Lucifer In Lace

Part 15 Epilogue

The Aegean Sea was not as blue as Castiel's eyes, thought Dean. Though he couldn't really see Castiel's eyes beneath the Ray Ban aviators he was napping under. The boat was becalmed, though if they needed to, Dean knew there was a killer motor tucked away discretely in the hulls. The sails barely rippled in what little Summer breeze available to them. The great swathes of cloth, brighter than the clouds hung in a perfectly cerulean sky. Dean was quickly running out of adjectives for blue and his mind was screaming gold and cream and rose as he took in the sight of Castiel's sunbaked torso, slightly glistening with sweat and Dean could almost smell the coconut sunscreen wafting off of Castiel. Like he was a delectable feast laid out under nature, waiting to be despoiled.

Dean was the man for this job. Though he froze within an inch of touching his lips to Castiel's. Dean laughed and slowly eased the Ray Bans off Castiel's head and sure enough Castiel was giving him a steady, penetrating look.

"Are you happy Dean?" The question came abruptly, was said in a low wondering voice.

Dean didn't know the answer to that. He knew he felt free, as much as any human could be free, with Castiel. When they had escaped Stull Maximum Security Prison, it had felt something like a victory march. To zoom out the back gates, into the forest, onto the highway, into the night. Castiel had triumphed against his oppressor, the man who killed Castiel's brother Michael. In a Monte Cristo twist, Castiel had allowed Nicholas Novak to blow himself up by tricking him into taking the bomb onboard as loot. Nick had showed his true colours in the end, shooting Dean and Castiel in cold blood, but of course Castiel had prepared for that, had put no less than three kevlar vests on Dean and one on himself. Had made sure the gun Nicholas held rigged bullets. It was an intricate, obsessively planned plot that Dean could tell Castiel had taken pathological joy in concocting and executing. Such was the man Dean was in love with. He should probably be afraid.

So there was something very wrong with Dean that he felt arousal instead of fear in the presence of the new Lucifer. Castiel wore the title with little ceremony. Dean had not seen him make a kill personally, but he knew Castiel was working as the head of organised crime in pretty much all of Europe and the States. It was a crown Castiel wore with some ease, having appointed various hand chosen disciples and imposed some wicked hierarchy. In Castiel's words, crime may as well be organised. So it took one top of the line customised laptop and a personally designed sailing yacht to run an empire of nefarious justice. Dean should probably have a tonne of moral quandary in what Castiel did for a living. Though that would be a lie. Castiel did not work as Lucifer, he just was Lucifer, he enjoyed the diversion.

"I'm happy to be with you," was Dean's answer after way too long a pause and Castiel was running the tips of his fingers down Dean's forearm. The tiny innocent touch making Dean flush.

"I received an email from Sam," Castiel said. "A save-the-date for his wedding with Jessica Moore."

Dean rolled his eyes, trust Sam to have the personal email of the world's biggest gangster and then use it to send a wedding invite.

"Why didn't you tell me your brother was getting married?" Castiel asked softly, his eyes getting that strangely vulnerable look. "Are you, perhaps, not ready to showcase our current relationship status in a family event?"

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Eh Cas, it's not like we can go? Most wanted criminal and alleged prison siege hostage here."

Castiel winked slyly. "We can role play that tonight, Dean. I need to talk to you about the progression of our personal relationship."

"Want to update your Facebook relationship status?" Dean asked, Castiel's eyes flashed, he was gonna pay for that sass later, hopefully not too much later.