Take Two - Chapter Five - Destiel Fanfiction

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Title: Take Two
Authors: islanderbib83 & pdlessard07 (pippin1983 & lotrspnfangirl)
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: R (may change)
Summary: Dean and Castiel get drunkenly married at 19. It's bold, it's rash, it's being young and in love. After Dean walked out, Castiel tried to move and after ten years, he's decided to marry again. The only thing standing in his way is his legal marriage. Dean, however, wants a second chance to prove that he's grown up, he's matured, but his love for Castiel has never changed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angsty! Totally AU.
Beta(s): Huge thanks and hugs to oldbatj for working with us on this! Jude, you’re fantastic!
A/N: We own nothing! We are taking these characters and playing with them nicely. Our fic was based off of this prompt.. Bibi primarily wrote Dean and Dani primarily wrote Cas. Our eye banners are used to signify scene changes and not POV, even if they coincide. We just think the boys have pretty eyes <3
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After a quick stop at his dad’s favorite Chinese restaurant, Cas headed back to face the music. He wasn’t sure why Balthazar had chosen to come but he resented the implied distrust. Castiel pulled up to his dad’s house, a sigh immediately escaping his lips when he looked up to see Balthazar sitting on the porch steps, cigarette clenched between his teeth. He gathered the carry-out bags into his arms and pushed open the car door. He swallowed hard, took a deep calming breath or two and slipped out of the car, making his way over to his fiancé.

“Hey… didn’t know you were coming.” he murmured, trying to sound casual as he sat down beside him and accepted the small, smoke-filled kiss. “Smoking again?”

“Yeah, well… wedding nerves...” Balthazar replied, taking another long drag before dropping the still lit stub onto the ground and grinding it in with the toe of his boot. “Thought I’d surprise you. Been awhile since we’ve gotten away, you know? I told your work you would be an extra week… kind of expected you to be here with your Dad though.”

“Yeah, well… I went to get some lunch stuff…” not a lie exactly he reasoned, “And, Balt, I was perfectly clear with what my purpose was in coming here.” Castiel replied, immediately on the defense. “This wasn’t supposed to be a vacation.”

Balt eyed him carefully and Castiel immediately felt guilty. He should be thrilled, excited that the man he was planning on spending the rest of his life with had decided to hop onto a plane and surprise him.

But it was hard to be grateful and happy when his lips still burned with the feeling and heat of Dean pressed up against them.

“I’m going to help your dad with lunch.” Balthazar said slowly before pushing up off the steps. He leaned down to squeeze Castiel’s shoulder, letting his fingers trail down his arm before gathering the carryout bags from Castiel’s arms and disappearing inside to leave Castiel alone with his thoughts and his guilt.

“Fuck,” Cas whispered, dropping his head into his hands. His elbows dug painfully into the tops of his legs, but he didn’t care. He probably deserved the pain… He snorted at the thought. Not only had he just cheated on Balthazar, he was now reverting into an overly dramatic and emotional teenager.

“You okay?” The voice behind him made him jump and he looked up to see his dad wiping his hands on a towel, coming to sit down beside him.

“Couldn’t be better.” Castiel tried to smile, watching as his father used the side rail to help lower himself down. “You?”

“You’d think I didn’t raise you or something…” his dad smiled, bumping his shoulder. “I can still read you like a book, kiddo, doesn’t matter if you’re almost an old man like me.”

“Oh yeah, 30 is ancient.” Castiel smiled, bumping him back. “I’ll be good… Balt is here and I’m apparently on vacation. So, good… right?”

“Didn’t think it would be this hard to see him again, did you?” His dad’s voice was quiet and soft and Castiel refused to look at him, refused to see the look on his face.

“Doesn’t matter… I know what needs to get done.”

“Hmmm….,” was the only response he received.

“What is that supposed to mean? I have my fiance’ in your kitchen working on dinner. All that’s standing in our way now is a stupid mistake I made as a teenager. You should’ve seen Balt’s face when we went to apply for our marriage license and they asked for my divorce papers.” Castiel laughed, the sound of it was pained, ripping through his chest. “Divorce papers. I didn’t even think I was legally fucking married.”

“Do you remember what I said back then?” The question surprised him and Castiel whipped around sideways, staring at his dad. He opened his mouth but his Dad shook his head, cutting him off. “I told you it was going to be hard, that you were both going to change, and that relationships take work, every single day. No matter how old you are, Cas -- that’s how it’s going to be. It doesn’t matter if you’re with Dean or Balthazar or someone entirely different. All that matters to me, and all that should matter to you, is that you’re happy and proud to be working towards something. Not everyone can find love, not everyone can keep it, and not everyone deserves it. But you, Son…?” He reached out and grabbed Castiel’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You deserve the world. You deserve to have someone besides your old man who realizes that and someone who wants to give that to you. Never, ever forget that.”

