"Do it Dean!" Sarah looks so excited about it. Dean is sure that she saw the piano before he did and that’s why between the three of the people drinking they’ve been through two bottles of wine. He’s considering playing, chewing on his lip as he looks around at the people at their tables enjoy each other and their food and wine.
"I don’t want to disturb them," he mumbles and pokes at his food, looking down at the plate. Everyone looks so happy, Dean doesn’t want to bother them.
But Sarah is already waving down the maître d and grinning like a cat with a mouse under it’s paw. “Can he play? He’s very good. Plays for the Army band.”
Dean’s shin gets a kick and he for some reason is nodding. “He doesn’t talk much though,” Sarah finishes.
He didn’t know he was supposed to agree verbally. Dean gives Cas a look that clearly says help as the maître d agrees and his feet take over, moving him towards the piano like he’s under duress. As soon as he sits on the bench though he’s a man changed. Everything feels right and he won’t attempt anything too complicated, not after three glasses of wine but he does his usual warm up with what he considers a typical etude.
Sarah drags Cas to the dining room with the piano and takes residence at an empty table. Sam brings up the rear with their wine glasses. “That’s Dohnanyi’s 6th concert etude,” Sarah whispers to the maître d. Dean hears and launches into Liebestraum, looking over to see what Cas is doing.
Though he recognizes the plea for help in Dean’s eyes, Castiel is shooing his mate away, encouraging him to loosen up and have some fun. He’s grinning and Castiel is obviously having fun watching Dean be walked off to his first introduction to the other restaurant goers.
Castiel is surprised by Sarah’s ability to bodily drag him to the new area, but he’s glad that his frantic stares are understood because Sam follows a few seconds later with the twins in their stroller. Relaxing immediately, Castiel keeps the stroller within arm’s reach and finally turns to look at his mate on the small stage.
To say the least, Dean looks good. Like he was born to play for others, not just himself and their children. But to crowds and concert halls. He almost wants to say that Dean’s talents are wasted in the military, but that’s not true. They’re the ones who allowed him to learn this skill in the first place, even if it was only as an outlet for his alpha nature.
He quietly listens to Dean’s etudes and knows that they aren’t simple at all. Any attempt on his part to mimic them ends in failure. But he’s not bitter. Playing the piano is Dean’s thing and cooking and being in the kitchen is Castiel’s. It was a fair trade off.
The omega sits up straight as he hears the beginnings of Liszt’s Liebestraum. But he’s soon after melting with the heat of the inner warmth he feels burning in him and he’s propping his head on in his hands, smiling happily. It’s a romantic yet sad song. Sort of like Dean’s desire to be with him, to not leave him. He can feel Dean in this song and it makes him sad, because he feels the same.
As the song comes to a close, Castiel is the first to applaud his mate before rising from his seat to join his mate on stage and kiss him chastely. ”You were amazing.”
"I said still," he says with false bravado in his voice as he gives Cas’ side a playful slap. He moves to upright looking down at Cas with a little smirk. Dean isn’t normally the one in charge, it’s his innate nature to take orders, capitulate to pretty much everyone but now he wants it.
He undulates his hips, teasing himself with just the tip for a minute before sliding down and using Cas’ full length to fuck himself. His tongue darts out between his lips and stays there as he rises and falls, enjoying the immense size with in him. He runs his fingers up and down what he can reach of Cas’ torso, not letting himself lean over.
One hand stops at where they’re joined. Dean looks Cas in the eyes as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, teeth clenching at the wet flesh as it retracts back into his mouth. His fingers trail up his erection barely grazing it before he wraps his fingers around himself.
He strokes as he rides Cas with languid movements. The blankets are pulled up over his shoulders, making a little cocoon of warmth, the only light comes from the candles. If it was their bedroom in the cabin it would be romantic but even now it feels like home because Dean hasn’t lived in a structure most of his life and knows it’s the people around him that make something a home.
