Anon asked: prompt: Crowley and Dean putting aside their differences to help Cas, as a team (because they both love him). They both rescue him, support him as he walks, clean him and up. Dean is awkward about some stuff like undressing Cas because he's still in denial but tending to his wounds is hardly news to Crowley, who was his partner through the civil war in heaven. And his partner through other more fun stuff that involved undressing.

Dean stared out into the night from the rocking chair he was sitting in. They were far away from the city and it was pitch black, except for the stars. He looked back when the door opened, looking out again when he saw who it was.

"I guess I have to thank you. For saving Sam."

"Just another addition to the list of the things you owe me for." Crowley sat down next him, pulling the white collar from his shirt. Dean hesitated before turning towards him.

"Don't suppose I could ask you for one more thing." Crowley rolled his eyes, but inclined his head. "Cas is missing. He called me a few days ago, but I haven't heard from him since. I think he's in trouble."

"You want to save him?"

"I need you to help me save him. Sammy's out of commission and I don't think he can wait until he's better. I can't lose him, I– I just can't."

"I'll see what I can find." Crowley had his phone out, sending a message to his minions.

"Just like that? You're not gonna try to solicit me?"

"I have my own reasons for finding Castiel. I'll let you know when I hear something."

It took a few days, but Dean found himself spared from thinking about it as he took care of Sam and Amara, as well as Jenna and her grandmother. He was rocking the baby to sleep one night when Crowley stepped into the nursery.

"They found him."

~*~

The warehouse was rundown and dirty, but there was no doubt that Castiel was there. Crowley could hear him screaming from tem miles back, his true voice overpowering his vessel's.

"There's only two of them in there now."

"Then we go now." Dean said, angel blade in hand.

They stormed in, and were immediately surrounded. Crowley let his own blade slide out of its hiding place in his sleeve and back to back he and Dean cut the angels down. It felt like hours before they were all dead or had given up, deciding that punishing Castiel wasn't worth their lives.

Dean finally turned to see Castiel and bile rose in his throat. He was a bloody pulp, having been beaten and cut by the angels that had taken him. Dean reached up to let him down from the ceiling but Castiel flinched away.

"No!" He said, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't control it."

"He's still under her spell," Crowley said. "We'll need a witch."

He was gone and back in a flash, holding a trembling woman by the arm.

"Remove the spell from him and I'll release you from your deal," He told her, pushing her towards Castiel. The witch slowly raised her shaking hands to Castiel's face, her shipping growing faster and louder as she recited her spell. She kept going until Castiel was screaming again. Then, she stopped.

"It is gone," She said, softly, turning towards Crowley.

"Then get out. Consider your debt paid." She fled from the warehouse with another word.

Dean and Crowley moved toward Castiel as one, carefully lowering him from the ceiling and holding him up when he slumped forward.

"We've gotta get him to the house," Dean said. Crowley nodded and they were suddenly in the last spare room of the farm house.

"We've gotta clean that blood off of him," Dean said, lowering Castiel onto the bed. He was eyeing his clothes apprehensively, causing Crowley to roll his eyes and shove him out of his way.

"Go get a wash cloth, then," He said, removing the tattered remains of Castiel's jacket and shirt. Castiel tried to knock his hands away when they settled on his belt. "Oh, don't act all modest now. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Dean stood rooted to the spot, watching Crowley undress Castiel with practiced ease. Crowley glanced back at him and his feet finally started moving again, carrying him down the hall to the bathroom. He pulled a clean cloth from the cabinet there and ran warm water over it before hurrying back to the bedroom.

Crowley took the cloth from him and started to clean Castiel's skin and heal the wounds he found, his movements almost loving. Castiel relaxed under his touch, laying back and letting Crowley take care of him. When his skin was clean, Castiel reached out for him.

"Don't leave," He murmured. "Please, not this time."

Crowley tossed the rag at Dean, who was once again frozen, watching them together. Crowley climbed into the bed next to Castiel and pulled him close. Dean realized then that this wasn't the first time that they had done this. They looked too comfortable, their positions too perfected. Dean shook his head and turned to leave, his brain trying to work out what he just learned.

"Dean." Castiel's soft voice made him pause again. "Please stay."

