Apple Pie

Untitled Part 2

Derek stared down at his boyfriend as Stiles dropped his head to the table after being overwhelmed with emotions. As worried as he was about Stiles, it was still hard to concentrate with that smell in the air. It was unlike anything Derek had ever come across and the scent hit him as soon as he saw Castiel. Now with Gabriel here, the scent had thickened considerably. The scent of newly fallen rain, the earth, sunlight, easter lilies, and...candy?

His train of thought was interrupted when Dean pulled Cas closer to himself and whispered, "Outside. Now."

He hauled Castiel off by the other man's sleeve and the two disappeared into the back of the house. Dean finally stopped yanking Cas along like a ragdoll and came to an abrupt stop.

"I hate him," he announced.

"No you don't, Dean. You only just met him," Castiel said calmly.

"Well, I don't care," Dean huffed, crossing his arms like a defensive child. "He's got to go."

"No," Cas responded.

"Excuse me?" Dean gapped at his husband in anger.

"I said no."

"Cas, our son is dating a delinquent in a leather jacket!" Dean yelled.

"I thought his jacket was quite tasteful," Castiel replied.

"That's besides the point! Who's side are you on anyway?"

"This is not a game with 'sides' Dean. It is our son's first serious relationship, and let me say that at one time you were a delinquent in a leather jacket," Castiel added.

Dean scowled because as usual, Cas was right.

"Now I suggest we rejoin the group in a civilized fashion and that you, what is it you say? Ah yes, 'Calm the fuck down'."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle at his husband. Even though Castiel had been on earth for many years, he was still the same ole Cas. The pair shared a look with nothing but love in their eyes, liquid blue meeting vibrant green. Castiel tilted his head and gave Dean a little half-smile that reminded Dean of why he had fallen in love with the angel in the first place.

They intertwined their hands together before walking back into the kitchen. On return the pair discovered that the group had moved into the living room. Once the couple shuffled their way over, they could see that everyone else had already made themselves comfortable.

Sam was lounging in an armchair by the Novak-Winchester's unlit fireplace with Gabriel leaning against him, using one hand to hold a sucker to his mouth and the other to tangle his fingers in Sam's hair. Based on the lopsided smile covering his face, Sam didn't seem to mind.

Derek and Stiles were sitting on the right end of the couch, holding hands just like Dean and Cas were. Derek said something that made Stiles laugh hysterically while the werewolf merely grinned. Derek's thumb stroked Stiles' hand and the boy stared at his leather jacket wearing boyfriend with so much passion, Dean could've choked on it.

Now didn't that remind him of a certain couple? Perhaps a hunter and an angel? Yeah, him either.

He cleared his throat loudly and the happy pair snapped their heads in Dean's direction, the look of joy on Stiles' face disappearing within seconds making Dean feel guilty. Just a tad.

"Way to kill the mood Dean-O," Gabriel said amusedly.

Dean sneered at Gabriel before leading himself and Cas to sit on the loveseat directly opposite the couch that Stiles and Derek were sitting on.

"The chicken will be finished in about 45 minutes," Castiel declared. "It would have been ready sooner, but someone forgot to turn on the crock pot."