The slowness that he uses creates a gentle slide within him. It doesn’t hurt anymore even though there is the likelihood that it could. Dean has no idea what average is but Cas is definitely above average. “You’ve completely ruined me for anyone else,” he teases and slides up so he can tease his rim with the head. “I hope you don’t get sick of me.”
Castiel stills as the command is reinforced, just barely flinching at the slap to his side. His hands slowly fall to the bed and he’s looking up at Dean, eyes loving but silently pleading for more. More contact. More heat. More pleasure. More Dean.
Little shivers run up and down his spine and sometimes Castiel bites his lower lip because the feeling can be a little overwhelming. But the hot grip of Dean’s walls clenching around his length as Dean rides him is enough to drag little groans out of him. If he wasn’t so focused on obeying Dean’s order and letting him have is chance to take control, he would probably be asking for permission to just fuck him and worship Dean’s ass with brutality.
Dean’s touch distracts him from his thoughts and it feels like the air has been punched right out of him at the sight of Dean touching them. He has to force his hips to stay in place, resisting the instinct to buck as he looks up at Dean almost helplessly. Castiel was at Dean’s mercy and fuck was he taking advantage of it.
Watching Dean stroke himself, Castiel’s mouth goes dry. He wonders if Dean can see how much he’s struggling to hold himself back for him.
"Never. Never gonna get sick of you," he rumbles low when he can’t keep still anymore. Castiel’s hands are running up Dean’s thighs, over his hips and as far up his sides as he can go before tracing that same path back down. And he’s rolling his hips up slow, careful, gentle, rocking his length deeper into his partner.
"Love you too much."
Dean sighs with relief when the subject is changed from him. It’s audible and he drops his head along with his shoulders and everything else he didn’t know was tensed up. He sips his wine politely and looks around the restaurant. They’re definitely not the only ones dressed down which makes him feel a little better.
There is a piano in the center of the net joined dining room. It looks old, probably antique but well cared for. He wishes he could play it but he just turns his attention back to the table and grins, nodding politely even though he isn’t sure what they’re taking about.
Cooking of course. And Cas just had to bring up the old shop. Dean tries to look interested and understanding. Sam and Cas have cooking in common, him and Sarah the arts though different types.
"If we’re too late, go tomorrow, the chefs can geek out while Dean and I entertain the kiddos and talk music." Sarah winks at Dean then downs a good portion of the wine. She’s so casual, Dean wishes he could pull that off.
He doesn’t share in the small talk but he listens and nods, all the way through his second then third glass of wine. His head feels funny but really good, different from the beer. He grins lazily over his meal at Cas then eats a few more bites. The jokes are funnier, he’s not as anxious even though he prefers to be quiet. No wonder so many people went out for drinks after work.
"Dessert time!" Sara says happily as the small menus are passed around. "Best part!" Dean ends up with something called tiamisu that he’s pretty sure he’s seen at Cas’ shop even though he’s never had it. He eats it as quietly as he sat through dinner, a little pleased smile on his face.
Between bites of his seafood pasta, Castiel and Sam talk about recipes again. What makes a great salad. The best recipes for chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate for those cold winter nights. Even what recipes you can use lotus root in. The two talk about everything except for desserts because Castiel won’t stop saying ‘spoilers’ everytime Sam tries to bring them up.
Castiel looks to Dean as he takes notice of how much wine he’s drinking. Dean can’t drink that much alcohol. He’s not used to it. So he’s becoming a little concerned for his alpha. But he trusts him to be responsible and just leans against him for a moment, reassuring him that his mate is still there and telling Dean that he’s here too. It was probably an unnecessary act considering how much Dean is loosening up.
He and Sam chuckle softly at the enthusiasm of their mates’, thankful that he’s not the only one who’s sober. Well, Sam had one glass, but he’s not off his rocker like the two chuckle-heads they’re sharing a table with.