Dean turned to look at them and found that Castiel was struggling to sit up, looking at him with big blue puppy eyes. Dean dropped the rag into the trash can by the door and made his way across the room, tugging off his his jacket and removing his boots before settling behind Castiel.

"Thank you for saving me," The angel said quietly. Crowley ran his fingers through his hair, forgetting about Dean and almost hitting him in the face.

"Always, kitten," The demon whispered back.

"Always," Dean repeated.

They spent the rest of the night tangled together, unsure of what the next day would hold, but finally feeling like they had solid ground underneath their feet.

Anon asked: I would love a fic about how alpha!Dean and alpha!Crowley are always really protective of their omega, Cas... overprotective in fact which is why Cas starts sneaking out without telling them. But then Cas goes missing, taken by another alpha and Dean and Crowley need to save him!

Castiel woke up pressed against Crowley's chest. He nestled further into his arms, causing Dean to groan and cuddle closer against his back. The alarm clock beside the bed went off a few minutes later and Crowley reached out to turn it off.

"Good morning," He murmured, squeezing Castiel's waist. Castiel lifted his head to kiss him.

"Morning."

He curled up in the warm spot left behind when Crowley climbed out of bed, turning to press closer Dean before dozing back to sleep. Dean was gone when he woke up and he could hear maids bustleing around downstairs. One of them smiled when Castiel walked into the kitchen.

"Good Morning, Mr–" She paused, frowning. "I'm sorry, sir, whose last name did you take again?"

"Just call me Castiel, Hannah, please."

Castiel understood her delimia. A lot of people were confused their relationship. Dean and Castiel had mated when they were in high school, but had met Crowley a few years later. His scent had almost been enough to send Castiel into heat, which had left him scared and confused, but when he saw Dean's face, he understood. It was rare for some to have more than one mate, but the odds that they all belonged together were even lower. They had made it work and were happier than any of them could ever remember being. In the five years that they had been together, there was only one problem.

"Mr. Winchester left me a list of groceries that he needed. Can I pick anything up for you?"

"Could I go with you?" He asked. Hannah bit her lip and Castiel sighed. "No, I don't need anything."

Castiel loved his Alpha's, more than anything, but he felt like a prisoner. He knew that it was ridiculous, there were Omegas that were actually chained up and abused, but he hated being locked inside unless they were there to go out with him. He understood their reasoning, there were Alphas that treated Omegas like sex toys, he couldn't count the number of times he had been groped in high school and college, but it was still frustrating to be stuck at home all day.

Hannah called out a goodbye and Castiel heard the door close behind her. He sighed and went to the library Crowley had had added for him when he and Dean moved in. After plucking a book for the shelf, Castiel curled up in his favorite chair and started reading.

After a few chapters, Castiel lost interest and placed the book on an end table before going to find something to eat. He looked in the refrigerator for five minutes before giving up. He really wanted a cheeseburger. He picked up the phone to call Hannah, then stopped.

She was probably halfway through the store right now and the burger would be cold by the time she got back. He could go and get it himself and be back before anyone even knew he was gone.

He grabbed his keys and his jacket before slipping out of the house. He felt apprehensive the while time he was out, constantly looking over his shoulder for Dean or Crowley even though both of them were no where near where he was. He ordered his meal and ate it on the way home, tossing his trash in the dumpster a few minutes away.

He was settled in his chair again and reopening his book as Hannah came in the groceries.

~*~

Dean and Crowley proved to know nothing about Castiel's adventure and their lives continues the same as ever, except now Castiel knew that he could get away with it. He would wait for his Mates to leave and for the maids to be busy and he'd go out.

He went to the park the second time he sneaked out and watched the bees and other animals for a few hours before returning home. The next time he wandered around the small shops he loved in town. He became more confident that his Mates would never find out about what he did during the day.

"Castiel?"

Castiel froze halfway through a bite of his burger when he heard Dean's voice. He looked back and saw his Mate and few of the men that he'd worked with standing in line, waiting to order. He excused himself and sat down beside Castiel.

"What are you doing here? Is Crowley with you?" He asked, looking around for you other Alpha. The Omega lowered and tilted his head, submitting and ashamed.

"No. I'm sorry, Alpha." He heard Dean sigh, and flinched a little when he felt his nose against his neck, nuzzling, leaving his scent there.

