Never Let Go||A Destiel AU Fanfiction

Chapter 26

"The best feeling in the whole world is watching things finally fall into place after watching them fall apart for so long." -Unknown

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Cas' Point of View

Castiel turned on the shower, moving the handle so the screeching sound lowered down to a soft warm. The bathroom door opened, and Dean came in, a genuine smile on his face.

"What do you want to do first when we get home?" Dean asked in the shower-he jumped in with Cas.

Castiel's stomach boiled; "when we get home"

"I don't know," Cas mumbled against Deans skin, "I just want to spend time with you."

Dean grabbed his warm hand, placing a kiss on his knuckle. Cas wet hand grasped Dean's jaw, allowing his thumb to rub a spot behind his ear. The heavy droplets of water pounded on Cas' back, it was his back that pain once lived.

The steam clouded on the glass around them, and the atmosphere was thick. They both enjoyed hot showers, and together, the heat was comforting.

Dean didn't wash Cas; he didn't have to anymore.

But Cas did wash Dean.

His hands was covered in soap, rubbing Dean's smooth skin, noting the hard parts of his body, like the dip in his back and his hipbones.

The moment was very personal, there weren't many words being said, and there didn't need to be any words.

Castiel glanced up at him, and watched his smile widen. Dean pushed back Cas' wet hair. He flushed when Dean caressed his jaw, thumb brushing against his cheekbone. The Winchester leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on the lips that were once covered in a mask.

"Thank you Dean," Cas gasped, Dean lightly pressed Cas against the shower wall, the waterfall of water forgotten behind them.

"Thank you for what?" Dean said against Cas' collarbone.

"For staying with me." Cas' hands roamed Deans' bare back, his muscles tensing under the touch of hands.

A light knock at the door, and a familiar voice broke the moment of peace.

It was Lisa.

Dean jerked back immediately, shutting the shower, placing his finger to his own mouth; as if saying, "She can't know I'm here." Castiel wasn't sure why he would act this way, but he went with it.

Cas wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened the door slightly: Dean quiet as a mouse behind him.

Lisa stood there, a smile on her pretty face. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," Cas replied, "How are you? And the child?"

"I'm doing great, and the baby, she's a girl." Lisa told him, "The doctor told me yesterday, I figured Dean was here since his jacket is on the chair."

Before Cas could say anything, Dean stepped behind him, a blue towel around his waist.

"It's a girl?" He questioned, a grin curling at the side of his mouth.