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lotrspnfangirlTitle: Take Two
Authors: islanderbib83 & pdlessard07 (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 tooldbatj 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
You can find Chapter One here.
You can findlotrspnfangirl fiction index here.
You can findpippin1983 fiction index here.
Dean parked his car and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening. He locked his car and entered the bar, easily spotting Castiel and this other guy at the back. He waved briefly as he wandered towards their table.
“Hey, Cas...” he smiled at him. “Hello. I’m Dean.” he introduced himself to the other guy and offered his hand.
“Balthazar,” the man smiled, accepting his hand and giving it a firm shake. He trailed his eyes over Dean quickly, giving a small nod before taking his hand back and leaning against the seat back.
Dean gave Balthazar a quick once-over look before sitting down as well.
“So, are you enjoying your stay in Kansas?” Dean asked.
“It’s a very… quiet place.” Balthazar shrugged. “But I’m just glad to get some time away from the normal hustle and bustle with Cas.” He leaned into Cas and Dean could see him slip his hand down Castiel’s leg, squeezing his thigh gently.
Cas cleared his throat, giving Balthazar a small smile that screamed ‘uncomfortable’. The waitress chose that time to appear and drop off their three beers and Balthazar removed his hand to accept his with a smile.
“Thanks, gorgeous.” He winked at her and took a deep drag of his beer. “So, Dan… or sorry, Dean was it? Do you like living in a small town?”
“Small? I wouldn’t call Lawrence ‘small’ exactly,” Dean replied, ignoring the small town slight and trying to sound as polite as he could. “But yes, I do like living here. I love my town, I love knowing where everything is and not having the whole world run around here with their cameras.”
“Well, you obviously haven’t gotten out much--”
“Balt,” Cas’ voice was quiet but sharp and he gave his fiance’ a hard look. “Compared to New York, everything’s kind of small, you know?” He said, turning his attention back to Dean before taking a sip of his own beer.
“Yeah, didn’t mean any offense...” Balthazar smiled across the table and lifted an arm to lay it across Castiel’s shoulders. “Cas told me that I shouldn’t start a pissing contest. Just forgot myself for a moment, you know? Cas is pretty great, I let it mess with my head sometimes. But, we all made our choices.”
Cas closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he settled his gaze on Dean, silently begging him not to start something.
“Yes, of course, compared to New York, anything would be small. But that’s what I like about this place. It’s a big town, but not as huge as New York. Anyway … um, so what are you going to do while you’re here in our town?”
“I have a few things in mind,” Balthazar laughed, squeezing Castiel’s shoulder and raising his eyebrows. Cas’s cheeks flamed red in embarrassment and he mumbled something that Dean couldn’t hear which caused Balthazar to laugh again.
Dean tilted his head, looking at Castiel, he sighed ever so softly.
“I need…” Cas shook his head and pulled uncomfortably out of Balthazar’s embrace. “Balthazar, can you come with me for a second? I left something in the car.”
“Here…baby,” Balthazar said simply, sliding the keys over to him, a smile plastered on his face.
Dean sighed and shook his head, just lightly enough so the two other guys wouldn’t notice. It was sad. Cas tried to subtly tell his fiancé they needed to talk in private, but he either didn’t understand it, or just laughed it off. Either way, Dean didn’t like Cas being dismissed like that.
“Okay… I’ll… be right back.” Cas stammered slowly, taking the keys, having no other choice than to walk away from the table.
“I was wondering, Cas never told me, how did you pop the question?” Dean smiled.
“Oh, well I took him to this great steakhouse in Time Square, one owned by Gordon Ramsey I think… anyway, I had them serve us table-side and while they were distracting him with serving, I got down on one knee and asked him. The entire restaurant was cheering for us.” Balthazar smiled, cocking his head as he looked at Dean. “And you? How did you propose to Cas? Funny that we have that in common, isn’t it? Though… I didn’t need to be drunk to know what I wanted…”
“I didn’t have to put Cas in a situation where saying ‘no’ would have been a major embarrassment. I didn’t have to pop the question really. I just looked him in the eyes and he looked back and we shrugged and said, ‘okay, why not?’”
“Romantic.” Balthazar snorted. “But… we all know how well that turned out so…”
“It, at least, wasn’t overblown. Did you have champagne with rose petals inside? I bet you even had the ring inside the champagne glass.”
“No, actually,” Balthazar glared across the table. “Cas likes a man who is clear and able to demonstrate his love personally. For some strange reason, he likes reassurance and for someone to tell him what they’re feeling. So no, I didn’t hide the ring in anything. I displayed it to him myself so he knew, without a doubt, that I wanted him for the rest of my life.”