"Finish your lunch," Dean said. "I'll take you home."

Later that evening, Castiel was taking his time in the bathroom after his shower, unwilling to face his Alphas yet. He could hear them talking quietly in the bedroom. Eventually he knew he had to take his punishment for being disobedient and walked into their room.

Dean and Crowley watched as he kneeled down in front of them, lowering his head, waiting for the blows. He had never disobeyed them before, but he knew that they had to be angry.

"I'm sorry, Alphas," He whispered. "I'm a bad Omega."

"We're not mad at you, Cas," Dean said, taking his hand and pulling him up. "And we would never hurt you. We're not like your father."

"Castiel," Crowley said. "We told you not to go out without us for a reason."

"I know. I was just hungry. I wasn't going to be out that long."

"Okay. But next time, call one of us or have someone go pick something up for you. I know it seems unfair, but we're just trying to keep you safe."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Crowley kissed him, then Dean. Castiel climbed under the blankets as they went to shower. Normally, he would have joined them, but he didn't have it in him this time. He still felt guilty and if they weren't going to punish him he'd punish himself.

~*~

Castiel stayed in the house for the next few weeks. Every day Dean would call and ask if he wanted to go out for lunch but Castiel always turned him down. He eventually stopped asking, but he stopped by once a week with burgers.

One day, he didn't come in. He called and told Castiel that they were too busy and he couldn't leave. Castiel ensured him that it was okay, but his stomach was growling when he hung up. He looked through the cabinets and refrigerator, and ate a few small things, but nothing that diminished his hunger.

He bit his lip and walked out of the house.

The diner was fairly empty when he arrived so his order came quickly. He took the bag and left, hurrying back to towards the house before Dean or Crowley got home.

He didn't hear anyone following him until it was too late.

~*~

Dean rushed into the house, dropping his things by the door. He hated that he'd missed his lunch with Castiel and wanted to take him out.

"Cas!" He called, walking into the library. When he didn't find him there. He went up to their bedroom, then the garden, then the kitchen. When he didn't find him anywhere, he called Crowley.

"Is Cas with you?"

"No. What's wrong?"

"He's not here. I couldn't make it for lunch and now he's not here."

"Dean, relax. He has to be somewhere. He probably went out to get something to eat again. He'll be fine."

Dean was pacing on the porch when Crowley got home at seven. When he noticed the other Alpha he started babbling.

"He's still not here. No one's seen him since lunchtime. He's just gone, Crowley. Where could he be?"

"Stop." Crowley put his hands on Dean's arms to cease his movements. "Calm down. We'll find him."

They went to all of the fast food restaurants in town first, but no one remembered seeing Castiel. They stopped by the bars next, but had no luck. They were driving around, hoping to seeing him somewhere, when Dean told Crowley to stop.

"There's a diner," He pointed out. Crowley pulled into the parking lot and they went inside.

"Yeah, I saw him," The cashier said. "He ordered and burger to go and ran out."

"Was he with anyone? Did anyone follow him or...?"

"No, he was alone. I don't think anyone followed him. An Alpha left a few minutes after he did though." Dean looked at Crowley, terrified. Crowley squeezed his hand and turned back to the cashier.

"Do you know who it was?"

~*~

Castiel woke up bound naked to a bed by all four of his limbs. He tried to scream, but he was gagged.

"Hush now, Omega." A voice said from the shadows. Castiel whimpered behind the gag as the man came closer. He struggled against the ropes as the man touched him, earning a slap to the face.

"Don't struggle. You're mine!" The man hissed. Castiel shook his head, showing the Mating claims on either side of his neck. "You think those mean anything?"

Castiel screamed around the gag as the man laid down on top of him. He fought against the ropes until he bled, but his struggle did nothing to stop the Alpha on top of him. When he was done, the Alpha climbed off of him, ignoring the blood and tears on Castiel's skin. He retrieved a syringe from the desk across the room and stuck the needle in Castiel's neck.

"You're going to make me so happy, aren't you?" The man asked, before leaving Castiel alone.

~*~

"We can't just go home!" Dean said. "He's out here somewhere. We have to find him."

