Dean walked away feeling proud of the interaction. He walked into the kitchen and set the brownies on the counter, taking out a knife and setting it next to the pan. Most of the other stuff was self-serve, (Dean had yet to grill the burgers because everyone wasn't scheduled to be there for another half an hour, but that was soon to be done) so the brownies could be, too.

Dean, while he was in the kitchen, glanced enviously at the pie Cas had made. He knew he would be rewarded soon, though, and set out to grill the burgers. Sam could open the door if anyone got there early now, so there was no point in waiting to get started. He walked out to the back porch, seeing Cas pulling weeds methodically out of the ground. A bag of fertilizer sat propped up on a nearby tree for when he finished the job. Dean reached down and ruffled his sweaty hair affectionately, and Cas looked up, slightly startled.

"Youo should probably take a shower now. Sam's got the door while I cook. Everyone will be here soon." Dean informed him, walking over to the grill and beginning to mess with the dials. A hand on the base of his back caused him to turn sharply.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Cas. He straightened up, attempting to make his voice unaffectionate. "Cas, dammit, you scare the living hell out of me. Please make some noise next time."

"Apologies." Cas said, flatly. He then leaned forward, pressing a large, wet kiss to the side of Dean's mouth. "I'm going to go take a shower now."

Cas disappeared then, slipping through the door. Dean smiled, turning back to the grill. He was going to marry that man some day.

Some day hopefully soon, if the ring sitting in the top of the closet had anything to do with it.

Soon, the house was bustling with activity. Jo and Ash were playfully fighting, (more like bickering like an old married couple if you ask Dean), Charlie was listening to Sam talk about the baby starting to crawl, and Dean, Cas and Jess were all three still eating. Jess was complaining about cravings still being there even after the pregnancy. Dean and Cas shared a significant look.

Because three months after having a baby was not too early to be having another one.

Finally, everyone was done eating and gathered in the living room. They were all a little tired, and uncertain as to what to talk about. Finally, Ash sat up a little straighter, deciding it was time for somebody to suggest something. "Hey, do you losers have Cards Against Humanity?"

"Yes. Would you like me to retrieve it?" Castiel questioned. There was a general muttering of approval. Cas rose and walked over to the closet, shuffling his feet on the way there. He opened it slowly to make sure nothing would come tumbling out, and suddenly, something occurred to Dean.

He stood up faster than he ever had before, heading for the closet himself. "Hey Cas, I can get it. I mean, I'm taller than you and everything-"

Dean had no sooner started speaking than Cas grabbed the box, giving it a tug. As the box came off of the top of the shelf, Another, smaller, hidden box came tumbling down with it. The small box hit Cas in the face, literally as he was looking at Dean, wondering why he suddenly wanted to get the game. He jumped, stepping backwards and glaring at the small box on the ground as everyone's chatter went down to silence. His look turned to confused when he realized he didn't recognize it.

"What's this?" Castiel asked, bending down to pick it up. Dean reached for it but Cas held up the gameboard with the other hand, raising a finger with it. Dean felt his stomach sink to his feet; Cas wasn't supposed to find out until he decided how to propose. Looked like now he wouldn't have a choice.

Castiel opened up the box, revealing a beautiful silver ring. It was simple, a small leafy pattern etched into the metal. When he lifted it from the box, he could just barely make out the word "Castiel" etched into the metal. His eyes were scrutinous as they devoured the piece offered, and he turned it delicately in his hand, the game still tucked under his elbow. "What is it for?"

Dean tried to speak, but found he could not, He could only make vague gestures towards it and make a couple of small, struggling sounds. Finally, realization dawned on Cas's expression. He held the ring a little closer. "It's a wedding ring. You were going to propose."

"Well..." Dean started, and then got a little overwhelmed again. All he could choke out was a small, "Yeah?"

He finally snapped out of the trance, gaining a little bit of his own common sense. "You don't have to answer now. I was planning on doing this when we were alone, and in a better place for it, and you wouldn't feel pressured, but... Uh... Yeah. We can talk about this. Later."

