Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-08-30 09:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: castiel (endverse), ₴ inactive: dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester & Castiel
Where: Bunker
When: Magic Plot
What: Before and After
Warnings: Language
While Dean had been worried for a minute, that had all disappeared after a night of passionate sex with Cas. He awoke the next morning to Castiel still sound asleep. He leaned over to press a quick kiss to his cheek and then climbed out of bed. Wearing his favorite robe and slippers, Dean went up to make breakfast for the two of them. Since it was a Sunday and they were both off, he decided to make breakfast in bed. He carried a tray down with two cups of coffee, buttered toast, eggs, and of course, plenty of bacon. Dean set the tray down on the nightstand and walked around to the side of the bed where Cas was sleeping. "Hey, wake up, babe. I made us breakfast and you don't want it to get cold. It won't-" he cut himself short as he recalled that Cas could heat the food with his powers. "Get up anyway and eat with me." Cas was tired. Really, really tired. Sex didn’t normally exhaust him this much, but last night must have been - something else. He had felt the kiss when his partner had left the room, and that hadn’t alarmed his sleepy brain very much - yet, but Cas had every intention of getting up and brushing his teeth and then joining him, whoever he was, but after a few minutes he had fallen back asleep and didn’t wake again until the guy came with their breakfast. He was so sweet that it was almost unbelievable. Did this happen often? “You made us breakfast. It smells wonderful.” He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. Maybe the coffee he smelled would help wake him up more, help him how he had gotten here.Cas stretched and yawned and looked over at this extremely handsome man and found himself quite pleased with the man he had attracted. “What time is it?” "It's around nine thirty. We're both off and we can spend the day together." He lifted the tray and set it down on the bed, carefully. The last thing he wanted was to spill hot coffee all over the bed. "If you want anything else, just let me know and I can go get it." Dean took a sip from his mug, enjoying what was now his second cup, and reached over to grab himself some bacon. "So, do you want to do anything special or just lounge around the bunker for the day?" Either way, Dean didn't care what they did, so long as they enjoyed themselves. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to Castiel’s cheek, grinning brightly. “I think I might be addicted to kissing you.” “I think I’m okay with what you have here, thank you,” he said, returning the smile. And that guy had perfect teeth, and they were off today, so says him. So, they probably worked together. Which meant he had a job. What did he do? What did they do? Why couldn’t he remember that? Certain other things he remembered, like how safe he felt here and there was no reason to come out of his skin or leave, maybe this was his place? But the guy had a robe, so maybe it was his. It felt like things he had known were slowly being pulled from him and leaving just the basics behind. Some of the basics. Most of the basics. He sipped from the mug that he assumed was meant for him, not sure if he should reach for anything that might lighten or sweeten it, so he drew his hand back and wrapped it around his mug. “Um, maybe,” he tried to answer the question posed to him but strangely had no idea and didn’t want to decide in case the response was wrong. “What would you rather do? Go to the bunker or do something else?” He reached for a slice of bacon, and gave it a little taste with the tip of his tongue before he put some into his mouth and chewed. He smiled at Dean again when he kissed him, and put his own fingers to Dean’s cheeks. “Do we kiss a lot?” Dean looked at Cas with a raised brow when he took the mug of unsweetened black coffee, and took a sip. He usually put half a sugar bowl in the damn thing and suddenly he was drinking it with no milk or sugar? He brushed it aside, figuring that Cas was maybe just super tired and wanted his caffeine straight. He set his mug off to the side on his nightstand and grabbed a plate, serving himself some eggs and more bacon. Again, there was another weird look in Castiel’s direction. “Dude, this is the bunker, we’re already here...maybe you should get some rest.” When Cas asked him if they kissed a lot, that was when Dean really started to get worried. “Cas, you seriously don’t know if you kiss your husband a lot?” They weren’t even close to being married, but he was trying to figure out what was going on with his boyfriend. “I mean, it’s been a year now. I would like to think you remember certain things like that.” Now that it was pointed out to him, it kind of did look like he was in a bunker instead of a normal bedroom. Concrete walls and floors with a few rugs thrown over the ground to make it a little more inviting. It didn’t take away from the prison cell vibe he was getting now, but still, it didn’t seem entirely weird. Maybe the weird part was him not really remembering this and not feeling panicked by it all. He just nodded at the other man as he sipped his coffee and ate his bacon, watching with interest as the other filled a plate for himself. Was he supposed to do that, too? He put his coffee down and took up a plate and began to scoop up some eggs and toast for himself, still chewing on the piece of bacon he had taken before. Something had to be familiar, nothing he wracked his mind for seemed to want to appear, not even his name. What if he had been drugged last night and this guy was some breakfast making weirdo? What if he was - “Wait, what? We’re married?” Cas exclaimed, a little louder than he meant to, sounding completely stunned. He was quiet for a moment, blinking down at the eggs on the plate he held, trying to take this in as much stride as he took the rest. “We’re married,” he said finally as he put the plate back on the tray. Being married was a good thing. They hadn’t obviously gotten married because he had gotten the other one pregnant, it was because they wanted to, they weren’t pressured. They were in love, right? Maybe that’s why he wasn’t panicking. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t trying to run. Maybe he knew that this guy meant safety. Trust. “I’m sorry, I - don’t know you. I don’t know me, or - no, you said my name is Cas, didn’t you?” Dean sat there silently, his appetite completely gone at this point. His mind wandered back to the time where he had been cursed and not only had his memories started to slip away, he was forgetting everything, including who he was and how to function as a person. He couldn’t imagine that anyone in Vallo would do such a thing, but anything was possible. “Yeah, your name is Castiel, I like to call you Cas.” He leaned forward to set his plate back down on the tray, not really sure how to handle this. This wasn’t permanent. Whatever it was, there had to be a way to fix it, or maybe it was something in Vallo that would disappear in a few days. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it. “We’re not actually married. I just wanted to see if you were being a dick or not.” His voice was flat and void of any emotion, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset over it. He reached out to set the other man’s plate down, and then took his hand in his own. “I’m Dean, and we’re in love.” Dean paused for a moment and took a deep breath, squeezing Castiel’s in his own. “I’m going to fix this, alright? It’s going to be fine, Cas.” He said aloud, mainly for his own benefit, and moved in closer to place his arms around the other man. “I think maybe we should just stay here for the day. I want to make sure you’re safe at all times. I don’t know what the extent of this is, but I’ll figure it out.” “Hello, Dean,” he said, confusion shining brightly in his eyes. This morning wasn’t turning out anything like he’d expected, although, to be fair, he wasn’t really sure what he had expected. He knew he had sex last night because he was naked. He knew it was with this man because they had awakened (sort of) together. He knew this Dean made good coffee and that he really liked bacon and wanted more. And he knew Dean seemed nice and sincere, even though he had actually lied to him about their being married. But that was okay, since apparently he was a dick when he was his normal self. And, very importantly, they were in love. This wasn’t a one night stand, they were in love, and that made him feel so, so much better. “I - I believe that you will, keep me safe. You seem like you’ve done that a lot. I probably should have tried to escape when I found out that you lied about us being married, but I don’t feel like you would hurt me.” Cas felt safe, but that wasn’t something he was going to say out loud. He squeezed Dean’s hand back and moved a little bit closer to him without thinking about it, but when he did, he scooched back over to his side of the bed, though he kept his hand twined with Deans. “Does this happen to me often? Is it a sickness?” "No, it was just a joke, Cas. I wasn't trying to trick you into believing it. I'm already married, remem-" Dean stopped himself when he realized what he was about to say. Of course, he didn't remember. He couldn't even remember his damn name. "You're right though, I would never hurt you, and I always do my best to keep you safe." His gaze dropped to their hands on the bed and he just laughed. "No, this isn't normal for you, Cas. But, I am going to check to see if anyone else is having a similar problem." Dean wasn't even about to broach the subject of him being an angel, but he hoped that the other man wouldn't end up using his powers accidentally. "If you want, we can go take a shower together. You can finish eating if you want." Though his appetite was gone, he still needed the caffeine and he turned to retrieve his mug, finishing off his cup of coffee. "We don't have to shower together though. That's up to you." “You’re already married,” Cas repeated, unsure of why that had actually hurt. He didn’t know Dean from Adam, but it felt like he had punched him in the gut when he’d said that. Cas didn’t move way though, it seemed like this was a scenario that happened often between them, and he had some thinking to do. When he remembered things, he had known Dean was married, the easy way Dean said it to him was enough to tell him that. But as he was he couldn’t help how uncomfortable it made him feel. He glanced around for clothes, discarded pants or a shirt or robe - something that didn’t leave him sitting here naked with someone else's husband. He spotted a pair of pants that he assumed belonged to him on the floor on the side of the bed he was on. “Can you - do you mind turning your head for a second while I grab these?” He waited until he wasn’t being looked at before he grabbed them and pulled them on, sliding easily back into the bed, this time on top of the covers, but still edging close to Dean. “Let’s finish eating first, and then - maybe a shower. I have to get used to knowing that you’ve seen my naked ass first. Unless you like a shower now, then by all means.” "Yeah, sure," he nodded in agreement, turning his head away so he couldn't see Cas. Which was ridiculous, but he wasn't going to make a big deal about it. "It's fine, really. We don't have to shower together if it's uncomfortable for you." What if his memories of them were lost forever and they had to start all over again? Would Castiel even want him, if he didn't remember anything about him? "You