"You think I don't know that? I love him, too, Dean, but there's no trace of him anywhere! There's no way to tell where he is. It's not like we can track his footprints or something. We need to go home and start from–What are you doing?"

"We can track his scent!" Dean said, tossing his shirt to Crowley and undoing his belt.

"At least strip somewhere where no one can see you," Crowley muttered, gathering Dean's clothes and putting him in the car. When he turned, there was a wolf standinf in Dean's place. "Lead the way then."

Dean spent the rest of the night and most of the next morning with his nose to the ground. Crowley was about to tell him morph back and go to the police when Dean took off running. Crowley found him trying to take a door down with his body. Crowley aided him and they broke the door quickly. Dean took off up the stairs and Crowley ran after him.

Dean had knocked down a man and was snarling in his face. He looked at Crowley, then jerked his head in the direction of the closest to them. Crowley tried the knob then, finding it locked, slammed his shoulder against it until he forced it open.

"He's here," Crowley yelled, running to Castiel's side. He could here the other man screaming as he undid the ropes and tried to wake Castiel up.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked, stumbling into the room, covered in blood.

"He's breathing," Crowley answered. "But he won't wake up and he's so cold."

"Call 911."

~*~

Crowley rested his hand on Dean's knee to keep it from bouncing. They both stood up when a doctor came toward them.

"Castiel is fine," He said. "He has some bad lacerations and deep cuts from the ropes. His attacker injected him multiple times with some sort of knockoff medication meant to start a Heat, but it failed to work and we're giving him something that will flush it out of his system. He was raped multiple times."

Dean lowered himself back into his seat and put his face in his hands. Crowley carded his fingers through his hair.

"Is there anything else?" The doctor shook his head.

"No. You go into the room with him now."

~*~

Castiel felt heavy when he woke up. He knew instantly that he was no longer in the same room that he had been. It smelled sterile, he heard beeping. He turned his head and saw cabinets on one side of the room. Dean and Crowley were on the other.

Dean's legs were stretched out along a few chairs with his head in Crowley's lap. Crowley was running his fingers through Dean's hair, staring out the window.

"Crowley," Castiel croaked. The other man startled at his name, then jumped up when he saw that Castiel was awake, ignoring Dean's groan of being woken up. He got over it when he saw that Castiel was awake.

"I'm so sorry," Castiel said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, Castiel," He whispered, looking down at his Omega's bruised and cut face. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"If I hadn't left the house again–"

"Shh," Dean said. "It's all over now. You're going to be alright."

"I love you," He whispered. "Both of you."

"We love you, too," Crowley murmured, kissing his forehead. "Now, get some rest."

Dean kissed him, too, then moved his chair so that he could stay beside the bed. Crowley sat next to him and laid a hand on his leg.

They're quiet talking was the last thing that Castiel before he drifted back to sleep.

~*~

"Yountwo can't keep your hands off of each other for five minutes, can you?" Castiel asked, leaning against the doorway. Dean and Crowley were tangled together on their bed, making out like teenagers.

"Should we?" Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I think it's hot," He responded, joining them on the bed. Dean moved to kiss Castiel then shifted kiss his belly.

A few days after Dean and Crowley had rescued him, the doctors informed Castiel that he was pregnant. The Omega had been terrified that the baby belonged to the man that had kidnapped him, but was relieved to discover that he was almost three months along.

"Well that explains your craving for burgers," Dean had joked.

Castiel was almost seven months pregnant now. Dean and Crowley both loved showering him with affection, covering his stomach in kisses, or surprising him with things for the baby.

"Whose do you think he is?" Castiel asked. Dean looked up at him, then glanced at Crowley.

"I don't think it matters. We're all together, we're all going to love him."

"He's right," Crowley said. "All that matters is that both you and he are alright."

"We are."

They all kissed good night and curled up together. With both of his Alphas' arms around him and his baby fluttering in his belly, he knew everything was going to be alright.

