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Dean eyed himself in the mirror, his brows furrowed in annoyance. “I look like a toddler going to church, Cas.” He pouted, fidgeting with his cardigan.
“Dean…” Cas started, but clamped his mouth shut when Dean held up a hand.
“Ugh, no, sorry I’m…it’s fine, sweetheart, just not used to it.” Dean grumbled as he fidgeted with the tie with his free hand, his other hand holding himself up with his crutch. He was dressed in dark gray slacks, a denim button down with a beige cardigan. His tie was dark red and contrasted well with everything else. He was warm, which was good; the November air was chilly and seeping into their home, leaving Dean bundled up in layers at all hours.
He huffed, admitting defeat. His expression softened as he looked at Cas, who was dressed similarly. His boyfriend was wearing black dress pants, and black button down with a dark green tie. He didn’t have a jacket or sweater, for he still ran warm and Dean surmised Cas will have his shirt loose and undone by the end of the day.
It was Thanksgiving and their families were coming over. Dean always hosted a laid back dinner, and had assumed the same this time despite his and Cas’s disabilities. Unbeknownst to him, Cas’s family dressed up for Thanksgiving and had a full on party, usually at one of the older brothers’ homes.
They compromised, Cas getting his family to agree to come to Dean’s this time, but the dress code remained. Dean’s side took it much better than Dean did, and after a minor breakdown that his only pair of dress pants didn’t fit or keep him warm, Dean allowed Cas to pick out his outfit.
“You look very beautiful, Dean.” Cas whispered, kissing his cheek chastely.
Dean blushed as he took one more look at himself before heading out of the bedroom.
He headed to the kitchen with Cas at his heels, trying not to start the same fight again.
“Dean, why don’t-“ Cas had started.
“Cas please, I want—need to do something I can’t just sit around while everyone else does my job.”
Cas huffed. “I know, I’m sorry just...please take it easy okay?”
Dean nodded as he gathered the ingredients for the last pie needed to bake. He had initially planned on cooking and baking everything for dinner, but when he started on Monday, three days ago, he and Cas realized they were going to have to outsource mostly everything. Dean couldn’t stand for very long, his scarred feet aching and the pain radiating up his legs made his balance off and made him easily irritable and overwhelmed.
Cas tried to help but was never good in the kitchen even before the cave, and after nearly dropping the first pie Dean had made, his grip weak from the scars that decorated his hands and arms, Dean had promptly kicked him out of the kitchen.
They had to compromise yet again, and both their families were happy to help. Dean passed on his recipes, hoping everyone followed his instructions and he was left in charge of the pies, as he should be. He had already finished pumpkin, apple, and pecan and was now making the banana cream pie.
“Cas—” Dean groaned as he watched Cas loiter around the bar that bordered the kitchen.
Cas rolled his eyes. “Alright I’m going…I’ll set the table.”
They had moved some furniture around, since they were expecting 14 people and the house was barely big enough. The three tables they haphazardly pushed up together went into the living room. It would be tight and cozy but Dean didn’t mind. He actually was looking forward to it, but he also couldn’t help feel his rising anxiety and that made him snappish around Cas.
“No, Cas, you can stay. I’m sorry sweetheart.” He sighed, beckoning Cas over. Cas went willing, burying his face between Dean’s neck and shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him tightly.
“It’s going to be perfect, Dean, I promise.”
* * *
The following hour was chaotic to say the least.
Almost every guest arrived in pairs or groups. Sam and Eileen arrived first, each carrying a bowl of stuffing, one made with orange juice and one without. Shortly after, Gabriel arrived with Anna and Raphael. Anna brought mac and cheese casserole, while Raphael brought the green bean casserole. The oven was already preheating and Dean set the casseroles on the stove. When he turned to take the roasted carrots from Gabriel, instead Cas’s brother handed him a cake, something he was definitely not told to bring.
“What is this?” Dean asked dumbly, staring at the three layer cake.
“It’s a cake, dummy.” Gabriel simply replied, rolling his eyes.
“I asked you to bring roasted carrots, I—I gave you the recipe!”
“Well I wanted something sweet.”
“Carrots are sweet!” Before Dean could continue to curse out the man, Cas appeared behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Dean, it’s alright, we have carrots don’t we? In my garden? I could—“
“No—no fine yes, I’ll make them.” Dean said glaring as Gabriel shot him a not so innocent smile before joining his siblings in the living room.
“I’m sure you’ll make them better then my brother, honey.” Cas assured him as he found one of his garden baskets in the pantry. "You can get everything else while I’ll get the carrots?”