“Well… sorry… it would just have fit the cliché so well.”
Balthazar opened his mouth, ready to fire another mean-spirited retort when Castiel suddenly made his reappearance and slipped back into his seat. Cas looked between the two of them, shaking his head before downing half of his beer. “At least you both look like you’re in one piece…and no blood spatters…” he muttered.
“We’re fine, baby.” Balthazar smiled, kissing Castiel’s forehead and looking over at Dean. “I’m perfect, actually. Dean and I were just talking about the good old times.”
“I gotta’ go use the bathroom.” Dean sighed and downed half his beer before he got up. At least he could give Cas his chance for a private talk now, since his fiancé had been too dumb for that.
Cas watched him walk away from the table and sighed, turning to Balthazar. “You’re awful at taking a hint.”
Entering the bathroom Dean leaned on the sink for a while just staring at his reflection in the mirror. The Castiel he remembered hadn’t liked big shows. He had even told him once, that he’d preferred a private setting, like a nighttime picnic at the lake. Dean had often regretted not having done that. He also remembered Cas saying for their wedding that their closest friends and family would be all he’d want in attendance. Well, they’d only had had Sammy and Garth, so that had been pretty close to Cas’s wishes. Dean wondered how many hundreds of people were already on Balthazar’s list.
“Hey,” Cas said softly, pushing open the bathroom door and meeting Dean’s eyes in the mirror. “I… He’s a bit intense sometimes. I told him to tone it down some…”
“Cas…” Dean turned to look at him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to start anything…. He … I was feeling provoked.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Dean.” Castiel shook his head quickly, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I let his comments punch my buttons. I shouldn’t have let him get to me.” Dean hung his head.
“Dean, please...” Cas shook his head and took a hesitant step forward. “You don’t…” he sighed, letting his outstretched hand fall. “Come back to the table so we can get this night over with.”
“I’ll be right back. I wasn’t only going to let you talk, I actually do have to make use of this place.” Dean smiled softly at Cas.
“Alright,” Cas smiled back, turning to leave. “Thank you… for being so understanding.”
“Sure, Cas.” Dean said, fighting down the urge to pull Cas back and pin him against the wall with a kiss.
Cas slipped out of the bathroom and returned to their table, leaving Dean alone once again.
After he’d finished what he’d really come to the bathroom for, Dean returned to their table too, smiling at the two men as he sat down.
“Hey,” Cas said, giving him a small smile when he appeared. “Balt ordered us all shots…” Dean could see by the small frown on Cas’s face and knew he had tried to talk Balthazar out of it.
“I think we could all use one...” Balt muttered, his bravado significantly lessened since Cas had talked to him.
“Um, I’m sorry, I pass. I’m not much for shots these days, Dorothy … changed things,” glances at Cas with a smile.
“Dorothy?” Balthazar asked, picking up his shot and knocking it back. He shrugged and reached across the table for Dean’s shot, knocking that one back too. “You got a girl back home?”
“Yes.. I do. I assumed Castiel had told you about my girl.”
“No, he didn’t.” Balthazar beamed, assuming that ‘a girl’ took Dean out of the picture. “Well, good, I’m glad to know you’re happy.”
Cas cleared his throat, and looked away from Dean, a smirk on his face.
“Oh yes, I’m very happy. I bring her to school every morning, though she has her own car now.” Dean said, subtly smirking back at Cas.
Balthazar’s eyes scrunched together in confusion and he looked between the two of them. “You… you’re seeing someone that young?” he blurted out after a moment, staring at Cas with wide eyes. “He’s dating someone in… college?”
“Preschool… actually.” Dean said, doing his very best to seem sincere and not laugh out loud.
Cas burst out laughing and turned to his fiance’, shaking his head. “He has a daughter, Balt.” He said softly, watching as Balthazar’s face went from confused to pissed off.
“Right.” He said, snagging Castiel’s untouched shot. “Glad you two can have a good laugh together, really.”
“Oh, come on, I’m sure Castiel told you that.”
“No, actually,” Balthazar sat up straighter in his chair, his frown replaced with a smirk as he stared Dean down. “Castiel and I have much more interesting things to do with our time together than to talk about you.”
“Balt!” Cas turned his body quickly, mouth open but Dean cut him off.
“Actually, I don’t think so, Balthazar. If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now, in this small Kansas town, so far away from New York.”