Castiel orders a zeppola for himself and is surprised to find it’s more or less a large cream puff. But Italian. And the texture is a little denser, not quite as heavy as bread, but not as light as a French cream puff either. The best part is that it’s filled with canoli cream and topped with powdered sugar and a dollop of chocolate. The omega would probably moan if he wasn’t so aware of the other patrons around him. But it’s that good.
He finds that the tiramisu is delicious too after stealing a bite from Dean’s plate. Though that quickly becomes irrelevant as he notices the piano. ”Dean, you should play,” he speaks up as he pokes his husband’s side. ”We can ask them if you can play. I know they’ll love your playing, Dean.”
"I want to ride you," he manages to say before their teeth are clashing and their tongues are meeting in a tangle. Dean grunts and thrusts back onto Cas’ fingers, eager to get this moving. He’s half hard just thinking of the sheer size of his lover and the more he can feel himself open the harder he gets.
Dean flips them, so he’s straddling Cas’ hips, still a bit too high to actually fuck but he can feel the massive head butting up against his thigh. He shudders and looks down at Cas with eyes gone dark. “I can’t wait.”
But he has to wait because Cas has to practically fist him to get him ready. The stretch is intense, Dean groans and occasionally bites at Cas’ shoulder to muffle a whine. It hurts but it feels so good at the same time and the thought of letting Cas lay there while he rides him keeps him going.
"Hold still," he commands gently and starting to move them so he can grip Cas’ cock and press the head to his stretched hole. "Don’t move a muscle. I’m going to do this."
He has to rock onto the head. It takes a few thrusts down until it can slip in. “Feel like I’m being split apart,” he says through clenched teeth. “Feels full, like you’re too much.” Dean leans down and kisses Cas, too chastely for what they’re doing. “I fucking love it.”
Castiel’s semi-erect length gives an interested twitch at the thought of Dean riding it. ”Y-yeah. That sounds great,” the vet breathes out after the rough kissing and biting.
His eyes are nearly black with desire for Dean, but he holds himself back. Dean needs to be properly stretched or he’s going to hurt him really bad. And that’s the last thing he wants to do. In fact, he just never wants to hurt Dean if he can help it.
It’s awkward, flexing his writs enough so that he can get Dean good and stretched without shoving his fist in. But he bets Dean could take it if he asked. His hole is already stretched so prettily around four of his fingers and he could almost slip his thumb in. Castiel just chooses not to, even if his dick is practically throbbing at the thought.
He pulls his hand away and drops it to the bed when he feels that Dean is ready and he lies back obediently at Dean’s command. Castiel is still a soldier, after all. Even with all the crap that had happened to him, he could still take orders and it is surprising how eager he is to follow Dean’s.
Castiel barely breathes as Dean slides down his length. The feeling is just as intense as last time with Dean’s hot walls clenching so tightly around him. ”Fuck,” he breathes out the word, trying his best to hold still as he looks up at Dean.
He returns the chaste kiss, soft, panted breaths following as he hesitantly rests his hands on Dean’s hips. ”So beautiful,” he whispers as he rolls his hips up gently.
"I hope you had a better time than me," Sam says as he sets Arwen in Cas’ arms. "I had to look at a lot of earth-body sculptures that looked like a bunch of penises."
Dean snorts at his brother’s discomfort and lets himself be led to the restaurant. He feels under dressed but Sarah is wearing jeans too and she’s old money so he just lets himself be poured a glass of wine and goes with it. It’s obvious Cas is perturbed at being edged out of paying the bill and Dean feels for him but he hopes his mate now understands what it’s like to be in Sarah’s house for him.
"If it bothers you that much just cook for them tomorrow," he whispers sneakily and he puts a sleeping Aniel back in his stroller. It was the go to way for Cas to blow off steam and the best gift he could give them since he was a superb cook. "Plus I bet you can find a lot of specialty groceries here that you can’t find in Gloucester."
He shrug nonchalantly just in case Cas thinks that’s a terrible idea. It would be pretty funny if they went home with food souvenirs instead of typical ones. Not that either of them were the kitschy purchase type. Well aside from those terrible sweaters Cas bought.