"No." Castiel said commandingly. Dean felt his heart begin to sink. "We're not talking about it later. Because there's nothing to discuss. My answer is yes."

Dean smiled, grabbing Cas and pulling him into a hug. Cas melted into the contact, nuzzling Dean in an action that was highly affectionate for him. They pulled away and not a moment was wated before they were kissing, Dean smiling like an idiot against his lips. They only pulled away when Ash and Jo started to make loud and inappropriate sexual innuendos.

Dean took the ring from Cas's hands, and Cas uncaringly dropped the box to the floor as his left wrist was grabbed. Dean slipped the ring on, happy when he found that it fit like a glove. He placed another small kiss to Cas's forehead before their intimate moment was over, and they were met by a hum of congradulations by their small group of friends.

As soon as everyone left, Cas slammed Dean up against the wall. Lips were hot and insistent as they sucked on Dean's neck, provoking a response from his body that was nearly immediate. Cas began to slowly grind their hips together, both of them quickly hardening. Dean knew tonight was going to be rough and passionate; just how he liked it.

Cas continued to rock against him, creating a rhythm of sucking on his neck and grinding at the same pace. Dean felt his knees go weak. Looked like Cas was topping this time around.

"S-Stop." Dean managed to get out. Cas did so, pulling away with a confused look. Dean felt his face begin to turn bright red, and he looked down, shuffling his feet. God, this was embarrassing.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" Cas questioned, stepping away. Dean nodded his head no, still not quite able to form the words in his throat. "Then what?"

"I..." Dean mumbled something unintelligible, "Iwanttowearthepanties." He finished, in a big rush. Castiel's head tilted just the smallest bit, before the words clicked.

"Of course. Why don't you go put on the blue pair?" Cas said. Dean nodded his head, and immediately began walking to their bedroom. As followed most of the way, but didn't go in the door. Dean shut it behind him, to give himself some privacy. He rummaged through their drawers, quickly locating the satin, ocean-blue panties he'd stuffed under all the other clothes. He had four more pair hidden amongst his clothes, but these were still by far his favourites.

He slid off his pants, stepping out of them, before very gently pulling up the panties. He tried not to concentrate on the pull of satin against his skin, or the way the frills felt nestled inbetween his thighs and along his hip bones, but it was hard. Ever since Cas had convinced him a year ago to try wearing them, he'd been hooked. He quickly tucked his hard cock back into the fabric, letting out a shaky breath as he walked back towards the door.

He let it slowly swing open, turning before he could see Castiel's hungry expression. He sauntered towards the bed, feeling eyes on him the whole way there. He dropped into the soft sheets, turning onto his back. His eyes were closed at this point, but he was still acutely aware of Castiel's presence.

His breathing hitched when the bed drooped, but he kept his eyes closed. Even as Castiel's hands ran up his legs, worshiping every inch of his body, tugging at his shirt until Dean sat up to help him get it off.

Finally, Dean was shaking. He had been touched everywhere except where he wanted it most, and Cas was currently planting hot and wet kisses across his hipbones. He let out a long, needy groan, bucking his hips a little to try and get his point across.

"Look at me." Castiel said. Dean's eyes flickered open on command, taking a deep breath. Cas slowly scooted down to his bulge, never breaking eye contact with Dean. His hair was messy and unkempt and his lips bright red and swollen as they closed over the bulging fabric, sending a wave of heat to Dean's dick.

Dean threw his head back, feeling his cock give a throb against the fabric. He was panting heavily, and he felt like he was going to explode at any minute. He finally got sick of waiting and reached over to the side dresser, grabbing the bottle of lube. He waved it at Castiel, and Cas pulled off of his cock.

"Fuck me, please." Dean said, breathlessly. Cas smirked, nodding his head.

"Hands and knees." He commanded. Dean did as he was told. Cas scooted off and he rolled over, ass in the air as his forearms rested against the bed sheet. He buried his head in the pillow and let out a soft groan as he heard the lube being uncapped. He needed Cas inside of him, now,dammit. He shifted his hips impatiently as Cas coated his fingers.