Dean nodded, tension easing from his posture as Cas kissed his cheek gently.
While Dean got to work on the carrots, Jody, her wife Donna, and their adopted daughter Claire arrived, the latter holding a plate of creamy corn. Jody had a bag full of wine while Donna had the rolls and sweet potato casserole.
Everything was going smoothly but Dean started to get overwhelmed. The carrots were done, his last pie was chilling in the fridge, and the oven had preheated in time to begin baking everything people brought so far, but he feared something had to go wrong.
But nothing did.
Within the next hour, the rest of the guests arrived and Dean’s house had never been this crowded and exciting. Everyone was getting along, apps were being passed around, and the food was slowly getting ready.
Cas’s friend from college Kelly and her son Jack, Cas’s godson, arrived with two bowls of cranberry sauce, canned and freshly made, and shortly after came Bobby and Ellen, a small roasted turkey already cut up with a dish of gravy in hand.
Last to arrive was Michael and Adam, and Dean couldn’t help but give out a small, rather cold acknowledgment as his half brother made his way into his home. Cas had shot Dean a look, a reminder to be pleasant and Dean shot him a look back, rolling his eyes as he approached Adam.
"Hey, Dean..." Adam started, handing over the Brussel sprouts.
"Hey...Adam." Dean grunted, taking the dish. He noticed something was off with the color, and a look up at Adam's slightly guilty look, his eyes narrowed. "Did you have trouble following the recipe I shared?"
Adam looked away as Michael appeared, a matching guilty expression on his face. "We...we tried them and thought..."
Dean glared at the two men. "Well?"
"We just added a little...chili oil? They needed a kick--"
"The fuck you--"
"Hey Micheal, Adam." Sam appeared cutting Dean off with a look. "Need help with those Dean? Why not you sit down for once, you've been limping--"
"I'm fine-it's fine." Dean bit back, stalking towards the kitchen, the brussel sprouts in one hand as he gripped his crutch. He could feel his anger boiling at the surface, but didn't want Cas to notice. Taking a deep breath, focusing on what his therapist had told him to do when he felt this angry, Dean put the dish onto one of the warming plates, before looking around his kitchen. He was starving, and food helped his mood sometimes. Although Cas had arranged a vegetable tray which was currently being passed around, he needed something else. Glancing through his fridge he found a box of brownies Raphael had handed to Cas when he arrived; Cas had told Dean they were for after dinner tonight, just for the two of them, but Dean couldn’t help himself. He popped out one of the brownie bites, moaning at the sweetness. He took one more and then shoved the box in the back before checking on the food in the oven. He could feel his mood lighten, and knew he should go apologize to Adam and Michael, but they were now in conversation with Jody and Donna, and Dean took that as an excuse not to. He checked on the food in the oven again, then he realized Cas was missing.
Confused, Dean wandered slowly into their bedroom and heard the shower was on. Without thinking, Dean walked in.
“Cas?” He called out as he opened the door.
“Dean?” Cas startled, pulling open the shower curtain.
“Whatcha doing? You get hot?” Dean teased, flicking his hand under the spray, only to grimace at the ice cold water.
Cas looked at Dean quizzically, his eyes wide. “Yes…” He started slowly. “I just got a little overheated, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay.” Dean said, kissing Cas’s cheek.
Cas was still looking at Dean like he’d grown two heads, but Dean didn’t say anything else, simply walked back out into their bedroom when Cas turned off the water immediately, wrapping a towel around his waist as he followed Dean.
“Honey?” Cas started, his tone soft and tentative.
“Yeah?”
“Are you alright?” Cas asked looking at Dean intently.
Dean rolled his eyes as Cas stood before him. “I’m fine, Cas, I just was missing you that’s all…dinner should be ready shortly.”
“Dean.” Cas said, slamming a hand on the door, shutting it back closed.
“What the hell, Cas?”
“Dean…you—you walked into the bathroom while the shower was running.”
“I…” Dean gaped, realization dawning on him. He had held out his hand under the spray…and he didn’t even notice or panic at the sound or the coldness of the water. He let out a breathless laugh. “I—I guess I did.” His expression turned sheepish as he looked at Cas.
“Oh my god Dean!”
“What?” Dean startled, looking around as Cas gripped his shoulders. “What’s the matter Cas?”
“You ate a brownie didn’t you?”
Dean let out an offended sigh. “No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did!”
“So what?”