"Dean, Sam says you play piano," Sarah says after ordering a bottle of wine in a language other than English. "What’s your major area of study?"
His mouth opens once or twice because no one has ever really asked him about the ins and outs, just for him to play something. Dean doesn’t blame Cas for not talking to him too much about it since he’s not an artist except for in the kitchen.
"New German school," he says shyly but looks Sarah in the eye. Should he expand on why he likes it? Surely she doesn’t actually care and is just being polite, She shouldn’t pander to him, just enjoy herself. He looks at Sam who is also looking at him like he’s waiting for him to continue. "I like the way it harmonizes with itself, makes it strong."
He hums softly at Dean’s suggestion and nods his head in agreement. Sam might be a good cook, but Castiel was a great chef, even if saying that out loud would just make him look like a gigantic ass.
"I’m going to cook the best meal they’ve ever had. For us, it will just be an average lunch," he jokes and smiles as he presses a kiss to Arwen’s head.
Castiel readjusts Arwen in his arms, cradling her against him and bouncing the sleepy infant gently as she falls asleep. He holds her for a few more moments, reluctant to let her go. Eventually he’s coaxed into releasing her though and Arwen is set down in the stroller to sleep with her brother.
He eyes the wine and frowns lightly. Castiel could drink the wine. The twins will be asleep for a while and they have another two bottles ready and waiting until the alcohol is out of his system. But he shakes his head almost imperceptibly and picks up his glass of water.
"You seem to know a lot about music and art. I’m almost envious," Castiel chuckles softly as he speaks to Sarah, but her knowledge makes him feel inadequate. She can discuss music with Dean while he can’t. And even if he did learn, he was likely to never know as much as Sarah does. The thought makes him a little depressed.
Thankfully Sam seems to pick up on his mood. ”Hey Cas, I was wondering if you could share some of your pie recipes with me? I was thinking about that apple pie you made for us last time I visited and I haven’t been able to find a recipe that comes even close to how good yours was. You have to tell me your secrets.”
Castiel is pleasantly surprised by the request, but he politely shakes his head and smiles mischievously. ”Sorry, it’s a trade secret. Property of Red Riding Hood’s and all that,” he says with a chuckle, but feels a pang of guilt mentioning his old shop.
"If there are any shops left open before we head back to your place, I might be able to show you, though. You’ll have to take notes on your own." Castiel relents, taking pity on the pathetic puppy eyes that Sam sends his way.
Just a few minutes later, the group has made their orders and are making small talk and exchanging details about the sights that the others saw.
"I said born on one, not raised. I spent my entire life on the streets." He sighs and looks at the ceiling of the bus. "It’s okay. Well, it’s not but it was twenty years ago, nothing I can do now."
It’s not done provocatively, in fact it’s almost businesslike the way that Cas strips the layers of clothing that are necessary in the South Dakota winter, but it is nonetheless arousing and Dean is grinning and holding the blankets up so he can be snuggled against.
"Yes that is truly the only reason for me to disrobe, body heat," he teases and starts shimmying out of his clothes, sitting up to fold them so he can set them aside neatly. Dean takes reverent care with them, as they’re the nicest clothes he’s ever owned and still quite new looking. The garments are a reminder that he owes Amelia so much and he’s going to do whatever job in the pack she assigns to him.
Dean snuggles back down until he’s mirroring Cas’ postion, their foreheads touched together, arms wrapped over each others’ torsos. “Hard to give the mood mouth to mouth when it’s already on life support,” he says coyly then presses a kiss to Cas’ mouth.
He isn’t quite sure what he wants after last time. Letting Cas fuck him had been an act of faith but now practicality was weighing in. Cas literally wrecked his ass last time and he loves it, wants it again but what if Cas noticed Dean was limping around the house later.
"Got your usual bag of tricks?" Dean asks and hitches his leg up higher so Cas can reach around and touch him. He’ll pretend to be sleepy for a week for this.