“Listen here, you little shit!” Balthazar whispered harshly, his voice low as he glared at Dean from across the table. Cas moved to push him back, pulling against his leather jacket, but Balthazar ignored him and shook him off. “I don’t have to answer to you! I don’t give a shit about you, this stinking town, of your fucking life. I am here because my future husband had some business he needed to take care of so we can get married and move on and he doesn't have to think about the horrible mistake he made when he was a teenager.
“And we don’t talk about you-- there’s no need. There’s only so much you can say about a man who left you high and dry and destroyed you before the story gets old. Bottom line, Dean Winchester? You let go of the best damn thing you were ever given in your fucking pathetic life. You let him go like he was nothing and I can promise you that I will spend the rest of my life letting him know and reassuring him that he is everything while you go home at night alone and pine after lost dreams.
“I don’t need your shit, I don’t need to sit here and challenge you, because I’ve already won. After you man-the-fuck-up and sign those papers? You’ll be nothing except a distant memory!” Balthazar finally belted down Castiel’s shot, slamming the glass down on the table. What had started out as a hiss across the table had increasingly gotten louder as he went on, and silence now filled the bar as everyone had turned around or peered from beneath a veil of long hair to stare at their table.
Castiel flushed a deep red, his eyes swimming with unshed tears as he stared at his fiance’, embarrassed and angry.
“Get up.” Cas snarled quietly, shoving Balthazar’s chest hard, causing him to almost fall out of the seat. “Get up!” His voice cracked, and Dean could hear the panic in it. “Get up! We’re leaving, now!”
“I’m sorry, Cas...” Dean looked helplessly at Castiel. He had nothing more to say to Balthazar. He wouldn’t do anything that might further embarrass the man he’s loved for so many years. All he could do, all that mattered to him right now was that Castiel know he was sorry that the evening had gone this badly. Dean had meant to be friendly, amicable with the man his soon-to-be-ex-husband was going to marry, it hadn’t been his fault the other man had had other plans.
Cas turned away and shoved Balthazar out the door, disappearing into the night.
Dean shook his head and got up sighing. He went over to the bar and apologized to the bartender for Balthazar’s behavior. Hopping on a stool he ordered another beer and pulled out his phone.
He finished his beer and left the bar to head over to the salvage yard, tucking his phone into his pocket so he could focus on the quick drive to home. His heart was still pounding in his chest, and it ached for Castiel.
Chapter Seven can be found here.
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
You can find Chapter One here.
You can find
lotrspnfangirl fiction index here.You can find
pippin1983 fiction index here. Dean parked his car and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening. He locked his car and entered the bar, easily spotting Castiel and this other guy at the back. He waved briefly as he wandered towards their table.
“Hey, Cas...” he smiled at him. “Hello. I’m Dean.” he introduced himself to the other guy and offered his hand.
“Balthazar,” the man smiled, accepting his hand and giving it a firm shake. He trailed his eyes over Dean quickly, giving a small nod before taking his hand back and leaning against the seat back.
Dean gave Balthazar a quick once-over look before sitting down as well.
“So, are you enjoying your stay in Kansas?” Dean asked.
“It’s a very… quiet place.” Balthazar shrugged. “But I’m just glad to get some time away from the normal hustle and bustle with Cas.” He leaned into Cas and Dean could see him slip his hand down Castiel’s leg, squeezing his thigh gently.
Cas cleared his throat, giving Balthazar a small smile that screamed ‘uncomfortable’. The waitress chose that time to appear and drop off their three beers and Balthazar removed his hand to accept his with a smile.
“Thanks, gorgeous.” He winked at her and took a deep drag of his beer. “So, Dan… or sorry, Dean was it? Do you like living in a small town?”
“Small? I wouldn’t call Lawrence ‘small’ exactly,” Dean replied, ignoring the small town slight and trying to sound as polite as he could. “But yes, I do like living here. I love my town, I love knowing where everything is and not having the whole world run around here with their cameras.”
“Well, you obviously haven’t gotten out much--”
“Balt,” Cas’ voice was quiet but sharp and he gave his fiance’ a hard look. “Compared to New York, everything’s kind of small, you know?” He said, turning his attention back to Dean before taking a sip of his own beer.
“Yeah, didn’t mean any offense...” Balthazar smiled across the table and lifted an arm to lay it across Castiel’s shoulders. “Cas told me that I shouldn’t start a pissing contest. Just forgot myself for a moment, you know? Cas is pretty great, I let it mess with my head sometimes. But, we all made our choices.”
Cas closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he settled his gaze on Dean, silently begging him not to start something.
