Work Text:
“Every tiiiime that I look in the mirror…” Dean sang along, absently and under his breath as Aerosmith blared from the speaker sitting on a worktable. Beneath Baby, he lay on a creeper, jogging his foot as he checked his darling’s muffler for a leak.
“All these liiiines in my face gettin’ clearer…”
He’d spent most of the day working on Eileen’s new ‘68 Mustang down in the bunker’s garage and he’d keenly felt his wife’s* dismay.
*“Is it really necessary to refer to your car as your wife?” Cas had said a couple of weeks ago.
“Don’t be jealous, angelface. Baby’s my wife, you’re my boyfriend. What’s the problem?”
“I think we’re getting into a weird area, Dean.”
“Honey, you’re seraphim. Our son is God. The area was already weird.”
“You can’t think I’m lookin’ at that Mustang the same way I look at you,” Dean murmured at his Impala. “Just helpin’ out Eileen. Now, I need you to believe me. Faith is important.”
Dean heard footsteps and he frowned as Aerosmith’s volume lowered, Sam’s boots appearing next to his head. “I can’t tell if you’re praying or talking to the car.”
“How do you know I’m not praying to the car?” Dean said. He rolled out and smirked up at his brother.
“Nothing would surprise me at this point.” Sam stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded down at Dean. “You almost done with the Mustang?”
“Patience, fella,” Dean said, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “Also, she needs a name, that car. You ask Eileen about that?”
“Yeah, she says it’s a he,” Sam said. His lips twitched in amusement. “And his name is Cuthbert.”
Dean stared at him. “Is she saying that to fuck with me?”
“Probably,” Sam said with a shrug. “Cas home soon?”
“Fuckin’ hope so,” Dean said, frowning. “He’s been upstairs forever.”
“Four days, Dean.”
“Four days too long!” Dean sighed. “S’fine. I’ll just be happy when this angel orientation stuff is finished already.” Sam was chuckling and Dean glared, tossing the greasy rag at his brother’s face. “Glad my aggravation amuses you.”
“No, it’s just cute,” Sam said, shrugging. “You’re so domesticated now. You miss your boyfriend. Who happens to be an angel. Who works in heaven.”
“He only part-time works in heaven.” Dean wagged his finger.
“You think we’ve gotten a little blasé about the fact that half our family is a seraph and God?” Sam said, stroking his chin.
“Yeah, probably,” Dean said, slowly rolling his way back under Baby. “But last week God and I watched Wrath of Khan and ate Sour Patch Kids, so it’s hard not to take it for granted, I guess.”
“Real,” Sam murmured. “Alright. Hope he brings home dinner soon. I’m starved.”
“I’ll order pizza if not,” Dean said, sighing, and heard Sam’s footsteps echo into the hall and up the stairs. “No, that’s okay, Sammy,” Dean said to himself. “Don’t bother to turn the music back up or anything.”
Not fifteen minutes later, Dean felt Cas coming before he heard or saw him. It was something he’d noticed since Cas’s last return from the Empty, when he’d come back juiced up, not just a full strength seraph now but a particularly powerful seraph. Once he got within about ten yards, Dean could feel him coming, an electric buzz in the air, a tingling under his skin. Sam swore he didn’t sense that when Cas was around and Dean wondered if it had something to do with their “bond” even after all this time.
Occasionally, the lights flickered or the windows rattled. But that was only when Cas was doing it on purpose, knowing Dean got a kick out of it.
Dean rolled out again, angling to the left, and saw Cas’s Oxford shoes appear.
“Hey there, handsome,” Dean said, winking at him upside down. “You better scram. My boyfriend’ll be back any minute. Jealous type.”
“Dean-”
“Just saying. You don’t wanna rumble with a fully loaded seraph.”
“You’re dedicated to this bit then?” Cas set a bag full of food and a tray of drinks on the work table and Dean craned his neck to see.
“Food!” He pulled up his t-shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead, not missing the smouldering look Cas gave him as he watched. “How was upstairs?” He raised his arms, expectant.
“Boring mostly.” Cas took Dean’s hands and in one smooth motion brought him to his feet and then into his arms. “Are you greasy and sweaty from working in here all afternoon?”
“Yeah, sorry-”
“Don’t be,” Cas murmured, kissing him soundly, bending him back over the hood of the Impala as Dean hummed in surprise.
“I missed you.” Dean shoved Cas’s trench coat off his shoulders and Cas let it fall to the floor. He yanked on Cas’s tie, pulling him back down for a long, wet kiss. Cas nudged Dean’s knees apart and squeezed between them and Dean lay on the hood, biting his lip. “Hey, Cas. Do the thing.”
Cas rolled his eyes. “Dean…”
“C’mon, it’s so hot when you’re just coming from heaven. You’re all glowy.”
Cas sighed in an overly dramatic fashion and stood up, staring down at Dean just as his eyes lit up neon blue, his formidable seraph’s wings spreading behind him. “Happy?”
“Yes,” Dean said. “But mainly horny.”
“That, I can help with.” Cas took Dean’s hand again and pulled him down to the garage floor, climbing on top of him and shoving his shirt up his chest. “You smell so human. Like a Home Depot.”
“Pillow talk still needs work,” Dean muttered. “But you’re learning.” His legs were wrapped around Cas, his fly popped, when Sam pounded on the door to the bunker.
“Hey, guys! Not to interrupt, but I can just get my burger?”
Cas scowled at the door just as the knob started to turn and Dean heard the telltale pop of a lightbulb in the hall and Sam’s yelp of surprise. “I’ll come back later!”