“Dean, those were for later…as in tonight…only for the two of us, to relax when everyone went home.”
“So?”
Cas rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. “They were pot brownies Dean.”
Dean balked, and then a laugh slipped his throat. “Oh! Hehe, oops.”
Cas’s eyes narrowed. “How many did you have?”
“Just two. Promise.”
“Mmm okay…it’ll probably wear off in about an hour or so…they wouldn't be very strong.”
“Hehe okay? Am I gonna crash?”
“No you’ll be fine. Maybe sleepy? How do you feel right now?”
Dean grinned, his eyes dazed a bit. “Good sweetheart.” He said, pulling Cas into a sloppy kiss.
Cas rolled his eyes but didn’t break kiss, only to pull back harshly when Dean’s hand snuck down the way under his towel.
“Dean—our families are here—”
Dean groaned, but he stepped back. “Alright, alright—see you out there.” He grumbled, kissing Cas’s cheek.
“Dean, wait—” Cas said, pulling Dean back towards him.
“I am proud of you.”
Dean looked at Cas funny. "For what?"
Cas sighed. "For...for everything Dean. I know you were-are-stressed out, but we've...gotten so far, and now you didn't have a panic attack from the shower...thats incredible Dean.
“Yeah yeah, alright—”
"Dean," Cas took another step forward, pressing himself against Dean. "I'm very proud of you."
"Yeah okay, you keep saying that-"
“Well, you don’t believe me.”
“Not see any reason to and you’re biased anyway—”
“Dean—” Cas scolded, pulling Dean’s face towards him, kissing him hard. “I can’t find the words to properly express jut how much I love you but you need to stop downplaying yourself.” Cas’s eyes softened as he looked at Dean.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” Dean said softly. “No need for any chick flick moments.”
Cas rolled his eyes as Dean kissed his cheek before heading back into the chaos.
The pot in Dean’s system pretty much dissipated within an hour, right when dinner was ready. Dean didn’t feel as relaxed as he had been, and the pain in his leg seemed to come back much more promptly, but he refused to sit not until everyone else got their food. He forced Cas to sit, insisting he'll get him his plate, as Cas's hands were shaking slightly. Cas let him, didn't even fight, though Dean knew he was just as stubborn as he was, and would've fought if not for his family around. He spooned all the vegetables onto his plate, forgoing the turkey and when he placed it in front of Cas, Cas pulled him down into a kiss, thanking him heatedly.
"Cas-" Dean stuttered, flushing red. "Our families are here, remember."
Cas rolled his eyes, grinning. When Dean finally sat down, reluctantly at the head of the table with Cas to his right, he gripped Cas's hand under the table. Their families had mixed together around the tables, with Sam at the opposite end of the table. Somehow, Michael and Adam ended up right next to Dean.
With plates piled with food, Dean was about to clear his throat to thank everyone for coming and to dig in, when Raphael of all people clinked his class with his spoon.
“I would like to begin the dinner by saying what I’m thankful for…”
Dean’s heart flipped, his anxiety coming back tenfold. Cas was from that kind of family? The one that had to be mushy and talk about what they are thankful for? Dean’s family didn’t go around the table to say thanks, it was all unspoken, what did they need to say it out loud for?
Cas’s hand squeezed Dean as Raphael spoke and Dean glanced at him, feeling his rising panic ease.
He could do this, he just had to say one or two things and they could be simple. Easy enough. They went around the table, many thankful for Cas’s rescue and health, a few thankful seeing how happy Cas was, and having more in the family now. Jack had said he was thankful for his teachers and nougat, which resulted in laughter around the table. Dean’s family took it in stride; Sam, the bitch, took it with ease and was sappy, thankful for Dean’s recovery and having a new member in the family, thankful for health yada yada. Bobby grumbled about being thankful for business at his garage which allowed him time off with Ellen, who in return was thankful for great company and food.
Then it was Cas’s turn.
Dean’s heart tightened as Cas spoke softly, thanking everyone for helping out with dinner, and for welcoming Dean into their family. He turned to Dean lastly, whispering more so.
“I…I went through hell, those three months…but I wouldn't exchange it for anything else if it didn’t mean meeting you, Dean. And I’ll be forever thankful…for you for saving me.” His voice shook slightly, his eyes bright as he kissed Dean’s hand.
Dean’s throat constricted, blushing as the attention dawned on him. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his seat.
