Out of the many pictures that he and his husband had hanging or sitting upon tables or counters throughout their entire house (and not to mention the hidden cabin nestled deep in the woods), the picture of both of them walking down the aisle on their wedding day was the most treasured moment that he would forever cherish, the moment that he and Dean were seen wed in front of all their friends and family. It was such a happy day, one that he would look back at and tear up a bit just because of all the things that lead up being happily wed with Dean until the moment he died peacefully.
With Dean’s help and along with his brothers Sam and Adam, he was able to stop the Apocalypse but yet it came with a price. He wasn’t able to stop Michael and Lucifer from inhabiting Sam and Adam’s bodies; that was the day he saw his younger brothers fall into Hell and never come back. This too was also the day in which he saw Castiel once again and reinstated with full power; grateful for the angel being there, he was transported back to Dean’s arms and he cried on his husband’s shoulders until he couldn’t find the strength to cry. He then vowed to get his brothers back somehow without the use of a crossroads demon or anything of demonic origin.
He was lucky with having Castiel and his guardian angel searching down in Hell for his brothers and it took time to reconnect with his brothers the moment they resurfaced; he was forever grateful for the angels’ help. With time and regaining trust, he could easily say that things were basically perfect with how he had his family back along with his husband. Later that year, he and Dean renewed their vows in front of everyone that they knew, that day going down in the books as one they would never forget. The most memorable time during their wedding day was he and Dean dancing to “Never Be The Same”, one song that Dean introduced him to the very night he first said to Dean those three words that could make any cold heart warm; “I love you.” This very song came to be one in which he and Dean would sing and play next to the fireplace often with the accompaniment of one sassy kitten, Zeppelin.
With a cat and two killer whales along with his husband, he knew that they had a perfect family. But every now and again he would go into the room that Dean built that was supposed to fit one body that Dean immensely feared; a child. It was something in his life that he wished for, the husband, house and pets were checked off the perfect family list and a child was the last ingredient. This too, he knew, would take time and patience with his husband and he was always happy and in love with Dean. He knew that if there was never the opportunity to have a child with his husband, he would always remain happy that he got a slice of normal life with the fact of being married. But with years down the road, they were ever so fortunate; they had a son, a young boy that they rescued from a case that turned nasty – with the result of both parents dying at the hands of Lucifer rising again. This boy would grow up to be in the world of both hunting and being a car mechanic, something that he was ultimately proud of even though he and Dean never forced their son into the job of hunting.
Throughout the years of hunting, scrapes and bruises, family gatherings, watching their son grow up in age and schooling, their pets ageing but remaining spirited and playful… one thing entirely remained the same; he and Dean were very much in love and their love only grew with the marriage that they had together. Every now and again where they would be larger problems that occurred due to supernatural forces, he and Dean would remain strong to conquer over them along with all the allies that they made connections with along the way. Through many years, their house was their everything; their place of solace, their training grounds for hunting, the car shop, the family gatherings, a state of mind. But above all else, their house was a home and it welcomed everyone who was their friend or family with a gracious hospitality and additional memories.
With time, he was able to conquer his fear of mental darkness and death; the memories of abuse and torture from Hell that he had slowly faded with Dean and love. Dean, the love of his life, also dealt with the memories of Hell along with Purgatory; it was something that he graciously helped and talked to Dean about to get his husband strong to conquer the fears and turmoil. Love for them would conquer over everything with years of help and support. And that was something that they were grateful for was their love that they had for one another. Their years of married life were sometimes not perfect, with stress and misinterpretations but it would always have love… and really good sex every time whenever they had the chance. As the years went on and slowly coming to a close, he knew that it was amazing and a wonder that he lived a long and happy life – even with the occasional hunt, it was still memorable and just perfect with his family and husband. He couldn’t have asked for more.
The night that he died was a peaceful one; it was also the night in which his husband died along with him, knowing full well that Dean would not want to move on in life without his husband there with him. He knew that his time was up when he accomplished what he wanted to do in life – hunt, marry a wonderful person, have a child and a wonderful family, and help others in any way that he could. That night was where he heard a voice, an angel’s, speak in his head that “It was time.” He remembered smiling at Dean, placing his wrinkled hand upon his husband’s face and murmuring, “It’s my time.” They held each other’s hands once Dean knew what was going on, their rings worn and dulled with age. Placing a soft kiss against Dean’s mouth, he whispered, “I love you,” and Dean spoke back to Dean “I love you too Dean” soon they both fell into a relaxing sleep, one that he would never wake up again. The moment he woke up again, he was in Heaven and was greeted with Dean at his side – Dean then told how he requested to the angels that he too wanted to die peacefully, just to be with him. Crying with a smile, he hugged Dean for all he was worth and was elated with being young and happy and still married to this wonderful man.