can finish eating and I'll just go shower instead." Dean looked at him with a hesitant smile, and then made his way upstairs to the bathroom. *** His arm had been broken in the whole ordeal, but Cas was back, and he remembered them again. While it would have been nice to have full use of both arms, Dean was more than happy to have the other man back. Safe, sound, and in his arms again. Thankfully, Cas hadn't been hurt in the whole battle, and Sam himself had even come out successful in murdering multiple vulture turkeys. Once Cas was fully rejuvenated, he would heal his arm. But, for now, he would just have to take it easy and he would happily boss around Castiel until he was healed. Dean was just climbing into bed, smiling warmly over the man next to him. "Are you sure you feel okay?" Castiel was grateful to Dean, and everyone else who had helped break whatever spell the lady had him under. He didn’t remember her being overly cruel to him, except you know, making him a living zombie, but he was happy to block out everything he had gone through there, especially what he had done to Dean. It was “just” a broken arm, but he remembered that he knew better when he was fighting Dean. He hadn’t wanted to, he wanted nothing more than to just go home with him, but at the time he couldn’t control his body, it was like he was possessed and he had no choice but to do what his body was forced to do. And he could still hear Dean praying to him. He sounded so sad and so desperate and no matter how much Cas had wanted to answer him, he couldn't. He was sure that he would hear Dean calling out to him in his head for the rest of his life. Once Dean was settled into the bed, he crawled over to him, careful not to jostle his hurt arm and kissed him soundly before he rested his head against Dean's chest. "For being possessed by a magic sucking entity and forced to do her bidding, I'm pretty good." Cas glanced up at Dean and smiled softly. "I'm eating all my Wheaties so I can be big and strong and fix your arm and the rest of your boo-boos faster. "Do you want me to get you anything? A beer or a sandwich or a blow job - anything?" Honestly, Dean really didn't blame Cas for any of what happened. Cas hadn't joined on his own volition. He had been brainwashed by some extra crazy super tall bitch. He had shown up to their location in hopes of talking Cas down from the ledge, but either his connection to the angel wasn't strong enough, or she had been far too powerful. He was leaning towards the latter, but of course, there would always be that slight nagging of guilt behind it. This time, he hadn't needed a machine to tap into his mind. Dean had been able to pray to him directly, but it hadn't worked. "You know, all of those sound good to me." He hated that he couldn't put his arm around Cas at the moment, but he knew that he'd be back to good in no time. "For now, I think that all I really need is you." He turned his head to kiss the other man on the mouth, looking at him with an exasperated smile. "Without you here, the bed felt as big as an entire ocean, and I felt like I would never find my way back to shore. I was fairly confident that you wouldn't be under her spell forever. But, I wasn't sure if you would get your memories back, and that scared me." He admitted with a whisper, leaning in to press his forehead against Castiel's. "It scared me because I didn't know if you would still want me, given my flaws and all. And it scared me because I felt like I needed you to survive, just as much as the air I breathe, and I'm not used to that." “Oh, Baby,” Cas’ voice was a tiny whisper as he looked at Dean. His eyes filled and glistened with unshed tears as he choked back a sob. He would have never left Dean the way he did, unless he was forced into it, and what had happened was force. Kidnapping. And he was so glad he never had to worry about the tall lady again. He hoped. The cure for that was to try and remove whatever grace had been given back to him by Vallo, but he didn’t know if he would survive something so direct. No, he loved Dean, so much, and he would just try to fight harder if something happened again. It hurt him so badly to hear Dean talk like this and know that his love had felt that way too. “I’m always going to find my way back to you, Dean. You’ll never have to swim in this ocean alone for long.” Cas put his hand on Dean’s cheek and drew him in for another kiss, deeper and maybe a little wetter as his tears spilled when his eyes closed. “You’re perfect for me, and you’re exactly what I need. As long as you want me, I’m going to be here.” "Yeah, but-" Dean started to protest, only to change his mind and shake his head. He was beyond exhausted at this point, having slept only a few hours over the past few nights. “Okay, I believe you.” Honestly, he didn’t even remember what he had been about to say. That was how exhausted he was. “I’m really glad to have you back.” He admitted with a faint whisper, leaning in against Cas with his eyes closed. “How about we finally get some rest? I don’t know about you, but I did not sleep well these past few days.” “I’m glad to be back,” Cas rested his cheek against Dean’s head and laid back with Dean against him, offering the opportunity for him to burrow down and get more comfortable, but not leaving Cas’ arms. He wasn’t really ready to let go yet. But what would happen next? How would he manage to hurt Dean again? What if he closed his eyes and woke up to find himself back in that cave? He took a quiet breath and tried to relax himself, to clear his mind enough for him to be able to close his eyes and get a little peace. He couldn’t, but he could pretend. Maybe eventually sleep would be a real thing for him. “Yeah, sleep sounds good. I’m really tired, too. We can talk about it more tomorrow, if you want. Or never again. I’m okay with either.” |