“Um…yeah…I’m thankful…” He paused, grimacing as his voice shook slightly. Looking up at the faces, he swallowed, smiling softly before looking at Cas. “I’m thankful every minute of every day that I have you, in my life. And I know I don't show it…enough and that I’m a pain in the ass…” He paused as Cas squeezed his hand, swatting his shoulder playfully. “Right sorry—I just…” He paused again, taking in a deep breath. “Thanks…all you guys for helping us out…and giving me a chance…and yeah…happy thanksgiving.”
Everyone cheered, raising their glasses as ‘happy thanksgivings’ were repeated, glasses clinking. Dean swallowed a big gulp of cider, his face hot. Cas squeezed his hand again, getting his attention.
“That was really sweet, Dean.” He whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek softly.
Dean blushed, nodding, taking the compliment without argument for once.
The food turned out great. Dean had muttered that the brussel sprouts were indeed good, offering a small smile as a peace offering towards Adam and Michael, who took it in a stride and the tension from before eased. When it was time for desert, everyone had something to say, praising Dean's baking, making the man turn red as a tomato. He scoffed, brushing the praises off, until Cas berated him, and told him he didn't need to argue with everyone, and to just say thank you. Dean huffed, but muttered thank yous as he hung back in the kitchen.
The rest of the evening went perfectly, much to Dean’s surprise, though Cas was the first to point out that if Dean didn't stress so much on what could go wrong, then it wouldn't be a surprise, and was it really that hard to believe that their families did in fact get along, and everyone had a great time? Dean had rolled his eyes, not wanting to admit Cas was right, but he started to relax much easily after dinner.
Dean sighed as he fell back into the couch. Cas’s voice echoed from outside as he waved off the final guests.
“Everyone had a great time, honey.” Cas said softly as he leaned behind Dean, wrapping his arms around his chest before kissing his cheek.
Dean grunted, his head falling back into the cushion. “You think?” he whispered, stretching his legs.
“I don’t think, I know. They told me. The food was great, and yes, I know you didn’t cook it all but you did give them all the recipes even after some of them swore they could do without, you stood your ground, and I'm proud of you.”
“Mm thanks, Cas.”
“The pies were very good too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, very much so.” Cas deepened the kiss, shifting his head so he was no longer kissing Dean upside down.
“How are your feet, Dean?”
“They’re fine, Cas.”
“Dean.” Cas made a look at Dean, his eyes narrowed.
Dean rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fine—they hurt like a motherfucker, but it’s not something I can’t deal with—” Dean let out a surprised huff as Cas climbed over the couch in a swift movement, bringing Dean’s feet to rest in his lap. Wordlessly, he worked Dean's slippers and socks off, massaging around the scars expertly. Dean groaned but not out of pain as Cas worked his fingers; he massaged around the balls of his feet, moving up to massage his ankle and calves when Dean let out moan, his eyes heated as he looked at Cas. Cas looked back at him, his lips quirking up in a smirk.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Cas whispered as he traced a finger in circles around Dean’s ankle.
“Come here Cas—please.” Dean breathlessly ordered, his arms outstretched to pull his boyfriend against him. Cas went willingly, laying flat against Dean as their lips met, their legs tangling as they kissed. Dean’s legs opened instinctively, making Cas smirk into the kiss. He rolled his hips, making Dean let out a soft whine, bucking his own hips against him.
“I’m gong to make you feel so good, Dean.” Cas whispered as he trailed his lips down Dean’s neck.
Dean writhed beneath him, shifting as Cas worked the buttons off his cardigan before pulling it up just enough to undo his shirt. He pushed the shirt up once he had it untucked and kissed along Dean’s stomach, pushing his shirt up even more to lick around his nipple, scrapping his teeth just enough to emit a guttural moan from the man.
Cas worked his tongue around the other nipple, moving his hands down to unbuckle Dean’s pants, the latter’s moans turning more and more into whines.
He pulled the pants down as he dragged his tongue down Dean’s chest, kissing along the way. He noticed Dean was leaking more so now, a damp spot on his briefs darkening as his cock strained against the fabric.
“Oh, Dean—” Cas murmured, mouthing at Dean's clothed cock.
Dean whimpered, his hips bucking up but Cas pushed him down, holding him still.
“Want to take my time, Dean. I want to take care of you, and then take you apart—”
Dean nodded fervently, licking his lips as he watched Cas pull down his briefs just enough the reveal the tip of his cock. He flicked his tongue out teasingly, his eyes trained on Dean's as he slid his tongue across the slit, collecting the precome before dragging his lips down his shaft. He sucked and licked, his hand pressing down on Dean’s stomach to keep him from thrusting as he swallowed around his cock. Cas moaned as he bobbed his head, his other hand wrapped around Dean’s thigh holding him open. Dean bit his lip hard, his moans guttural and needy as he threaded a hand through Cas’s hair, pulling slightly as he rubbed his fingers around his nipple.