They would forever be somewhere without pain, without darkness, without despair. No more memories of Hell, of Purgatory, of darkness, or regret. No more hunting, fear of dying, or thoughts of torture. It was now family and friends and happiness, peace and tranquility. They would wait for the day that their son would also be allowed through the gates, to be reunited as a family again. But for now… it was only them. And that was something he would never grow sick of, being with his Dean. His husband. His friend, his love, his everything. And that was perfect for him.
They never changed one thing about the life they had before they died, all the sex, and it felt as if it was just them moving on with life, and never ending, they would always be together, and that made the relationship they had was that much more amazing. “I love you Dean. Always and Forever.” Dean smiled a little and spoke against his husbands lips as they were having sex, yet again. “I love you too. Always and forever.”
As long as we both shall live, until death do us part.
Verchiel’s mind swam in confusing of what was going on. One minute she was lying on the cold hard shower floor then being swept up into strong arms the next. The head injury she sustained caused her to not be completely sure of her bearings. At first the angel pushed and struggled against the large body that held her. She was terrified that someone was trying to take her away to make her do more unnerving things against her will. Her throat burned from sobs that wracked her body until she was placed gently on a bed and she let herself relax when she found that it was Dean that had been holding her. He tended to her wounds as she continued to look at him. It was the most comforting and secure feeling in the entire world to be able to just look at someone that she trusted with her entire life. Flashbacks of her fallen brother hovering possessively over her body ripped through her mind and she shuddered and shied closer to the hunter for protection. There was no way that she could be completely safe if the pure memory of her sibling could haunt her so physically in her own home. Was she being punished for saving Dean Winchester? How could that be possible. If it was Castiel’s task to free him from the depths of Hell in the first place; why would it be wrong to do it again? Was it meant to only be her brother’s task and not her own? Surely there would be any peace for anyone who did their Father’s bidding. Verchiel was troubled and confused at why this was happening to her. When she brought them home; she thought that they would have left all fear behind them and be able to start a new life. It was obvious that the angel was sorely mistaken. Verchiel’s thought process was broken when she heard the distressed voice of Dean apologizing to her and asking for her forgiveness. How could he ever think that this was his fault? He had no way of knowing. Verchiel placed a hand on the hunter’s cheek and stroked the skin with her thumb. It was a gesture that the hunter had always found comforting and reassuring. The angel had no doubt that it would do the same now. Her throat was too sore to speak so instead of letting Dean merely sit beside her; she pulled him close to her so that she could rest her upper body in his lap; comfortably fitting her head underneath his chin. The angel’s soul and body was torn in two at the expense of her brother. But Dean Winchester made her whole again.
His worry was broken the moment that Verchiel had rubbed her thumb over his palm; a signal that symbolized that everything was going to be alright, that she wasn’t going to leave him despite what happened to her. Dean was so very very confused… He was only gone for a moment, to relax, to straighten out his mind while he allowed the angel to take a comfortable shower that ended up in disaster. Dean didn’t know what happened from the time he left to the time he found Verch lying unconscious in the shower, a sight that Dean couldn’t get rid off. With a soft whimper, he was relieved a great deal the moment that he saw that his guardian angel was active and still with him. He didn’t want Verch to leave, to never come back again; he lost so many others already and he never wanted to see Verch on that list of those who never came back to him. With a soft sigh, Dean allowed Verch to get comfortable and he just held her close to him, his eyes heavy with tears as they rolled down his face and some of them ended up staining his shirt that he was so comfortable in. And then Dean began to close his eyes, drifting his mind away from the bad that occurred and trying so hard to replace them with better memories to keep him calm. Dean needed to be calm, to be strong. The only thing that he could do was fall asleep and hold Verch protectively, not wanting anything to happen to his friend; and so with a soft shudder, Dean then began to fall asleep with the thought that things were going to get better. They had too, he thought. His hope was still remaining strong and he didn’t want it to go away.
He smirked at Dean’s begging and then pulled up off Dean’s member and stood up and crawled up Dean’s body and then himself so that he was over Dean’s member and he reached down with one hand and then lined Dean up and thrusted himself down onto Dean’s member and let out a loud moan, stretching himself open as he rode Dean as hard as he could, the sound of Dean’s skin hitting against his own, and feeling of Dean inside him again felt amazing and he let out a loud cry of Dean’s name, and though he was pretty sure that Dean was kind of hoping to have him get off again, he really just wanted Dean to let go inside him this time and enjoy himself while he gets Dean off. Which he was doing greatly.
