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Shutting the door with a thud, Dean leans against the door happy to finally be home after another shitty day dealing with shitty fucking people. With a sigh, he pushes away from the door heading straight to the kitchen to grab a beer. He should also probably eat something since it's been 10 hours since breakfast.
Throwing the fridge door open, grabbing his favorite beer and twisting off the cap, he slammed the door shut as he drains half the bottle in one swallow, something catches his eye by the kitchen table. He probably should have turned on the lights, but whatever. Walking over to the light switch, but before he can flip it, something, no, a whole grown man he’s never seen before steps out from behind the wall leading out into the living room. Still in the shadows, the only light coming in through the windows, Dean can make out a solid frame, broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and the bluest eyes Dean has ever seen. Not just an ordinary blue, no, these were something from depths within the ocean, a blue so deep it's all you could do to drown in them.
“Hello, Dean '' a deep gravelly voice says. A voice that in any normal circumstance would have dean on his knees in 30 seconds. As it is, his knees hold steady, but only just.
“Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck did you get in here?” He meant it to come out assertive but he sounded more wary and more than a little confused.
The man, who is currently looking at him like he could see his very soul, cocks his head to the side and squints (that shouldn’t be adorable on a fucking stranger that broke into his house but what can ya do, ya know?)
“I’m Castiel, The Love of your Life” He says with full conviction, Dean just stares back unblinking, mouth opening and closing looking even more confused because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
Dean stops doing his best impersonation of a fish out of water and finally manages to squeak out “Excuse me? I have no idea who you are, I feel like if we had met before I'd remember eyes like yours, and you still didn't answer my question of how you got into my house.”
The man, Castiel, (man that's a mouthful…heh) moves towards him, emerging from the shadows slowly encroaching on Dean. As he comes more into view Dean takes in his full appearance. Hair thats fucked six ways to Sunday, a god awful trenchcoat with a suit thats about a size to big and a tie thats on backwards. This would look absolutely ridiculous on anyone else, but it's oddly adorable on Cas.
Oh for fuck’s sakes Dean, don’t start handing out nicknames to strangers who break into your house, regardless of hotness.
“I used my key, obviously” Cas says, like Dean should have already known the answer. Dean stares back looking for any sign that this is a prank of some kind. It's been about two months since his last prank on Sam, so Dean is expecting retaliation. However, this seems a bit much even for Sam. He should call him and apologize really. It's been almost six weeks since they talked, well Sam mostly yelled about his bald head but whatever.
“Okay, I'm gonna need you to start making actual sense or I'm gonna get pissed. Did Sam put you up to this?”
A small smile plays on Cas’ lips like he finds something amusing, maybe he does. Reaching up to cup his hand on Dean's cheek, swiping his thumb across his cheekbone. The fact that Dean hasn't pulled away and decked this guy right in his ridiculously hot stupid face, says a lot.
“I told you, I'm the love of your life and you are mine, Dean Winchester. I know everything about you” his hand drops to around the side of his neck, fingers playing with the short hair on Dean's nape. “ I know everything about you. John and Mary are your parents, both died in a car accident about 10 years ago. Sam is your brother. You moved in with your Uncle Bobby after your parents died, so you could focus on making sure Sam finished highschool.”
Dean stands mouth agape as Cas’ other hand connects with the other side of Dean's neck lacing his fingers together and squeezing.
“You dropped out of highschool, got your GED, took a few courses at the local community college and have been helping Bobby run the garage ever since.” Cas’ hands slide down to grip his shoulders, sliding down the length of his arms.
“You frequent the Safeway on 1st Ave, every Saturday. You hold a barbeque every other Sunday with your family and friends, you and Charlie have game nights every third weekend of the month.”
Cas grips Dean’s hips, hard enough Dean is sure there will be at least a few finger sized bruises. He drops his right hand, slowly dragging his left across Dean's lower stomach. His muscles clench and unclench under the touch. He has not a single fucking clue as to what the fuck is happening. Has no idea what to even think right now. He's been home for all of 10 minutes and has this gorgeous and more than slightly terrifying man that he's never seen before, laying out his entire life story before him, like this shit is common knowledge. He’s allowed to have a moment, and by moment he means not saying a single fucking word, because honestly, what can he say to this shit right now.
Circling around him Cas continues “ It's Thursday which means it's a burger and pie for dinner, homemade or ordering in, depending on the day you had at the garage. You wash Baby every Saturday star-” Dean suddenly finds his voice, his brain coming back online, albeit not fully since the next words out of his mouth are.
“If you touched my Baby, I’ll kill you dead” the man just chuckles, like Dean won’t put him down right now. In hindsight, this man has told him information about himself only a very select few people know and the only thing he's concerned with is that fact that his Baby might have been violated. He should probably unpack that later. One thing at a time though.
“I'd like to see you try” Dean can hear the smirk on Cas’ lips, the man's mouth ghosting his ear, his chest plastered to Dean's back. Cas’ hands slide slowly up and down Dean’s arms, which Dean is taking as something that's supposed to be comforting. However, for the first time since he saw some rando in his house, he tenses. His whole body suddenly on high alert, his danger siren is finally sounding.
“I assure you Dean, I would never dream of hurting Baby.” sounding oddly offended that Dean would accuse him of doing such a thing. That, of all things, has Dean slightly relaxing. That’s stupid and he knows, it but it still doesn't change the fact that, apparently regardless of whatever the fuck is going on right now, he knows how important Baby is to Dean.
“What the fuck is happening right now? How long have you been stalking me? How, When-” Deans breath coming in fast, his brain starting up a buzzing static noise making it difficult to form a complete thought or sentence.
“About 10 years now.” Cas says, as he's still basically draped over Dean's back. “ I saw you in a coffee shop on your way to school one morning. I knew then, the minute I saw you walk in, that we were meant to be. I knew then, that I would do whatever I needed to do, to make you mine”
Abruptly Cas’ physical presence on Dean’s back is gone, but he still knows he's there, he can feel the charge in the air, pure electricity.
Soft, Dry lips ghosting his ear
A voice of pure sin whispering in his ear
“The one thing I want is something I know I can have.”