“Mm, just like that Dean.” Cas praised him, his voice deep and rough. “Tease yourself, pinch your nipple—yes just like that—”
Dean’s breathing hitched as he followed Cas’s orders, pinching his nipple before rubbing a finger around it.
“Good boy, Dean—now suck my fingers—” Cas said as he reached his hand over.
Dean gripped his hand, flicking his tongue around two of Cas’s fingers before moving to his thumb, swirling his tongue around before wrapping his lips completely and sucking hard.
Cas moaned as he mimicked Dean, following what Dean did on his cock, smirking as Dean caught on quickly. Dean took his two fingers again and worked them into his mouth, swirling his tongue before sucking the tips.
Cas followed suit, sucking the tip of Dean’s cock, making him let out a guttural moan against his fingers.
“mm, you’re such a good boy, Dean.” Cas murmured, removing his fingers from Dean’s mouth as he moved his hand to Dean’s hole, circling around teasingly.
Dean let out a wavering breath, only to gasp as Cas dove in, flicking his tongue against his entrance before sucking around his balls, moving his tongue and lips messily around his balls and cock before sitting back on his heels.
Dean balked, trying to pull Cas back down only for Cas to press his hand against his pecs, firmly pressing him down back into the couch.
“I’m getting hot, Dean.” Cas laughed, shucking off his shirt and throwing it off along with his tie before collapsing back onto Dean, crashing their lips together. Dean gasped into the kiss, his hands roaming all over Cas has he writhed beneath him.
Cas licked his way into Dean’s mouth, biting his lip as he kissed him hungrily.
He smirked down at Dean as he sat back again on his heels, pulling down Dean’s pants entirely.
“Oh fuck yes—” Dean whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he kicked off his pants. Cas grabbed his sweater and shirt and tugged them off swiftly, running his hands down Dean’s chest.
Dean shivered at the touch but didn’t say anything as he sat up, pulling Cas against his chest so he could kiss Cas’s neck.
“Wait—hold on, Dean.” Cas said quickly, jumping from the couch.
“Cas?” Dean grumbled as he watched Cas walk over to the fireplace and within moments, had a fire going, the living room growing warmer.
“But aren’t you going to get hot?” Dean said, worried.
“I’d rather be hot and sweaty than you being cold and in pain.” Cas said matter of factly.
Dean didn’t look convinced, but Cas didn’t need him to. He kicked off his own pants and boxers before crawling back onto the couch, pulling Dean into a kiss feverishly. When Dean tried to cup his cock, Cas smirked, pulling back just enough to grip his waist and flip him over onto his knees.
“Oh, fuck—” Dean yelped as Cas immediately began licking around his entrance again, his hands holding him apart as he probed his tongue.
Dean’s moans turned erratic, his hips shaking as Cas ate him out, alternating between licking and spearing his tongue inside him. The he circled a finger around his fluttering hole, Dean let out a gasp, squeezing his legs as he reached a hand to his cock to hold himself from coming.
“Cas— I don’t—I don’t want to come yet—” Dean spluttered, breathing heavily.
Cas grinned against him, but moved back, kissing his way along Dean’s back, swatting his ass lightly as he pressed Dean down into the couch.
Dean fell forward, his legs collapsing as Cas spooned him from behind. He wrapped an arm around his chest, nuzzling his neck as he lazily kissed along his shoulder and up towards his face. With his leg over Dean’s, he held Dean on his side, his hand lightly brushing against Dean’s cock as caressed his other hand along his chest and neck.
Dean writhed in his grip, his hands grasping for Cas’s wrists. “Oh-fuck Cas—you make me feel so good—” Dean mumbled as Cas sucked a mark along his neck. Dean gripped Cas's hand, massaging it carefully as he kissed random kisses along the scars, before sucking around the fingers again.
Cas grinned against him, moving his hand down further as he began to stroke Dean more firmly, his thumb brushing the slit, collecting the precome to slide back down Dean’s length.
Dean gasped breathlessly, lifting his thigh as Cas stroked him.
When Cas slowed down, Dean let out a grumble only for Cas to kiss him quickly across the lips as he turned Dean onto his back, guiding his legs to wrap around his waist as he circled a finger around his entrance once more. He inserted a finger in easily, working Dean open as he deepened the kiss. Dean out out a whimper into the kiss when Cas inserted a second finger, his hips thrusting up to meet Cas’s pace.