Castiel feels his heart warm up as they lie together, a hand on each other’s hip and their foreheads together. It’s peaceful, but he smirks and snickers softly at Dean’s jab. ”It is. But this is a start. Stabilizing the mood.”
He kisses Dean, keeping it slow, unhurried. Castiel wants to just appreciate being around and near Dean for a few moments more. ”Taking it off life support,” he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners a little as he smiles. Castiel kisses Dean again.
"Of course," he answers, moving his hand down Dean’s thigh and pulls his leg around his waist. Castiel then reaches around Dean for his haphazardly tossed pants and fishes out the packets of lube.
"How do you want it?" he asks and nips at Dean’s lips while carefully tearing open one of the packets. "We can do this any way you want."
Like last time, he’s spreading one packet over Dean’s puckered hole and another over his fingers before he carefully starts to stretch his partner.
Dean pulls a face, not wanting Cas to misunderstand him. “I’m not talking about a little on edge. I’m talking completely different mentally or missing one or both of my legs.” He shakes his head and looks down at the city. A stray droplet of condensation obscures his view for a moment and a makes everything look distorted. He shifts his stance so that everything comes into focus.
"I’m not trying to be morbid, just I’m afraid that I’m going to come back hurt and then you’ll have to take care of three babies." Dean knows that Cas will tell him he’ll do it happily but he’s seen spouses caring for paraplegics that have had the life sucked out of them.
He looks surprised in the picture that Cas takes to shut him up but he melts into it and hugs his mate tight. “I’m sure we could set it up somehow. But just you. You’re the angel.”
It’s so cheesy Dean has to laugh at himself. True though. Dean ducks his head against Cas’ temple and laughs even though worry is still in the back of his mind. He could come back and not remember who he is, much less who Cas and the kids are.
They stay up there for a while, looking at the cityscape and just touching each other, arms on waists. It’s nice not thinking about if the twins are okay but Dean misses his children’s little chubby faces. He knows for a fact that Sarah and Sam are treating them well but he’s already emotionally compromised.
"Seen enough?" They’ve been around to the different telescopes a few times and the sun is starting to set. "Take kiddos on the Eye or just us? I think if we stand right by where we entered the Shard I can get your halo picture."
Castiel arches a brow and looks to his mate. ”And? You’ll still be my husband and mate, Dean. Even if you come back and you don’t remember yourself or me or even the kids. If you come back a completely changed man, you’ll still be my alpha,” he murmurs, taking Dean’s cheeks into his hands and resting their foreheads against one another.
"I will still love you even if I have to learn who you are again. It will just give me new things to love about you."
He smiles and kisses Dean again. ”I know I’m being cheesy, but just let me be. You deserve to deal with a cheesy mate after all the moping you’ve been doing.” Castiel chuckles softly.
Pressing closer to Dean, Castiel sighs softly and lets himself enjoy the warmth of his mate around him. ”That’s right. I’m your guardian angel. I may have been late, but I want to give you the happy ending you deserve, Dean Winchester,” he whispers and ducks his head under Dean’s chin.
After making a couple of circuits around the telescopes, Castiel nods, ready to head back down. ”I could go for some food and baby wrangling.” He’s laughing at the bad joke, but he does miss the twins and is wondering if they’re alright even though he knows Sarah is good with children. Though maybe not children this small. ”Let’s go before I have a panic attack.”
"I think we should ride the Eye with just us. Aniel and Arwen can ride with Sam and Sarah if they choose to go," he answers as they make their way down and he pauses long enough in front of the Shard for Dean to get a picture of him with the Eye in the distance. But they’re walking again soon after, the omega intent on reaching their rendezvous point with the babysitters.
Meeting up again, Sarah makes an announcement that she’s made reservations for them at an Italian restaurant and Castiel is a little upset. She’s done this on purpose, knowing that Castiel wouldn’t be able to foot the bill. But he lets it go and smiles, appreciating the gesture at least.