Finally, he felt the lace slowly pulled down, just far enough so that Cas could reach his hole. Cas slowly pressed one digit against it, waiting until Dean pushed back before he actually started to push in. Dean tried to relax his muscles, impatient with the task of prep. A second finger entered as slowly as the first, and Dean's hands slowly turned to fists on the sheets. It was starting to feel really good; Cas's fingers were pushing up against his prostate repetitively now, scissoring apart as they opened him up for something much bigger.

"Just fuck me already, please, I'm ready." Dean finally forced himself to say. Cas's fingers pulled out before they moved to lube up Cas's member, making sure that Dean would feel comfortable with the intrusion. His hands moved to grip Dean's thighs as He lined the head of his cock up with Dean's entrance, letting out a hiss of pleasure. Dean tried to spread his legs further for easier access, but found that the panties kept his thighs firmly pushed together. The satin rubbed up against his cock still, and he let out a groan.

With that, Cas finally began to slowly thrust in. His nails left small crescent moon shapes on Dean's hips as he slowly thrust inch after inch into Dean's eager body, and Dean struggled to relax himself. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, letting out a small, contented sound as Cas bottomed out. He felt so full and good, Cas's head just barely pushing against his prostate...

"Move." He said, wiggling his hips impatiently. Cas slowly began to pull out, until only the tip remained, and then thrust back in. Dean let out a long, drawn out moan at the sensation. Cas had perfected absolutely drilling into his prostate as of late, and used it to his full advantage whenever Dean let him top.

"God Cas, faster please," He said, feeling with every rock the lace rub against his still straining cock. Cas happily obliged, beginning to pick up the pace. In and out, in and out, a little harder, oh god that's the spot. Dean let out long and breathy moans of Cas's name, praise falling from his lips as Cas's speed rose higher and higher.

It wasn't long until Dean was being fucked in earnest. The bed was creaking and banging against the wall with Castiel's every thrust, moans and pleas were falling from Dean's lips as he rocked his hips back to meet every thrust. Castiel was controlled and precise as he snapped his hips in and out, buried in the glorious heat of Dean. He let his head rest on Dean's shoulder blades, letting out small moans and groans as he felt his own pleasure grow. It wouldn't be too much longer now before he was cumming.

He reached around Dean's body, hearing a strangled cry as he found his target. He began to gently caress and rub Dean's now leaking erection through the silky fabric. Dean felt it rub up against his skin, hot and slick and perfect, and he couldn't take it any more. He let out a long, drawn out moan as he came, pleasure slowly spiraling out to the very tips of his toes.

Cas came inside of him, his seed shooting deep as Dean's muscles spasmed, milking every last drop out of his cock. He let out a groan, hips continuing to thrust as he worked to ride out his own orgasm and make sure Dean got to ride out his. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was done.

Cas slowly pulled out, his cock going soft inside of Dean's warmth. He groaned and fell to the side, looking over at his soon to be husband. The silver of the ring glowed softly in the dim light, a reminder of the promise they made today. Castiel let out a sleepy smile.

"I love you." He mumbled, closing his eyes. Dean couldn't bring himself to say it to anyone, no matter how much he knew it to be true. So, he just smiled, putting an arm around Cas. The gesture showed more than words ever really could; meant a million more things to Cas. Cas slowly faded off into sleep.

Just because Dean couldn't say it to anyone, didn't stop it from being true. And as soon as Cas was asleep, as if it were the most treasured secret in the world, Dean whispered, "I love you, too."

Please leave a review, for old time's sakes? Hehe, look at me getting sentimental. If you really want to make me smile, you should tell me what your favourite part of the fic was ^_^
Oh, and be looking out for my next fic! Should be out (completed and posted in one chapter, it's going to be a fairly short fic but still too long to be considered a 'oneshot' really) around the start of season ten at the very latest.

EDIT: That fic is already up, if you would like to check it out. It ended up almost twice as long as I intended :/ Thank you all for reading this~