“Yes, of course, compared to New York, anything would be small. But that’s what I like about this place. It’s a big town, but not as huge as New York. Anyway … um, so what are you going to do while you’re here in our town?”
“I have a few things in mind,” Balthazar laughed, squeezing Castiel’s shoulder and raising his eyebrows. Cas’s cheeks flamed red in embarrassment and he mumbled something that Dean couldn’t hear which caused Balthazar to laugh again.
Dean tilted his head, looking at Castiel, he sighed ever so softly.
“I need…” Cas shook his head and pulled uncomfortably out of Balthazar’s embrace. “Balthazar, can you come with me for a second? I left something in the car.”
“Here…baby,” Balthazar said simply, sliding the keys over to him, a smile plastered on his face.
Dean sighed and shook his head, just lightly enough so the two other guys wouldn’t notice. It was sad. Cas tried to subtly tell his fiancé they needed to talk in private, but he either didn’t understand it, or just laughed it off. Either way, Dean didn’t like Cas being dismissed like that.
“Okay… I’ll… be right back.” Cas stammered slowly, taking the keys, having no other choice than to walk away from the table.
“I was wondering, Cas never told me, how did you pop the question?” Dean smiled.
“Oh, well I took him to this great steakhouse in Time Square, one owned by Gordon Ramsey I think… anyway, I had them serve us table-side and while they were distracting him with serving, I got down on one knee and asked him. The entire restaurant was cheering for us.” Balthazar smiled, cocking his head as he looked at Dean. “And you? How did you propose to Cas? Funny that we have that in common, isn’t it? Though… I didn’t need to be drunk to know what I wanted…”
“I didn’t have to put Cas in a situation where saying ‘no’ would have been a major embarrassment. I didn’t have to pop the question really. I just looked him in the eyes and he looked back and we shrugged and said, ‘okay, why not?’”
“Romantic.” Balthazar snorted. “But… we all know how well that turned out so…”
“It, at least, wasn’t overblown. Did you have champagne with rose petals inside? I bet you even had the ring inside the champagne glass.”
“No, actually,” Balthazar glared across the table. “Cas likes a man who is clear and able to demonstrate his love personally. For some strange reason, he likes reassurance and for someone to tell him what they’re feeling. So no, I didn’t hide the ring in anything. I displayed it to him myself so he knew, without a doubt, that I wanted him for the rest of my life.”
“Well… sorry… it would just have fit the cliché so well.”
Balthazar opened his mouth, ready to fire another mean-spirited retort when Castiel suddenly made his reappearance and slipped back into his seat. Cas looked between the two of them, shaking his head before downing half of his beer. “At least you both look like you’re in one piece…and no blood spatters…” he muttered.
“We’re fine, baby.” Balthazar smiled, kissing Castiel’s forehead and looking over at Dean. “I’m perfect, actually. Dean and I were just talking about the good old times.”
“I gotta’ go use the bathroom.” Dean sighed and downed half his beer before he got up. At least he could give Cas his chance for a private talk now, since his fiancé had been too dumb for that.
Cas watched him walk away from the table and sighed, turning to Balthazar. “You’re awful at taking a hint.”
Entering the bathroom Dean leaned on the sink for a while just staring at his reflection in the mirror. The Castiel he remembered hadn’t liked big shows. He had even told him once, that he’d preferred a private setting, like a nighttime picnic at the lake. Dean had often regretted not having done that. He also remembered Cas saying for their wedding that their closest friends and family would be all he’d want in attendance. Well, they’d only had had Sammy and Garth, so that had been pretty close to Cas’s wishes. Dean wondered how many hundreds of people were already on Balthazar’s list.
“Hey,” Cas said softly, pushing open the bathroom door and meeting Dean’s eyes in the mirror. “I… He’s a bit intense sometimes. I told him to tone it down some…”
“Cas…” Dean turned to look at him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to start anything…. He … I was feeling provoked.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Dean.” Castiel shook his head quickly, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I let his comments punch my buttons. I shouldn’t have let him get to me.” Dean hung his head.
“Dean, please...” Cas shook his head and took a hesitant step forward. “You don’t…” he sighed, letting his outstretched hand fall. “Come back to the table so we can get this night over with.”
“I’ll be right back. I wasn’t only going to let you talk, I actually do have to make use of this place.” Dean smiled softly at Cas.
“Alright,” Cas smiled back, turning to leave. “Thank you… for being so understanding.”
“Sure, Cas.” Dean said, fighting down the urge to pull Cas back and pin him against the wall with a kiss.
Cas slipped out of the bathroom and returned to their table, leaving Dean alone once again.