The moment he felt Dean sliding down on him, he let out a broken scream and held onto Dean’s hips; watching Dean with lustful dark green eyes, he slammed up to meet with Dean’s thrusts and he couldn’t help but growl out softly from how tight and hot Dean was. Sounds of their skin slapping against each other quickly was being such a turn on for him at this point, he didn’t know what else to do than to thrust more up into Dean while claiming his husband’s lips passionately and staking his claim. He was going to come for Dean so soon, the way that his husband was moving against him was taking his breath away and he was panting a great deal from it all. Moaning loudly, he gripped Dean’s hips a bit harder, husking out in Dean’s ear, “Gonna come, so deep inside of you… Wanna see you fall apart love, make you beg for me to give you whatcha want.” Licking Dean’s ear, he moaned, “You want that, Dean? To come inside you so deep? I’m real close… so close.”
When the hunter came back in, Castiel opened his mouth, about to apologize for everything, but was cut off by a held up hand. Slightly annoyed that Dean wouldn’t allow him to speak, Castiel watched him head for the bathroom, plopping down on a bed a minute later.
The angel closed his eyes, running a hand over the soft comforter, feelings of guilt and frustration still plaguing him. It shouldn’t be this way. This was a vital time for him to have his powers, but no, they were slowly draining away. Would they disappear for good?
“Why, Father?” Castiel spoke softly, a hint of anger in his tone. “Why must this happen to me? Why aren’t you here?” His voice was rising now, blue eyes flashing. “I believed in you! I always had faith that you would return. But now, during the most dire times, you abandon us? Abandon me?! What kind of a God—” He broke off then, body trembling in rage, stopping himself from accusing his Father anymore. Even through all this, he wasn’t going to lose faith completely. He couldn’t.
Once Dean got out from the shower, he was beginning to dry himself off and slip into more comfortable clothing but was stopped by hearing the angel in the other room yelling in a rage. Mouth open with slight surprise, Dean hastily slipped on the rest of his clean clothes before opening the door quickly to find Cas sitting at the end of the bed with a rage.
“Whoa… whoa there. Cas?” Dean rushed over and sat next to the angel, giving Cas a quizzical stare; he was confused as to why the angel was yelling over something that couldn’t be helped; if God was truly gone and could never be found again, he believed that they needed to grin and bear it at a time such as time. Dean needed Cas to be the strong one as well, his friend that has remained dutiful and concentrated throughout the entirety of their friendship and travels.
“Cas… Keep your faith. Believe me when I say this but I need you to stay strong with it. You sure got more of it than what I could ever come to get. Just remain confident that we’ll get through this without gettin’ fried.”
He let out a slight hum, but then whined as Dean pulled off, and he looked down at Dean’s hardened member and he thrusted into Dean’s mouth a little and then he pulled just as he felt the heat in his stomach and he moved his member a little and he let out a moan, and came onto Dean’s face and into Dean’s hair, mostly getting Dean’s hair. He looked down at Dean and smirked slightly. “You look sexy.” He moved and grabbed Dean and then kneel’d down and then started to trace his tongue over the base of Dean’s member and then licked over the slit and hummed against the back of his lips and then took Dean into his mouth slowly going down on Dean, until his nose was pressed against Dean’s pelvis and then pulled up and slowly bobbed his hand, and before Dean could grab his head, he grabbed both of Dean’s hands and held them away from his head.
He hummed out with content, licking his lips slightly as he touched his hair and brought his fingers to his lips to taste Dean. Giving his husband a wicked smile with a twinkle in his eyes, he moaned out at Dean pushing him back and to work on his member. Once he saw Dean holding his hands away, he couldn’t help but let out a whimper at not being able to hold Dean’s head while thrusting into that luscious mouth sucking and licking away at him. But… he slowly moved his hips back and forth with a soft cry, whispering out Dean’s name softly and begging for so many things; for Dean to get him to come, for Dean to fuck him so hard he wouldn’t be able to think straight, for Dean to do anything to him. He sounded desperate but he loved seeing and feeling Dean doing this to him, making his breath short and ragged as Dean bobbed back and forth on his member. When Dean started to deep-throat him, he whimpered out, moaning, “Dean… Please.”
Wanted Dead or Alive | Bon Jovi
A family man, I see. Glad to hear that, y’know? Looks like you’re gettin’ a great break at last.