For Dean

[godless_son]

"I still think that given the chance for a re-match, I would have won," Castiel points out, leaning his head out the window just a bit to let the blessedly cool night air hit his face. They'd decided to take the car, as none of the activities that Castiel had planned would benefit from Dean being either nauseated or constipated and it is a very nice night, besides. It is cooler than they've had recently and it will rain sometime in the next few days. As much as he misses the vivid sensations that humanity lends, he does not miss sweating. It is highly unpleasant.

"That Jersey Devil could have easily been a large bird for as hysterical as people get over urban legends and technically it only skirted the perimeter of the property. It certainly did not feel like a Jersey Devil, anyway, despite my inaccuracy.

The house itself, however, had been proven by and large clean of the supernatural and was well loved by generations of families. Castiel would very much like to have such a home with Dean, although he is doing his best not to push. Dean Winchester, for all that he gives and gives to Castiel, is not one to be pushed.

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[always_enduphere]

"I hunted one here a while back," Dean allows, one arm hanging out the window to feel the wind whip through his fingers. "That makes two, and two more than you've ever hunted."

If Dean sounds apologetic about winning the wager, he sure doesn't look it, grinning at Castiel over the seat. "I'm just more experienced."

[godless_son]

Castiel narrows his eyes at Dean, trying to suss out whether or not he is being toyed with. "You can hardly think that is true," he huffs. "I have been alive for longer than you can comprehend. It is simply that with my vast and endless knowledge sometimes the details are slightly less precise. At least I can assure you that the home is asbestos free. That is important."

[always_enduphere]

"Alive, yes," says Dean, "Hunting, no. And sure." Reaching across the seat, he squeezes Castiel's hand. "Asbestos is very important."

Releasing him with another grin, Dean eyes the road in front of him. "Think we should've brought Annie? She'll need to get the lay of the land eventually."

[godless_son]

Dean may have a point but decides he doesn't necessarily need to concede out loud. Anyway, it's the last part that has his attention, now.

"I thought," he says slowly, frowning over at Dean. "I thought we'd wait for that until we'd made a decision, a firm one. It would not do to get her hopes up."

[always_enduphere]

"Cas, she's a dog." Dean glances at him. "She's gonna love any yard we get," he adds, grinning as he remembers the Youtube video he's played no fewer than a dozen times. "'Saw a yard today. Best day ever!'"

[godless_son]

"It does seem likely," he murmurs, reaching over to grab at Dean's hand. "I, perhaps, am attempting to not get too attached to this home, just yet. You may have noticed that I can get very attached to particular things. I tend not to need a great variety to choose from. But that does not mean I do not still have every intention to enjoy fucking you in this backyard, regardless of whether we make a purchase. Another reason not to bring Annie. She gets curious."

[always_enduphere]

Dean laughs outloud, even as he blushes for the last time Annie caught them indisposed. "I'll tell you this, after a christening like we've got planned, we'd be bad people if we didn't buy it," he says, pulling onto the long driveway.

"Let's just hope they didn't set up security cameras in our absence."

[godless_son]

Castiel ducks his head for a moment, unable to fight a pleased smile. "Doubtful, and even so I would never let footage of you in such a compromising position be seen. You look far too good without your clothes on and I am far too jealous."

He takes a deep breath of the cool night air and listens to the distinct lack of noise. There are no sirens and no shouts, simply the distant sound of neighbors and insects in the trees. "I like it out here."

[always_enduphere]

"It's quiet," says Dean, echoing Castiel's thoughts. Even in the most remote of motels, he could still hear the road, the rumble of the ice machines, the click of doors locking all around him.

Now as he pulls into the space and cuts the engine, all that greets them is cicadas and wind moving through the leaves. "It'll take some getting used to."

Dean tugs off his seatbelt. "If there's cameras, I'm putting on a show."

[godless_son]

"I would expect nothing less," Castiel says, watching Dean move for a moment, just the sight of him always more than enough to make him want.

He twists back, grabbing a blanket and a small ice chest out of the backseat. "We have come a very long way since the last time we did something like this. I think we've done very well."

[always_enduphere]

"Yeah, well," says Dean, stretching out the kinks from the drive, "Try not to break my hand or strangle me this time." He purses his lips. "Not that I'm averse to a little choking."

He smacks Castiel's ass and walks to the door, searching beneath the mat for the keys.