“Ready—Cas-sweetheart—” Dean pleaded, gasping as Cas removed his fingers. He shifted slightly, and slowly began to insert his cock into Dean. Both men moaned at the sensation, their breaths hot against each other's face. When Cas rolled his hips, Dean’s let out a satiated gasp, gripping his cock to stroke himself in tandem. Cas thrusted against him, alternating between fast and slow, smirking when Dean would let out a guttural groan whenever he slowed down.
“You feel so good, Dean.” Cas whispered, sitting up to increase his thrusts, his hands gripping Dean’s waist.
Dean whined, his back arching as his hand tweaked Cas’s nipple, his other hand gripping his cock.
Cas let out a guttural moan, his hips faltering slightly. He leaned back down, grasping Dean’s hip to lift him just enough to slam back in. Dean let out a loud sigh, raspy and deep as he grinned, his eyes fluttered close as he rocked against Cas.
“Fuck—Cas yes—harder—”
Cas groaned, thrusting harder into Dean, his hand gripping Dean’s neck as he kissed him hungrily.
Dean gasped as he came suddenly, his cock spilling out into his chest as Cas thrusted into him. His head fell back as his orgasm washed over him, his breath leaving him as he felt Cas come inside him.
Cas moaned against him as he collapsed, breathing heavily.
“Mmm, so hot Cas—” Dean mumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around the man, nuzzling his face into his sweat slicked hair.
Cas let out a shaky laugh, but didn't pull back. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Dean’s but not before he gently pulled out. He shifted so Dean could rest his head under his chin, his back pressed to the back of the couch so Dean could feel the warmth of the fire.
The two laid there for some time, drifting in and out, the mess between them ignored.
When Dean’s stomach growled, Cas let out a throaty chuckle, pulling down a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap Dean before he himself got to his feet.
Dean pouted but sat up, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and over his lap as Cas headed into the kitchen.
He came back a few seconds later, a hot damp cloth in hand. He wordlessly cleaned Dean up before heading back into the kitchen. He took a colder cloth and cooled himself down before grabbing the plate he prepared.
“Whatcha got there sweetheart?” Dean asked curiously as Cas straddled him. Dean eyed the plate. “Pie Cas, really?” Dean let out a chuckle, opening his mouth anyway as Cas forked a bite.
“You’re hungry Dean. Let me take care of you.”
Dean hummed, licking the cream off the fork. "How about those brownies? Normally I'd only allow pie on Thanksgiving but-"
"No, Dean."
Dean pouted, his brows furrowed. "Why not?"
Cas laughed, getting another bit onto the fork. ""You already had two, Dean. That's enough for now. We can enjoy some in a few days."
Dean groaned, his head falling back into the couch only to lift up when Cas waved the fork of pie in front of his lips. He moaned as he took the bite, letting out a laugh as Cas licked the bit of cream that stuck to the corner of his lip. He was feeling incredibly relaxed, no doubt to the toe curling orgasm Cas had given him, and he was starting to get aroused again. Cas seemed to notice, for he wickedly wiggled in Dean's lap, biting back a laugh as Dean let out a whimper, his brows furrowed.
"Cas you keep doing that, and Imma just come again--"
"That would be the point, Dean."
Dean groaned, taking the last bite of pie as Cas placed the plate onto the side table. He wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders lazily, kissing hims softly.
"Bed this time?" Cas whispered roughly
Dean nodded swiftly, letting out a gasp as Cas stood up, scooping Dean into his arms.
They made love slower this time, Cas taking Dean apart with his fingers and a toy before fucking him hard into the mattress. Dean came twice, his body pliant, a satiated smile on his face as he drifted in and out of conciseness.
Cas wrapped him in a blanket, spooning him from behind only for Dean to turn around, pressing his chest against Cas's.
"I..." He started, only to pause to clear his throat. "Thank you, Cas...for everything. I'm sorry I was an ass today--"
Cas huffed, cupping Dean's cheek. "You weren't an ass, Dean--"
"No, I was its okay, you can say it."
Cas bit his lip, stifling a laugh. "Okay...yes, you were...but you're my ass, and I would rather have a hundred Thanksgivings like today, which again, wasn't even remotely bad, then have one without you."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." Cas grinned. "I love you, Dean." He whispered, leaning forward to kiss Dean.
Dean hummed against his lips. "I love you too, Cas."
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