Castiel swallowed hard, nodding once before his dad patted his hand and stood on shaky legs.

“Dad?” He whispered. “Thanks.”

“Wash up before you come in for lunch.”

Castiel bit his lower lip, waiting until the front door snapped shut, the hinges of the screen door screaming their protest. Inside the house, he had a man waiting for him, excited to spend this vacation with him. This was a man who was kind and thoughtful, who made him lunches and gave him backrubs after a stressful day of work. Balthazar was comfortable, a safe and happy ending that would give him a good, stable life. Cas had no doubt of that.

But across town, probably getting ready to pick up his little girl, was a man who had Castiel’s heart sewn into his front pocket. A man who was dangerous, who after all these years still held the power to hurt and destroy a very vital and soft part of him. Dean was terrifying and exciting at the same time and the only man he truly had ever loved.

Tears sprang to the back of his eyes and he swallowed them down, refusing to let them fall. He cleared his throat and grabbed the railing to pull himself up. Seconds before he went inside, he paused and pulled out his cell phone. He hesitated a second more before sending a text and burying the phone away, shame and excitement battling for his attention as they both burned through his stomach.

He had a choice to make.






Dean hadn’t heard his cell phone announcing an incoming message. It had been sitting on the little entry table out in the foyer, while he’d been fighting tears and memories in his silent living room. When he had calmed down enough, he decided to take a drive. It was still too early to pick up his daughter, so he did a quick scan of his fridge and pantry and decided to do some grocery shopping before getting Dotty.

He grabbed his keys and shoved his phone into his pocket without checking it first, then headed out to his car.

Once he’d parked the car at the supermarket, he took out his phone to call Bobby, see if he too needed anything. Dean blinked at the screen once he had unlocked it.



Dean’s eyes wandered to the divorce papers he still had laying on his passenger seat, unread, unsigned.

Dean leaned back against the headrest and stared up at the ceiling, sighing deeply. Yes, they had to talk.

He sat back up straight and punched in a reply to Cas, then finally went on to call Bobby. He couldn't let events with Cas affect his daily life too much. His household and his daughter still needed him too much for him to let that happen. He had no time to curl up in bed and mourn the death of his marriage.

“How do you feel about two more for dinner?”

“Why hello to you too, Dean,” Bobby answered like a smartass, exaggerated sarcasm dripping through the phone. “It’s so nice to hear from you. Yes, I’m having a wonderful day, thanks so much for askin’...”

“Come on, Bobby,” Dean chuckled in embarrassment, smiling despite himself. “Want some company?”

“Yeah, yeah… Should I set up an extra setting, just in case?”

“Bobby… It’s not…” he stopped and sighed. “Do you think I should sign the papers?”

“Jesus, Dean.” Bobby fired back, and Dean was surprised at the amount of vehemence in his voice. “The two of you were always such idjits.”

“What?” Dean sputtered, shaking his head in confusion, as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. “What the hell are you talking about, Bobby?”

“You realize that he coulda’ just mailed you them damned papers?” Dean paused. Did that mean… “He obviously wanted to see you, and the two of you are going around and around in some fucked-up power dance ‘cuz you’re too afraid to actually talk about what happened back then and neither one of you wants to get off your damned high horse.”

“He’s engaged, Bobby...” Dean protested weakly, not even trying to hide the pain that filtered through his words. It didn’t matter anyway, this was Bobby and Bobby knew him better than anyone. “So I don’t know what you think--”

“Idjit,” Bobby cut him off. “Yeah, I got room for two more at dinner. But you better bring some night clothes for that girl of yours ‘cuz you and me ? …we’re gonna’ have us a chat. A long one….” He broke off the connection without waiting for a response.











Castiel closed his eyes, clicking the phone shut. Why did he say that? His heart was racing and he had to fight the urge to check the messages again, resist the need to stare at the screen until it highlighted with Dean’s name,

“You okay, baby?” Balthazar purred, walking up from behind and slipping his arms around Cas’s waist.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Castiel replied, shoving the phone deep into his pocket and leaning back into Balthazar’s embrace. “Thank you for helping my dad get lunch ready.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Balthazar said with a laugh. He kissed the side of Castiel’s face, his lips burning hot against Castiel’s cheek. “I hope you’re not still mad at me… I just wanted to surprise you…”

Castiel felt the shame burning deep in his stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment before turning himself in Balthazar’s arms, smile at the ready. He hadn’t even stopped to think about Balthazar what would be feeling… “I’m sorry, Balt… I know I was a bit of a jerk. This whole thing is just… more stressful than I thought. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“You can make it up to me later,” Balthazar replied, leaning in to capture Castiel’s lips in a kiss. “Did you end up getting everything settled with your ex?”

