10. Happy Ending

"What if it doesn't work?"

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Of course it will work. I mean, your friend Meg might be a sarcastic little...well, she's a handful, anyway, but she was right. It will work. Dean will show up."

Cas perched on the desk in his brother's desk, gnawing on his bottom lip. "But, what if he doesn't?"

Jimmy seized a piece of paper - something about marketing figures - off his desk and whacked his brother on the back of head with it. "Cassie. Stop. You're making me nervous and I'm the one that's got to do some form of acting. For the last time, he will turn up. Of course he will. It's you. Besides, Bobby will sort something out if Dean doesn't find the note himself. That man's got your back, even if you are an idjit."

"But, what if -"

He earned himself another blow on the back of the head. "Cas! Stop it!"

"I'm just saying."

"You've been "Just saying" for the past hour or so. You won't even be able to get the words out if you get yourself all panicky." Jimmy nodded to the paper in his hands. "You put in everything that you want to say?"

"I think so." Cas' fingers crinkled the edges, folding, unfolding, and then refolding all over again. "But, what if he doesn't listen? What if he doesn't believe me?"

"He will, for God's sake. Christ, I thought we'd gotten over this last night when we planned this whole set up. He's been chomping at the lead for years to try and kiss you senseless, and probably do other stuff that I don't really want to know about. You really think that he's going to pass up a golden opportunity to do just that? To finally get the guy that he's always wanted?"

"Is this you now speaking from experience?"

"I haven't ever lusted after any of my male best friends for nearly thirty years in my life, Cas."

"You know what I mean. You finally managed to get the girl you've wanted for the past ten years, didn't you?"

Jimmy shuffled, a grin forming on his face. "Well, yeah. Yeah, I guess I did." He let out a dreamy sigh, a glazed look in his bright blue eyes.

"Jimmy." Now it was Cas' turn to aim his piece of paper in his brother's direction. "Still awake in there?"

Jimmy childishly stuck his tongue out, but was silenced from saying anything by a loud knocking on the door. His expression morphed into a smirk. "Here we go, Cassie. Show time."

Cas' eyes flickered between the door and his twin brother. "Oh, God, what do I do?"

"Get down and hide, just like we agreed," Jimmy answered, making the motions with his hands as well. Cas slipped off the desk and ducked down out of sight as his brother left his chair and opened the office door.

"Dean," he heard Jimmy say cheerfully. "Glad you made it, man."

"What the hell is this 'bout, Jimmy?" Dean answered, not sounding too impressed with the greeting. "I cut work short for this when Bobby practically bundled me out o' the freakin' door and told me to take the rest of the day off. You playin' at somethin'?"

Jimmy let out a chuckle. "Come on in, and I'll explain." There was the soft sound of footsteps tapping across the floor, before the door slammed shut and Dean let out a long string of curses.

"Jimmy!" Cas peered over the top of the desk to see Dean banging on the door and rattling the door handle. "Open the door!"

"Nope!" Came Jimmy's faint reply from the other side.

"Jimmy! I'm not freakin' kiddin'! Open the door!"

"No!"

"Jimmy, you son of a bitch! Open this freakin' door!

"Not until you make up with my brother!"

Dean let out an frustrated huff, his anger suddenly starting to waver. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

Cas cleared his throat quietly, causing the elder Winchester to start and spin round. "Um, actually...There's something I wanted to say." He worried at the edges of the paper, returning to his original position on the desk with Dean frozen into place by the door.

"When I was seven years old,

I went to my brother with a secret,

And made him swear very solemnly,

That he would always keep it,

I told him about my greatest friend,

And how he made the sky so blue,

I told him about how you, Dean Winchester,

Made me fall in love with you,

I told him about how your eyes were green,

And how they chased away everything wrong,

I told him about how you made me so happy,

So much so that I couldn't fit it all in a song,

Thirty years ago did that day pass,

And sometimes I don't know what it all means,

But I realised that there is one thing that has not changed,

And that is, I still love you, Dean."

There was a long silence after he finished speaking. Cas risked a glance at Dean, who was watching him with a stunned expression, eyes wide and jaw slack.

"Dean?" His voice sounded too loud for the noiseless room. "Are you alright? Say something. Please?"

He didn't have to wait very long. The sound of his voice seemed to snap Dean out of whatever trance he had put himself in, and, in a burst of adrenaline, he pushed himself off from the door, crossed the room in three strides until he reached the space directly in front of where Cas was sitting and crashed their lips together, eliciting some kind of muffled squeak of surprise, before Cas got over the initial shock and moved a hand up to cup Dean's face as one of his best friend's hand threaded its way through his dark hair and the other settled on his waist where his shirt had ridden up.