[godless_son]

"Oh, good, I'm glad to know we're now joking about that," he huffs, glaring at Dean's back as he dutifully follows him. "We should be grateful that home buying does not require a landlord reference given our appalling history. I feel certain that the realtor is only favoring us because she finds you sexually appealing."

[always_enduphere]

Dean hums as he fits the key to the lock. "Takes more than an apocalypse and one to three deaths to dull these cheekbones," he says, rubbing a hand over his face before he opens the door, arm sweeping to invite Castiel.

"After you."

[godless_son]

"Indeed," he snorts, peering around the increasingly familiar nooks and crannies. "This house has a very peaceful energy. Babies were born here, old people died naturally and I must say that while an enormous amount of sex was had, we would be the first in the backyard," he says, fixing Dean with a very pleased smile.

[always_enduphere]

"I knew you sniffed around for sex, you creeper," Dean laughs, walking through the dark rooms to throw open the patio doors. "No sex at all out here? What a waste of real estate."

Stepping through, he throws Cas a look over his shoulder. "You pick up any tips in all that creeping?"

[godless_son]

"I have been creeping, as you say, for thousands of years," he points out, shifting the blanket into his other hand as he steps up behind Dean, wrapping his arm around his waist.

"I used to think sex was ridiculous and did not understand the appeal," he murmurs, pressing his rough cheek against the soft skin of Dean's nape. "Now I want you so much that even as an angel, I have no control over it. I am a warrior of God and you are able to lay me low without even trying."

[always_enduphere]

"Sometimes," says Dean, leaning back into Castiel, ass pushing shamelessly against him, "I can't tell if your euphemisms are accidental or on purpose."

He grins, gaze flicking to the four corners of the lawn. They could bring the fence down, easy - this far out, space is privacy enough, and Annie knows better than to run far on her own. Half the country could be their back yard. "Tell me what you want, Cas," he says, still leaning into him. "How you want it."

[godless_son]

"I want you spread out beneath me," he states, letting his teeth scrape at the junction of Dean's shoulder as he guides them both to take a few steps forward. "On your hands and knees so that I can watch how the muscles in your back shift when I push inside you. I've thought a lot about how your skin might look out here, under the stars.

[always_enduphere]

"Like it looks everywhere else," says Dean with a shiver, letting himself be guided, but when they reach the center of the yard he turns on the spot. "Facing the house," he says, crowding into Castiel's space, chin hooked over his shoulder and looking up. "I want to face the house."

[godless_son]

"Incorrect, there are many slight differences depending on where you are," he argues, tossing the blanket down before pulling Dean closer, one hand moving down to unbutton his jeans.

"I want that, too," he murmurs, kissing at the exposed skin above Dean's collar. "This is going to be a home for us, Dean. This will be our refuge."

[always_enduphere]

"You think we can keep it safe?" Dean asks, pulling Castiel's belt free, head cocked to give Castiel's mouth room. "How long will we get? A few years?"

Even that much would feel like a lifetime. Between their combined knowledge, Castiel's grace and Dean's sword, it could be that long. "I hope it's at least a few years."

[godless_son]

"Dean," Castiel says in a stern voice, fingers grasping at his chin to try and catch his gaze.

"We can keep it safe. We are going to get decades, do you hear? Someday I will fall and we will age together and we will sit on that front porch as old men. I have faith that we will accomplish that, together."

[always_enduphere]

"Cas," exhales Dean, but he makes no further protest. Decades are impossible, but it's such a nice thought. He doesn't let himself veer into fantasy - it's folly at best, suicide at worst, but standing in what could be their backyard, Dean can almost let himself dream.

"Okay," he says, ducking his chin to find Castiel's hem and tug his shirt over his head. "But I'm not doing a rocking chair."

[godless_son]

Castiel's mouth presses into a thin line as he watches Dean's face, pliant for the moment as he is undressed.

He knows Dean does not believe in that future and he understands why but it does not change what he feels. He simply has faith in the strongest sense that it will happen. Dean will go grey and Castiel will fall and catch up with him and they will grow old.

"I don't know what's wrong with a rocking chair," he wonders aloud as he reaches out to tug Dean's jeans off his hips. "We could get a porch swing, instead. We could get over-sized, durable lawn furniture and have sex in it, as well."

[always_enduphere]

"No one has sex in lawn furniture," says Dean with a soft laugh. "Me having sex on the ground is pushing my knees as it is, and don't forget it. Not everybody's some kind of Ultralast vessel sex machine."

He steps out of his jeans, gaze sweeping over Castiel in the faint light of evening. "Not that I don't appreciate the benefits."