“Oh… Um, I think he’s still reading it over…” Cas shrugged. “I think I am meeting him for a beer tomorrow or something and he will give them to me then.”

“Oh! Great! I’ve always kind of wanted to meet him.” Balthazar’s smile was brilliant but it made Castiel’s blood run cold. “I’ll let your dad know we won’t be home tomorrow for dinner… maybe we can grab a bite to eat before we meet up with Dean.”

“Yeah, okay...” Cas nodded quickly, watching the wash of relief and excitement playing over the other man’s face. “That sounds good. I’m going… I’m going to take a shower.”

“Want any company?”

“No, I can entertain myself, you go entertain my Dad.” He hoped the response wasn’t as cold as he felt and he turned towards the stairs without waiting for a response.



Cas didn’t reply to the message, just slipped the phone onto the counter by the sink and sank down on the toilet seat, head in his hands. In some twisted way, each of these men had some macho need to size the other one up. He should just let the two of them have at it and he could stay at home and catch an easy night with Netflix… Sighing, he stripped and stepped into the heat of the shower, hoping the water could succeed in wiping some of his fears away.




“Where’s my little princess?” Bobby’s voice called from across the house the second Dean opened the door and let himself and his daughter inside.

“Uncle Bobby!” Dorothy screamed, dropping her backpack by the door and kicking off her shoes before launching herself into the living room where Bobby appeared. He opened his arms and caught Dot the moment she was in front of him, lifting her into the air and swinging her around in a circle.

Dean smiled widely watching the scene. Even though they saw each other nearly every day, Dot and Bobby were both equally excited to see one another. It made Dean happy to know his daughter had at least one older person in her life who really loved her with all his heart.

“Yes, my day was great thanks for asking, and a very nice evening to you too.” Dean offered cheekily stepping closer.

“You, boy,” Bobby said, pointing his finger at Dean as he set Dorothy back onto the ground. He pulled Dean in for a quick hug, clapping him on the back. “Go make a salad.”

“Oh, Bobby, just my specialty.” Dean fluttered his eyelashes like a girl and sighed jokingly.

Bobby smirked at him and reached down for Dotty’s hand. “I got something to show you, princess.” He looked over his shoulder at Dean again, “I’ve got the grill going… got some steaks and corn.”

“Good, at least that I’m really good at.” Dean grinned and went to the kitchen. “Dotty, don’t forget your homework,” he called over his shoulder.

“I won’t Daddy!” Dorothy called back and let Bobby lead her outside. They walked around to the back of the house to Bobby’s personal garage. Bobby held out a hand and stopped her, bending down on one knee, a smile on his face.

“Alright Princess… Before I let you in there, I’ve gotta give you a few ground rules, okay?” She nodded, her eyes wide. “Rule number one? Always wear a helmet and a seat belt. Rule number two? Make sure you let your Daddy know that your Impala is better than his is.” Bobby turned on his knees to open the door, revealing a re-done Power Wheels car, made up with parts to look like an exact copy of Dean’s ‘67 Impala except--

“Uncle Bobby! It’s pink!” Dorothy screeched, charging forward to run her hands over her new motorized car.

Dean stood in the kitchen, preparing the salad and thinking about Castiel. Great. Balthazar going to come along. He thought they were going to talk about what had happened earlier, the kiss, the desire for each other that had definitely been there. Dean hadn’t imagined Cas wanting him just as much as he wanted Cas.

“I’ve got her occupied for a while,” Bobby’s voice broke through Dean’s thoughts, making him jump. “Hope you didn’t want your daughter to wait until 16 to drive.”

“What? What?!” Dean looked at Bobby completely confused. “Bobby, she’s going-on-6, what did you occupy her with?”

“Nothing she can’t handle.” Bobby shrugged and the sound of a small motor engine revving before speeding off was suddenly heard from outside. “I made her wear a helmet…”

“I trust you thought that through…. and just want us to stay here and not run out there to see what she’s doing right now,” Dean gave Bobby a slightly worried, half-smile.

"She's fine." Bobby laughed and reached into the fridge for two beers. He popped them open and placed one beside Dean's cutting board. "So... Castiel is back."

“His fiancé is in town...too…now,” Dean replied uncertainly and reached for the bottle.

"Dammit, Dean, I got the tolerance of a saint when it comes to you and your brother, but I can't do this heart to heart thing for very long." Bobby clapped him on the shoulder. "Work with me, kid. How does Cas being back make you feel?"

