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It wasn’t like he never wanted a chill apple pie life, he just wasn’t as vocal as Sam had been about it. It wasn’t in the cards for Dean Winchester. At the age of sixteen, he made his first kill and realized what his future held. He was a freak, and freaks could never be normal. He was destined to die a horrible, painful bloodied death. There wasn’t a point in trying for a life he could never have. Dean had to watch his brother pack his bags and leave for Cali, off to live his best life. Dean had stayed behind, had to stay for his dad.
Dean stayed behind to fulfill his fate.
21 years later…
Dean groaned as he returned to consciousness. He moaned as he sat up and his bones popped, and who would have thought that he would live long enough to cruse his body for being old? He sat there, allowing his mind and body to become one again when he heard feet shuffling towards him. He looked up and couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face. There was Cas in his fluffy blue house coat and bee bedroom slippers. Dean chuckled at his husband’s appearance, the dark hair was flat on one side but sticking straight up on the other side. Cas’s lids were heavy and he barely looked awake himself, but there he was, handing Dean a cup of coffee, just the way he liked it.
Sometimes it was hard to wrap his mind around his current life. That he married his best friend who was an ex-angel, and that Cas loved him in return. Actually wanted to settle down with him in an actual house. With an actual yard and neighbors who invited them over for cookouts. That they got to go on double dates with Sam and Eileen or that he now was a proud father of… God… Yeah, it was hard to grasp but if he got to feel this contentment for the rest of his life he wasn’t going to question it.
Dean sat his cup down on the nightstand as Cas wished him a good morning. “How did you sleEP!” Cas yelped when Dean pulled on the house coat sleeve causing Cas to fall on top of his lap.
Dean crashed their lips together, running his tongue across, begging for entrance. Cas willingly opened up for him and Dean was so thankful his husband had the habit of brushing his teeth before doing anything else when he first woke up. Cas tasted minty fresh and Dean did not feel guilty one bit about his morning breath, not like it seemed his husband was complaining. Dean shifted, gently moving Cas to his back so he could straddle his human-angel, their kiss never breaking.
Jack was taking a break from his Godly duties to visit them, but he wasn’t expected until the evening. They had time and Dean was going to take his time worshiping the angel and show Cas how much he meant to him, how much he loved him. Dean wanted to show Cas his gratitude with every kiss and caress. Thank Cas by drawing out sounds of pleasures that had the man clenching the sheets as Dean kissed, sucked, and thrust.
Thank Cas for showing Dean his fate wasn’t bleeding out in some woods in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
Thank Cas for showing Dean he was worth something, that he was worthy of being loved.
Thank Cas for giving Dean a boring apple pie life he never thought he could have.
Blue eyes shined with adoration up at him and Dean tipped over the edge. They both came calling out each other’s names. Dean held Cas close as the ex-angel rested his head on his chest, listening to Dean’s beating heart.