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Castiel sat in the War Room with Sam across the table from him. The two of them were researching a case, and Dean was…somewhere. He never really liked the research side of things, and he had also said that Sam and Castiel working together was a good way for them to bond considering they would soon be brothers in law. (Ignoring that they have already been good friends for years).
“Found anything?” Sam asked, glancing over the top of his laptop. Castiel shook his head.
“No.” He held up the book he was holding a little higher so that Sam could see the title. It was, you would never guess, a book about folklore, “This book is gripping, though.”
Sam laughed and shook his head, “Glad to hear it.”
The friends fell back into a comfortable silence until, out of nowhere, Dean popped up from beneath the table, “Sneak attack!” He exclaimed as he grabbed Castiel's shoulders and shook him.
Castiel was not spooked, not in the slightest. He just kept his eyes trained on his book and offered Dean nothing but a, “Hello, Dean.”
Dean frowned and set his chin atop Castiel's head, “Why aren't you very frightened, scared, and oh so disconcerted?”
“Fifty cent word.” Sam commented.
“Thanks. I read.” Dean deadpanned before turning his attention back to Castiel, his face softening, “Hey.” He said.
“Hello.” Castiel said back.
Dean moved his jaw back and forth against Castiel's head, and there was the subtle sound of his facial hair scratching against Castiel's hair, “How long is your nerd party going to last?” He asked.
“Until we figure out the situation in Topeka, Dean. Like I told you three hours ago.”
“Three hours.” Dean repeated, sounding aghast. He tossed his arms around Castiel's neck, “That's too long without my angel.”
Sam made a disgusted sound from behind his laptop, “Get a room.”
“I’d love to, Sammy.” Dean said with a sigh, earning one of Sam's famous bitch faces, “But my fiance here has suddenly decided he hates me.”
“Dean,” Castiel said, “I don't hate you.”
“Then come watch a movie with me.”
“No.”
“You hate me so much.”
♡♡
“One movie.” Castiel said, plucking the remote off of the TV stand and crawling onto Dean's lap on the loveseat which took the place of the two recliners in the DeanCave because holding Castiel was much harder in one of them and that was an affront to all that was good and right in the world.
Dean smiled and placed his hand on Castiel's hip, looking up at him with so much love he just about had hearts in his eyes, “One movie.” He said, “I promise.”
Castiel found himself giving Dean a winning smile despite knowing very well the man was going to keep him in the DeanCave for more than one movie. And Castiel knew he would end up going right along with it without complaint.
Castiel kissed Dean's nose before reorienting himself on his lap and facing the TV, his back pressed against Dean's chest and Dean's chin promptly finding its way to his shoulder. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and squeezed him, “You're trapped forever.” He mumbled into Castiel's shoulder.
Castiel rolled his eyes fondly and turned on the TV, “If forever means the movie's runtime, then yes. I'm trapped forever.”
Dean grumbled, “How about forever means forever?”
“Impossible, Dean.” Castiel said gently, like he was telling him something deeply upsetting, “You'll have to get up and use the bathroom, eat, sleep, stretch your legs, etcetera eventually.”
“Did you just verbally say etcetera?” Dean asked.
“Yes.”
…
Dean laughed and buried his face into Castiel's back, “Okay, not forever. Just until I have to get up.”
“No. Until the movie is over and I have to get back to researching. Like you promised.” Castiel reminded him, trying to make his tone come across as firm, but it failed spectacularly and he just ended up sounding so very fond.
“Did I say that?” Dean asked, “You say some crazy stuff when you're trying to get your husband to pay you some attention.”
Castiel's face reddened at the use of the word husband. They weren't married yet, but Dean often used that word, citing that he and Castiel were already pretty much married anyway. Castiel could hardly argue.
“Your husband pays you plenty of attention.” Castiel said, “You're just needy.”
“Am not.”
“Yes you are, Dear.”
“I'm so not needy it's crazy.” Dean deflected, doing a poor job of it because he could not bullshit the angel that knew him backwards and front.
“That's just not true, Dean.”
Dean frowned, “Yeah?” He asked, “Well, I don't really think I like your tone, mister.”
“Is that so?” Castiel asked, fighting to not crack a smile and definitely losing.
“Yeah.” Dean placed his hands on Castiel's hips and changed their positioning. He held Castiel down against the loveseat by his hips and crawled on top of the angel, straddling his legs which hung over the side of the loveseat. Maybe it was time to get an actual couch.
Castiel's eyes widened at the sudden change, and suddenly the hands on his hips took on a new meaning other than an affectionate touch. Heat rose to the angel's face, “Dean?”
“Gotta teach this wise guy a lesson.” Dean said, grinning. Oh, that look wasn't the same Dean gave him when they were about to fool around. Castiel knew the look nonetheless.
Castiel rolled his eyes playfully, the heat in his belly transferring straight to his chest with great affection for this huge dork he was going to marry. Playing along, Castiel held his fists up like a boxer, “Stick 'em up, then.” He said.
Dean absolutely beamed at Castiel playing along, but, remembering himself, he cleared his throat and held his own fists up, “Oh you're gonna get it now.”
With that, Dean began fake punching Castiel, making obnoxious sound effects as he thrusted his fists all around the angel, not making contact of any kind.
Castiel had read about this somewhere, it was called affection aggression. Dean did things like this regularly, pretending to beat Castiel up in the comical way that cartoon characters from the thirties would with a lot of boom pow bap onomatopoeias. Other times, Dean would take Castiel's arm and–bite him. For no reason. He just would. It would never be a hard bite, and even if it was, it wouldn't harm the angel, but it was enough to leave little tooth imprints that Castiel was incredibly fond of, so he never once told Dean not to bite him. Wouldn't dream of it.
Castiel laughed as Dean had called it before, ‘laid the hurt on him’. He couldn't help it. Dean was just so ridiculous, and so handsome, and so wonderful, and so his.
When Dean was done with the punches, he wrapped his arms around Castiel's shoulders and began lightly shaking the angel around before eventually settling and sliding his arms up to Castiel's neck, pulling him tight against his body and holding him. Castiel didn't mind Dean's full weight against him one bit, “Are you done?” Castiel asked playfully.
Dean nodded into the side of Castiel's head, “I'm no longer choosing violence.”
Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and kissed his temple, “You're ridiculous.” He said fondly.
Dean smiled, “Yeah, ridiculously in love with you.”
It was possibly the cheesiest thing Dean had ever said, straight out of a chick flick, but it filled Castiel with so much joy he could hardly stand it. Beaming, Castiel pulled Dean's face far enough away so that he could have better access to kiss him.
The kiss was sweet and innocent, closed mouthed because it didn't need to go anywhere at the moment. Castiel just wanted to show his affection as Dean had, only he didn't have the inclination for affection aggression like Dean did.
“I love you.” Castiel said in a whisper, “A ridiculous amount.”
Dean grinned, “I see what you did there.” He kissed Castiel once again before saying, “I love you too.” Against the angel's lips, “You still owe me a movie, though.”
Castiel shook his head fondly, “Of course. How could I forget?”