“Old, actually. It makes me realize it has been almost ten years since …since… well, that. It makes me feel angry with myself. I have been one dumb boy,” Dean took a swig of his beer.

"Are you going to sign the papers?"

“I should. He deserves me doing something right for once.”

Bobby nodded once, leaning against the side of the fridge. "Do you remember why you ran away Dean?"

Dean sighed and moved over to the table, he plunked down on a chair and dejectedly buried his head in his hands. “Does ‘being 19’ sound like a good enough reason to you?” he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No… it damn well doesn't. I've always been straight with you boys, and I ain't gonna stop that now," Bobby took the chair beside him, pausing to listen for Dotty's screeches of laughter and the low rumbling of the motor car before he continued. "You can't put an age on love, just like you can't for responsibility or wisdom. You left because you were afraid and because your Daddy taught you that running away from your problems was the best solution. Load of horse shit...if you ask me.

"You ran because you didn't want to end up like him, angry and hateful of the people you once loved. You let his words and opinions get inside your head and rot and fester there until you believed them and snapped, telling yourself Castiel would be better off without you because your Dad you’re your marriage was irresponsible. You left that poor boy without a backwards glance or explanation. Your leaving him like that was the irresponsible thing… not your marriage.

"So when I ask you if you're going to sign those papers? I'm asking you to be responsible. I'm not telling you to sign them, I'm not telling you not to either. I think you need to take a hard look at this, Dean, and push aside all that crap from your parents and look at that boy you once claimed to love more than anything. Is he happier and better off without you? Is there any way you could make his life better? ‘Cuz you had your chance to make it about you, and this…? This is about him now. So think carefully, Dean," Bobby stopped and drained half his beer, watching Dean carefully across the table.

"You're a good man, Dean. You have a beautiful daughter. But you've always been missing something. Maybe this is it, maybe it's not..." Bobby trailed off, shrugging. "You'll make the right call. I got faith in you."

Dean looked at Bobby, listened to him carefully. He definitely had a point, Dean had to admit. Yes, he had been afraid. He had been terribly afraid. Once the high feeling of the new life as married couple had ebbed, he had been afraid he had done Cas wrong, he had thought he had forced himself and marriage on Cas in a drunken passion.

“Bobby …,” Dean ran his fingers over the condensation on the bottle neck. “How can I even know if he’s really happier and better off? I mean, he’s engaged. He has a guy in his life who wants him and who did it right, asked for his hand properly, took him to get a license, and here I am, making his life miserable by making him have to get a damned divorce first...” Dean drained part of his beer.

“You had a serious relationship too, Dean. And I know you cared for Ashleigh, but you weren’t happy with her. Anyone who really knew you could see that.” Bobby shrugged, leaning back into the chair. “You seeing Castiel again?”

“Yes... Yeah, I’ll see him tomorrow night for beers. I’ll even meet that guy of his apparently.” Dean huffed a small laugh. “It was supposed to be us, talking, but it seems his guy doesn’t trust me and needs to watch over Cas when he’s with me.”

“Sounds kind of perfect if you ask me,” Bobby shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. “Cas can tell you all he wants about how happy he is and how perfect this guy is, but you’ll see their relationship first hand. Even if they’re jonesing it up? You’ll see.”

“Yeah. I will. I will see. I just hope it’s gonna be okay and not total disaster.” Dean emptied his beer.

“Time will tell,” Bobby chuckled and pushed away from the table. “I’m gonna start the steaks. You should go check on Dotty… If you want me to fix your baby up like hers? You just let me know.” He laughed and grinned devilishly as he headed for the fridge.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “What?! What are you talking about?” Dean pushed up from his chair. “Now I gotta’ go see what the heck you gave her.”

Bobby grabbed the steaks from the fridge and smirked as he heard the front door open. He heard Dean curse and yell “Seriously Bobby?!” just as he stepped out of the back door towards the grill and started to laugh.


| Chapter Six |

Comments

[shell-77.livejournal.com]

Perfection!

Do you have a Ao3 account? If so, what name do you write under? I'd like to subscribe to you there.

[pippin1983.livejournal.com]

Thank you!!!

our ao3 accounts are IslanderBib83 and pdlessard07

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

I am really loving this fic it's great I so can't wait for there dinner that is gonna be fun so love it still worried for Balthazar excellent job love it so much. Can't wait for more

[lotrspnfangirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you're enjoying it :) We just posted Chapter Six!

[shenova.livejournal.com]

I was wondering when Balt would turn up as Cas was taking a lot longer to get the papers signed. It will be interesting when Dean and Balt meet. Loving the update.

[lotrspnfangirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! We just posted Chapter Six :) Let the beer date commence :D