Your Guardian Angel (Destiel) COMPLETED

Chapter Thirteen

"Okay, Dean, Sammy and I are going out. If you get into the booze just be careful. Can't afford taking him to the ER intoxicated when he isn't even supposed to be here. An don't do anything I wouldn't do!" my dad warned me.

"So I can't kiss my boyfriend?" I asked sarcastically.

"Don't do anything that will send you to jail or the morgue!" he corrected and then left.

"Yes! house to ourselves!" I sang as I pulled out two beers and handed one to Cas.

I threw in a Rage Against the Machine CD and turned it as loud as it could go. After a few songs I heard a knock on my door. Cas was in the kitchen so I answered.

It was Castiel's dad. "can you please turn down your Satanic chantings?"

I turned my head to the kitchen when I heard footsteps coming my way and hoped Cas got the message. "No, Dad, keep cooking. It's just Pastor Novak. I can handle it."

"Handle it by keeping your pagan rituals at minimal volume? because Ido have my family to think of and I will not have you corrupting any of them."

I stood there staring at him and silently praying to a God I didn't believe in that the part of the song would come one soon. Next thing I know I heard what I wanted coming. "FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!" I screamed then slammed the door in his face. Did it change his opinion on me? probably not. But it sure as hell felt good.

After a few beers I was slightly more than buzzed but not quite all the way drunk but Cas was such a light weight and Drunk Cas was a hilarious side I was happy to see.

"You! lookin' at me! lookin' at you!" we sang along to Ozzy together. "I wanna talk to you!"

I tried head banging but ended up losing my balance and falling onto Cas who was laying on the couch. "You're an angel, Cas!" I laughed drunkenly.

"Ha! more like a fallen angel." he shook his head. "I'm not perfect, Dean."

I looked up at him, confused. "You don't have to be. What would I do if you were perfect? I'd be terrified to even stand next to you. Constantly compare myself to you. I couldn't do it. I love you how you are. All your scars and quirks and fears. They make you Cas." I shrugged. "And I really love you, Cas."

He quickly pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't a sloppy drunken kiss like I expected. It was sweet and passionate and he was entirely in control of how his lips moved perfectly in sync with mine. He gently nibbled on my bottom lip. And gasped when I placed my hand up his shirt.

He pulled his lips away from mine slightly. Our foreheads were pressed together and green eyes met blue as we gazed at each other.

"I'm sorry I never let you in, Dean." He whispered to me. "I still want to get better, but I want you to help me get better. I need you. And I'm really not sure if it's me or the beer talking but I can honestly see a future with you. I can see getting married. Having a cute little house with a gorgeous garden, because obviously we'll hire a gardener, and a picket fence. And little children running all over. Well, just two. Maybe we can convince Jo to be our surrogate. And a big cherry tree with a little swing hanging from it. And a cat!"

"I hate cats." I laughed.

"I want a cat..." Cas' big blue eyes widened. He looked like a small child told "no" in a candy shop.

"Maybe." I gave in. Hopefully he wouldn't even remember the cat tomorrow and I'd be home free. "But the rest of it sounds absolutely perfect, Cas. I would really love for that to happen." I pulled him down on the floor into my lap and wrapped my arms around him. "Have I told you that I love you?" I kissed his collar bone.

"Only a few times. But say it again. I love hearing it."

"I love you, Novak."

"I love you more, Winchester."

***

I woke up wondering what to do with my life. Dad was at work (who works on a sunday?!) and Sam was with a buddy of his so I had the house entirely to myself.

The doorbell ringing around noon was a huge surprise for me. an even bigger surprise was my amazing boyfriend standing on my porch. "Sorry, doll, I don't want any cookies." I laughed and he let himself in.

"Do you get all your jokes from the '50s, Winchester?" he sat himself on my couch.

"I'll have you know there are plenty of people who find me funny, Novak."

"Yeah? and how long ago were they burried?" he smiled slyly.

"Oh haha. so funny. you can leave if that's how you'll be." I sat next to him on the couch.

He laid on my lap. "Nah. I like it here more than I like my house. Do you have food? I'm starved!"

I pretended to be shocked, "Castiel Novak?! hungry?! no way."

"Shut up and feed me." he laughed and pulled me into the kitchen.

"I can't cook!" I stared at him then took a second thought. "Nevermind. That's a lie. I make some badass pancakes!" I pulled all the stuff out to make pancakes. Cas sat on the counter watching me as I cooked. He looked so adorable like that I got distracted a few times, thinking about kissing his cute little face.

"Bon appétit!" I placed a huge stack on the table and sat across from Cas. He took four pancakes all at once while I took two.

"French, huh? fancy."

"I'm in French three. Je parle le français un petit."

"That's hot." he mumbled while shoveling good in his mouth. "These ahh gweat!" he mumbled.

"I know." I smirked. He was so cute when he talked with his mouth full.

Wow, love really does make you lose your mind.

***

"Did I do anything stupid last night?" Cas looked up at me from wrapped in my arms. We had finished our pancakes and were now cuddling on the couch watching Carrie (the original of course).

"You sang Ozzy with me."

"Damn... anything else?"

"Well, you talked about our future." I smiled.

"I'm sorry. That's gotta be awkward since we haven't even been dating for three months yet." He looked down and blushed.

"No," I moved his head so he would face me. "I thought it was cute."

"Except for the cat idea?"

I pushed him away. "Dammit, Cas. I thought you'd forget that! you don't remember singing Ozzy horribly but you remember asking for a cat?"

He looked at me. Eyebrows pressed together and head slightly tilted to the left. "I like cats." he said, confused.

"I said maybe."

A very angry knock at the door pulled us both from our conversation.

"Castiel Novak! I know you're in there!"