"Have we just completely ruined thirty years of friendship?" Cas murmured when they pulled apart for air, resting their foreheads together as their breath mingled in the short space between them.

Dean gently bumped their noses together. "You bothered by that?"

Cas let out a snort."Is this the face of a man who's bothered, Dean?" His best friend let out a chuckle, but it was soon muffled by another kiss, one that didn't break until the door banged against the wall, alerting them to the scuffle that had been going on outside whilst they were more than a little oblivious.

A tall man in a dark suit, whom Cas suspected was most likely to be Crowley, stood in the doorway, arms now folded across his chest, his eyebrow raised and his face pulled together in some kind of amused bewilderment, obviously not expecting to find his employee's twin brother and best friend confessing their feelings towards one another in the middle of one of the offices, especially since Dean's hand may or may not have been edging under Cas' shirt. Jimmy stood behind him in the background, his face in his hands, mournfully repeating a wailing, horrified mantra of Not happening. Bad dream. Not happening. Bad dream. Not happening. Bad dream. Crowley opened his mouth to say something in response to the scene, but then frowned, thinking better of it, changing his mind before he spoke.

"I don't know what's going on here," he began crisply. "And, in all honesty, I don't want to know." He nodded once, as if to affirm what he was saying, before he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, throwing a "Carry on, Novak, as you were," over his shoulder, which made Jimmy let out another woeful noise and restart another mantra, this time of I'm done, I'm done, I am so done.

"Well..." Dean suddenly said into the silence that followed, before he nudged Cas' chin with his nose. "You heard the man, Cas. As we were."

"Are you sure?" Cas' eyes flickered over to his twin. "We might break Jimmy if we carry on. I'm not sure how much he can stand."

"Hey, what can I say?" Dean grinned in reply, pressing a soft kiss on the other man's cheek. "Boss' orders, isn't it?"


"Hey, Cassie."

"Evening, Jimmy," Cas greeted with a smile, as Jimmy threw his jacket across the couch and slumped down on it. "I didn't expect you back here tonight. I thought you'd be staying at Amelia's."

"I'm sorry for being such an inconvenience, then. And get that mind of your out of the gutter, Cas," his brother replied, but there was less bite to his words than there had been in the past. "Why do you always assume that I'm going to do something unsavoury? I'm doing this properly."

"Right." Cas' smile was mirthful. "How was dinner, then?"

"It was good. She seemed to think all of my jokes were funny."

"Oh, dammit, Jimmy, you didn't tell the one about the walrus, did you?"

"That's my best one!"

"It's really not."

"You just have no concept of comedy, Cassie," Jimmy declared, rising from his seat and stretching. "I think I'm gonna turn in early tonight. My eyes are killing me." He nodded reproachfully towards his twin brother. "No sneaking Dean in at all hours of the morning. Unlike Gabriel's place that he never uses, the walls here are not soundproof, and I need my beauty sleep, considering how much of a fool you made of me in front of Crowley today."

"Boss' orders," Cas replied simply, smirking.

"I was ready to bleach my brain after witnessing you and Dean practically going at it on my desk." Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Please, keep it less public next time."

"Will do," Cas promised as his brother began to plod his way towards the stairs.

"Hey, Cassie?" He shouted over his shoulder, only just still in ear shot.

"Yes?"

"I'm really happy for you, man. You know that, right?"

"Yes," Cas called back in reply. "I know." A smile flourished across his face, staying there until he heard the noises from Jimmy's room falling silent. Almost two hours later, he silently closed the book that he was pretending to reading, placing it down on the table and slipping out of the room, down the hallway, grabbing his trenchcoat from the peg as he quietly shut the front door behind him.

With it being the early hours of the morning, the streets of Lawrence were relatively empty, which meant that Cas was soon rumbling to a stop outside of the Winchester house and standing on the sidewalk looking up at the drainpipe that crawled its way up to the second floor.

It couldn't be that hard to climb, could it?


He was wrong.

It was incredibly hard to climb.

Cas let out a hiss as, yet again, his hand scraped against the wall as he tried to grab on to the uneven surface and pull himself up. He couldn't remember it being this difficult when he was eighteen...Maybe he had blocked that bit out because it was too traumatic.

"Ow!" His fingers just brushed the surface of Dean's window ledge. A few more inches and he could have pulled himself up into the room. That was what people did when they wanted to be romantic, right? It had worked for Romeo, anyway.

But, then again, Romeo wasn't a thirty three year old man who was currently trying and failing to not slide down the drainpipe and end up a mess of broken bones on the garden path.

