Collection of Destiel

For the Love of Cas

Prompt from anon: I dunno if you've gotten things like this but a secret established relationship until Sam finds out or domestic life in the bunker.

Hope you enjoy, I didn't know if the 'or' meant like treat them like choose between relationship or domestic life or what so I just tried to meld it together. Hope it came out somewhat like you envisioned.

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Castiel took the dripping plate from Dean's hand carefully and began to dry it with his damp rag. A light tune filled the kitchen air from Dean's old radio that played nothing but his classic rock music. Dean's hips swayed along slightly as he scrubbed some gunk from another plate. The sun was out and they could hear birds chirping through the cracked window. A pleasant breeze swept through that reminded Dean of summers as a kid, before hunting became his life.

"How long do you think Sam will be gone?" Cas asked softly as he set the dried plate on the rack and then reached for the next.

Dean shrugged as he bumped his hip against Cas'. "Not sure. Could be a while... he went to the library and that nerd could be there all night."

"I love you." Cas murmured as he let the rag and plate fall into the sink and he turned to wrap his arms around Dean's neck. He brought his head up and started to kiss softly up and down Dean's neck.

Dean snickered as he tried to focus on washing the dishes. "Hey, cmon baby, if these aren't done when Sam gets home he is going to wonder why-" His voice cut off when Cas started to nibble on his ear. "God, Cas, your mouth...."

"Tell me you love me." Cas pressed his hips against Dean's and started to lick and suck his way along his jaw line like he was starved for the taste.

Dean moaned out lightly as he gripped harder to the plate in his hand and let his eyes roll a little. "You know I love you." He pressed his hips against the counter and tried to stifle the low heat building in his stomach. "Cas, he could be home any minute."

"It's been three weeks, Dean." Cas whined as he pulled back and broke contact from Dean. His arms wound themselves over his chest as he leaned back against the opposite counter and glared at his lover. "I don't understand why Sam can't know. I don't understand why no one can know."

Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead to calm the head ache clawing its way into his mind. "Cause, Cas, I just am not ready."

Cas sighed through his nose. "You will never be ready. You just can't admit that you love a man."

"That isn't it." Dean clenched his jaw and turned his head to stare into Cas' calming blue eyes. "I just... I have never loved anyone before. And I don't.. I don't know how to act around people. It would just make everything uncomfortable. It would just-"

"It would make everything official." Cas let his gaze fall to the ground. "You told me that we had a steady thing going, sleeping together in secret, having meet ups and cuddling when no one was around... but when no one knows, it is easier to break everything off. No strings. That is why you won't tell him. because if you did, you'd be stuck with me."

Dean swallowed hard, a numbing sensation crawling up his back. "Cas, I-"

The front door screeched open and the whole kitchen went silent. Footsteps clunked toward the kitchen and soon Sam appeared in the doorway with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes quickly scanned the room and fell on Cas staring at the ground and Dean staring at Cas.

"How was the library?" Dean asked as he turned his back and noisily began to wash up the dishes.

Sam walked over to the table and took a seat as he tossed his bag on the table. "Uneventful. Nothing on hybrid shapeshifters. I just don't think they are real."