After he’d finished what he’d really come to the bathroom for, Dean returned to their table too, smiling at the two men as he sat down.
“Hey,” Cas said, giving him a small smile when he appeared. “Balt ordered us all shots…” Dean could see by the small frown on Cas’s face and knew he had tried to talk Balthazar out of it.
“I think we could all use one...” Balt muttered, his bravado significantly lessened since Cas had talked to him.
“Um, I’m sorry, I pass. I’m not much for shots these days, Dorothy … changed things,” glances at Cas with a smile.
“Dorothy?” Balthazar asked, picking up his shot and knocking it back. He shrugged and reached across the table for Dean’s shot, knocking that one back too. “You got a girl back home?”
“Yes.. I do. I assumed Castiel had told you about my girl.”
“No, he didn’t.” Balthazar beamed, assuming that ‘a girl’ took Dean out of the picture. “Well, good, I’m glad to know you’re happy.”
Cas cleared his throat, and looked away from Dean, a smirk on his face.
“Oh yes, I’m very happy. I bring her to school every morning, though she has her own car now.” Dean said, subtly smirking back at Cas.
Balthazar’s eyes scrunched together in confusion and he looked between the two of them. “You… you’re seeing someone that young?” he blurted out after a moment, staring at Cas with wide eyes. “He’s dating someone in… college?”
“Preschool… actually.” Dean said, doing his very best to seem sincere and not laugh out loud.
Cas burst out laughing and turned to his fiance’, shaking his head. “He has a daughter, Balt.” He said softly, watching as Balthazar’s face went from confused to pissed off.
“Right.” He said, snagging Castiel’s untouched shot. “Glad you two can have a good laugh together, really.”
“Oh, come on, I’m sure Castiel told you that.”
“No, actually,” Balthazar sat up straighter in his chair, his frown replaced with a smirk as he stared Dean down. “Castiel and I have much more interesting things to do with our time together than to talk about you.”
“Balt!” Cas turned his body quickly, mouth open but Dean cut him off.
“Actually, I don’t think so, Balthazar. If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now, in this small Kansas town, so far away from New York.”
“Listen here, you little shit!” Balthazar whispered harshly, his voice low as he glared at Dean from across the table. Cas moved to push him back, pulling against his leather jacket, but Balthazar ignored him and shook him off. “I don’t have to answer to you! I don’t give a shit about you, this stinking town, of your fucking life. I am here because my future husband had some business he needed to take care of so we can get married and move on and he doesn't have to think about the horrible mistake he made when he was a teenager.
“And we don’t talk about you-- there’s no need. There’s only so much you can say about a man who left you high and dry and destroyed you before the story gets old. Bottom line, Dean Winchester? You let go of the best damn thing you were ever given in your fucking pathetic life. You let him go like he was nothing and I can promise you that I will spend the rest of my life letting him know and reassuring him that he is everything while you go home at night alone and pine after lost dreams.
“I don’t need your shit, I don’t need to sit here and challenge you, because I’ve already won. After you man-the-fuck-up and sign those papers? You’ll be nothing except a distant memory!” Balthazar finally belted down Castiel’s shot, slamming the glass down on the table. What had started out as a hiss across the table had increasingly gotten louder as he went on, and silence now filled the bar as everyone had turned around or peered from beneath a veil of long hair to stare at their table.
Castiel flushed a deep red, his eyes swimming with unshed tears as he stared at his fiance’, embarrassed and angry.
“Get up.” Cas snarled quietly, shoving Balthazar’s chest hard, causing him to almost fall out of the seat. “Get up!” His voice cracked, and Dean could hear the panic in it. “Get up! We’re leaving, now!”
“I’m sorry, Cas...” Dean looked helplessly at Castiel. He had nothing more to say to Balthazar. He wouldn’t do anything that might further embarrass the man he’s loved for so many years. All he could do, all that mattered to him right now was that Castiel know he was sorry that the evening had gone this badly. Dean had meant to be friendly, amicable with the man his soon-to-be-ex-husband was going to marry, it hadn’t been his fault the other man had had other plans.
Cas turned away and shoved Balthazar out the door, disappearing into the night.
Dean shook his head and got up sighing. He went over to the bar and apologized to the bartender for Balthazar’s behavior. Hopping on a stool he ordered another beer and pulled out his phone.
He finished his beer and left the bar to head over to the salvage yard, tucking his phone into his pocket so he could focus on the quick drive to home. His heart was still pounding in his chest, and it ached for Castiel.
Chapter Seven can be found here.
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