Of course, Romeo didn't have Dean Winchester who refused to close his window, and therefore was always there to haul stupid thirty three year old men through the window before they tumbled ten feet from aforementioned drain pipe.

"What the - Cas? Cas, what -? Oof!" Dean let out a grunt as Cas' entire weight was suddenly on top of him, sending him tumbling back and toppling onto the bed. "What the hell...?"

Cas clutched at his flannel shirt, letting out a pitiful noise of regret. "I was trying to be romantic."

Dean was silent for a moment, before he suddenly started laughing, leaning down to muffle his face into Cas' shoulder to hide the sound and avoid alerting Mary and the others. "Cas, you dumb son of a bitch."

"Sorry," the other man replied meekly, nuzzling his nose against the crook of Dean's neck. "Please don't get me arrested."

"As if I'd ever do that, baby." Dean tightened his grip around him. "C'mon. You've clearly had too much coffee and you need to sleep."

"Not tired," Cas replied, but the firmness in his voice was marred by the yawn threatening to worm its way out of his throat.

"Uh hu," Dean said, unconvinced. "C'mon, Huggy Bear. You climb through my window, you have to sleep." He started shifting on the bed, changing their position so that they were nestled against the pillows, with Cas' face still pressed into his skin.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Castiel mumbled into the silence that fell over them, his eyes starting to droop as he began to relax.

"You get your mind out of the gutter, Cas." Dean rested his chin on his mop of dark hair, his breath warming the crown of his head.

It only seemed a few minutes later that Cas could feel the sunlight pricking at his eyelids as he was pulled from the depths of sleep, woken by the sound of voices from the doorway.

"He's kinda sweet when he's asleep, isn't it?" Sam was saying in a hushed voice.

"Yeah," Dean replied absentmindedly, almost dream-like. "Like a little angel." Sam made an amused snorting noise, which caused Dean to snap to attention. "Sam - I swear to God, if you tell Gabe -"

"Relax, Dean. Your whole macho persona is still in tact." Sam clapped him on the shoulder. "Now get in there and give him a hug. I have faith that you can cope with that."

"Shut up, Samantha," Dean grumbled.

"And, hey, for what's it worth -" Sam paused, most likely gesturing between his brother and Cas "- weddings are even more spectacular in autumn."

"Sammy -!"

Sam let out a peal of laughter. "Just sayin'!" He called out behind him, his voice getting fainter as he moved away from the door and let them have their privacy. Dean let out a huff, before crossing the room and tugging back the blankets, climbing in beside Cas and wrapping his arms around the shorter man, pressed against his back and resting his head on his shoulder. Cas shifted in his arms, turning over onto his right side so that his face was tucked against Dean's chest.

"Mornin', Cas."

"Hello Dean," he mumbled. "What time is it?"

"Um...a little after nine. I called that Meta-douche guy to let him know that you weren't your usual self. He clearly knew what was going on though; he sounded way too excited for someone who's agreeing to give their employee the day off."

"Good old Metatron," Cas smiled, before letting out a groan.

"What?"

"Dean, please, if you value my sanity, please tell me that I didn't attempt to climb through your bedroom window at two in the morning like some kind of crazed stalker."

Dean let out a peal of laughter. "Sorry, Cas. I'd be lyin' if I told ya that."

Cas let out another groan, burrowing further into his shirt. "Ugh. Dammit."

"Hey, I'm not complainin'. I thought it was kinda sweet."

"Are you sure? I'll accept the restraining order; it's only what I deserve."

"Nah. If you had a restrainin' order, how else would I be able to see that angel face of yours?" Dean pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he spoke, letting his face linger there for a few moments, before he leaned away. "I, er, I got you somethin'."

"Oh?" Cas leaned back to look at him. "What?"

"It's um, it's kinda stupid, but, y'know, I just thought..." Dean trailed off, looking uncomfortable. "I'm not so good with the whole relationship and tellin' people stuff thing - well, you know that already - but I thought that this might be a good start." He reached over to the bedside table, picking up a piece of paper and pressing it into Cas' hands. "I mean it, you know. All the stuff I wrote on those notes. I meant every word, yeah?"

"I know, Dean." Cas unfolded the piece of paper, holding it closer to his face so that his sleep-clouded eyes could read it, before a smile broke out across his face.

I'm a demon, but you make me an angel.

Which means that I am yours. Forever.

Cas leaned up and pressed a kiss to Dean's jaw. "The feeling's mutual. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," Dean replied with a smile. "I know."


The End.

Well, that was that, folks!

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