Static Radios and Broken Lights

16: So That Last One Was A Lie and This Is Probably Too Meta

WARNING: This chapter contains some sexual scenes. Please use discretion when reading.

It was a week before the wedding.

Dean and Castiel had agreed that they were going to spend the whole week apart. They knew their relationship was dangerously codependent, and figured that if they couldn't last the week, life was going to be very difficult.

Castiel hadn't admitted to it, but Dean knew he was frequently turning invisible and watching him when they were apart. Those kisses on Dean's cheek and the back of his neck from weeks ago had given Castiel away, and he knew it. So Dean laid out a few ground rules; no praying, no invisible kissing or watching, no phone calls and no asking Sam about each other.

Castiel sheepishly agreed, spinning his ring around his finger nervously.

So they spent their last night together, cuddled close and kissing a little bit. They didn't say much, but it was only because they both already knew -- i love you, i'll miss you, are you sure you want to do this, i can't wait to be married to you, i wish this week was over already -- so instead, they watched each other and memorized all the things they'd miss.

Dean watched Castiel's eyes and held his face for awhile before running his fingers through the black hair, mussing it even more than it already was. Then he turned Castiel around and lifted the shirt to look at his back. He massaged gently with both hands, but soon fingers were replaced by kisses, and thirty minutes later Castiel had dark circular hickeys all over; on the back of his neck, on his shoulder blades, on the small of his back and, three or four grouped right in the center. And when Dean pulled away with one final kiss, pulling the shirt back down over Castiel's back, Castiel turned back to face Dean and kissed him like they were going to be spending an entire year apart.

And then it was Castiel's turn to look at Dean for awhile. He counted the freckles on Dean's face, but lost count after the first few hundred. He looked into Dean's candy green eyes, and there was a light that highlighted such a beautiful piercing color in them. He stared for ten minutes before he realized that Dean was biting his lip and wanted to be touched or at least kissed because for humans staring was just step one. Castiel looked away briefly from the green, trailing his eyes down Dean's body and his fingertips trailed lightly behind. He kissed Dean's neck and bit gently and held Dean's wrists tightly by his sides because it wasn't his turn anymore. Dean closed his eyes and let Castiel kiss a trail down his chest to his stomach, leaving bruises behind.

It was when Dean was trying to squirm his hands away that Castiel let them go -- they immediately pulled Castiel closer -- and they kissed and touched each other and they slept together for the last time as an unmarried couple. It was slow and thoughtful and full of longing looks and deep kisses.

When morning came, Castiel's eyes were open and he was holding Dean close. He didn't want to let go just yet, but they agreed to eat breakfast together and then part ways. Dean woke up after sunrise, around six, and he held Castiel, touching his back one more time. Castiel grinned because he loved that Dean loved to touch him.

They laid together in silence for another hour, and both of them jumped when Sam knocked loudly on the door. "Hey, I'm making breakfast!"

Dean sighed and uncurled himself from Castiel, sitting up. He got dressed slowly, pulling on jeans and socks and boots, and he let Castiel watch him because literally everything would be missed during that week. As he packed his duffel for the week -- he was going two states over on a hunting trip because it was the only way he could stand to be away -- he watched Castiel get dressed, not in his normal suit and trench coat, but in a pair of Dean's jeans, one of his old graphic t-shirts with a Led Zeppelin album cover on it, and a sweatshirt that he doesn't really wear anymore. He pulled on his own shiny black boots that didn't match his outfit at all, but Dean didn't comment on it.