The Youtuber And The Teacher

The Most Badass Binge Watch You've Ever Had

I just wanted to mention something, because when Rose's baby died, that is not just a convenient way to get rid of a 'problem' that was a living child in her, and yes, I think abortion is wrong, also, please no hate towards me or in the comments 💖💖

*a few months later*

"Hey, Dean."

"Yeah, Cas?"

"The kids aren't home tonight."

"Nope."

"Royal's at Donnie's house."

"Yep."

"Rose is at Genevieve's house."

"Mmhmm."

"You know what that means?"

I look over at him, a smile playing around my lips. "What does that mean, Cas?"

Cas grins. "It's just you and me, tonight. You know," he says, tracing patterns into the sofa. "They aren't home until three o'clock tomorrow, and you don't have to be at school until 7:00. That gives us, oh, I don't know. Thirteen hours of free time." He looks up innocently at me. "Is it enough time?"

"Definitely enough time," I agree.

He grins before pinning me against the arm of the sofa. "Perfect," he growls against my lips. "Let's go."

I shoot up to the kitchen. "I'll get the popcorn if you get the movies ready!!"

Cas rummages around through our movies for a second before bringing out about nine.

"God, I haven't watched those in forever!" I moan as I pull the packages out of the cabinet, and start putting them in the microwave. "Royal said that they were, 'inappropriate'," I air quote, rolling my eyes.

I grab the four bags of popcorn out of the microwave five minutes later, and plop on the couch next to Cas, pulling the yawn-and-arm-drop maneuver. He cuddles into my chest as the opening credits roll by.

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"THE SNOW BLOWS WHITE ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT NOT A FOOTPRINT TO BE SEEN," Cas and I blare out as soon as the song starts. "A KINGDOM OF ISOLATION AND IT LOOKS LIKE, BITCH IM THE QUEEN! THE WIND IS HOWLING LIKE THIS SWIRLING STORM INSIDE! COULDNT KEEP IT IN, HEAVEN KNOWS I TRIED."

We continue to sing the entire song, until it ends, and Cas and I are both cheering, and breathing heavily.

"Damn, she's so badass," I sigh, a little while later, laying my head on Cas's shoulder, as Anna punches Hans in the face. "I envy her."

Cas kisses my head. "You're badass," he counters, holding back laughter. "In your own crazy way."

"Hmph."

Until almost twelve o'clock, the two of us re-watch Rose's old Barbie movies, and Disney movies, missing the good old days when she was six and still braided her uncle's hair, and invited Genevieve over for tea parties.

When we're on the last movie, Cas's breath tickles my ear. "We've still got time," he whispers, as if he we weren't  watching children's movies.

I turn my head to the left, my lips mere inches from his own. "How long?" I whisper.

"Seven hours." His lips brush mine.

"Enough time," I growl and smash my lips to his, but having him push me back down on the couch. He kisses at my neck as I claw at his back. I can hear Barbie the Island Princess playing in the background, but I ignore it, focusing on Cas's lips. I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and throw it to the ground,  kissing at his chest.

He slips his hands underneath my shirt, running his fingers across my rib cage. I let go of him for a second to let him pull off my old Warped Tour tee shirt.

Cas unbuttons my jeans, and pulls them down so slowly it almost physically hurts. He takes off his own pants, and grinds against my cock. He bends down to kiss my hip bones, and along my boxer line, before he pulls them down, revealing my hardening length.

Soon enough, his boxers are gone too, and it's just heated skin on heated skin, and lips on lips, and lustful groans, mixed with loving moans, and I can't help but falling in love with him all over again.

He enters inside of me, and my breath hitches. It's been months since I've had a night like this, and I'm so tight, because Cas hurts. He hasn't hurt like this since our first time in highschool.

I moan a little as Cas moves a little inside of me, slowly, making sure my only pain is from pleasure. Then he starts going faster, and I have nothing to do with my hands, so I grab his ass and pull him closer, making him gasp, and groan out, "Dean . . ."

His lips are so hot against mine and he feels so good inside of me and I'm either in heaven or on ecstasy.

"Cas . . ."

As I moan his name, and he growls mine, we start to reach our climax, and Cas is gasping and I'm screaming and I feel so light.

He takes himself out of me, and I grab his length, jerking him until he comes all over the couch. It takes him only one second to capture my lips with his, in one sweet kiss.

I grab both of his hands, leading him off to our bedroom, not even bothering to turn off the Barbie movie, who is currently singing some song about who knows what.

I lay him down on my bed, before crawling on top of him, resting my cheek on his chest.

"I love you so much, Cas," I murmur as he wraps his arms around my back.

"I love you, too, Dean," he says, his voice gruff.

And with that, I fall asleep. But not for long.
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Somehow, during my sleep, I rolled off of Cas, and onto the bed. Which, he promptly went looking for my body, half asleep, using his hands.

"Ow! Cas! Quit elbowing me in the freaking ribs!"

"Hmmm?" He asks, sleepily, but awake now. "What?"

I roll my eyes at him, but smile. "C'mon, Cas, we've been sleeping in the same bed since we were seniors!"

"Mmhmm," he murmurs.

"And you have all the blankets!" I exclaim. "I'm freaking freezing over here!"

He moves over to cuddle up against my chest, wrapping the blankets around me.

I sigh. How could I be angry at an adorable angel like that?

I rest my chin on top of his head and try to go to sleep once more.