AU based off of this post. Castiel woke up to loud, sharp knocks on the door of his apartment. He sighed and climbed out of bed, grabbing his robe from his desk chair before walking into the main room. He knew who was standing in the hall before he looked through the peephole. Only one person came to his door this late. Dean Winchester stood in front of him, a slow smirk making its way into his face when the door opened. "Surprised to see me?" He asked, leaning against the door frame. "Dean," Castiel said, stepping back into the apartment, not surprised at all. "Come in." Dean followed him inside, kicking the door shut behind him before grabbing Castiel and backing him into a wall. Castiel moaned against his mouth, sliding his hands under his shirt and tugging it over his head. Dean undid the tie of his robe and pushed it to the floor, running his hands over Castiel's bare shoulders and down his back. Castiel tugged Dean to his bedroom by his belt buckle, then undid it and pulled it free from the belt loops of his jeans. Dean pushed him back onto the mattress and climbed on top of him, pressing their mouths back together, grinding his hips down against Castiel's. "Take your pants off," Castiel panted, when the kiss broke. Dean sat back on his heels and undd his fly before kicking the denim to the floor and laying with Castiel again. The kiss was slower this time, and Castiel melted into it, carding his fingers through Dean's hair. Castiel loved and hated nights like this. Dean was everything that he could wish for–affectionate, kind, handsome–but he was only those things when he was drunk and lonely. Castiel ignored the taste of whiskey on his tongue as they moved together. He focused instead on the feeling of Dean all around him, inside and out. Dean rolled onto his back, panting up at the ceiling with a dazed look on his face. "That was the last time," He said. "That's what you said last time," Castiel responded sitting up. He tried to ignore the aching in his chest as he pushed a hand through his hair and got out of bed. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of underwear and a t-shirt. "I'm serious. We're not doing this again." "Sure." Castiel walked into the bathroom to take a shower, closing the door behind him. Dean was gone when he came back into the bedroom. ~*~ Dean knocked on Castiel's door, hating himself for being there. He had stayed away for several months, but he always ended up back here. A few minutes later, Castiel stood in front of him in a black button down. "Dean, what are you doing here?" "I'm here for you," Dean said, coming forward, reaching out for Castiel. Cas stepped away. "You need to leave," He said, looking away from Dean. "Come on, Cas. I know you want me. You always want me." "I said leave, Dean." "Castiel." Dean looked into the apartment when a new voice joined the mix. There was man in the doorway of Castiel's bedroom. Castiel looked back at him as he came closer. "What's going on?" The man asked, wrapping his arm around him, sizing Dean up, despite being a head shorter than him. "Nothing. He's leaving. You can go back to bed, I'll be there in a moment." "Alright." The guy kissed Castiel's cheek and gave Dean one last glare before walking back down the hall. "Who was that?" Dean asked, when the guy had closed Castiel's bedroom door. Castiel shook his head. "Good night, Dean," He said, quietly, before closing the door and leaving him alone in the hall. ~*~ "Have you heard anything about Cas dating anyone?" Sam looked up from the papers he had spread out when Dean spoke. He tilted his head a little, then nodded. "Yeah, he was talking about it the other day. He's been seeing this guy for a few weeks. He seems happy." He went back to his work. "I'm just glad he's done with that dick he was seeing before." "He was seeing someone?" "I'm using that term loosely. Apparently there was this guy that only wanted him for sex, it made him feel pretty bad because he really like the guy. I'm glad he moved on." "Yeah," Dean mumbled, guilt bubbling up inside of his belly. "You know anything else about this new dude?" "Not really. But Cas said he was bringing him to Charlie's party this Saturday." "Awesome." ~*~ Dean watched from across the room as everyone flocked around Castiel and his new boyfriend, Crowley. Castiel hadn't acknowledged him once all night, too wrapped up in his date to notice. The way he looked at Crowley, like he was the reason for the sun and moon and everything else, made Dean feel a little sick. Had Castiel ever looked at him like that? Why hadn't he told Dean how he felt before? Why did he keep opening his door to Dean if he was hurting him? Crowley whispered something in Castiel's ear, which he nodded to. He kissed Castiel's cheek before letting him go for the first time all night and walking towards the bathroom. Castiel made his way to the drink cart near where Dean was standing. "He seems nice," Dean said, after a moment. Castiel nodded. "He is." "I didn't know you were seeing anyone." "I got tired of being your booty call. One that you obviously didn't care for." "That's not true." "Really? Because I wasted two years hoping that you would come to me without being drunk or that you would want to do something with me other than leave me naked in my bed after yo got what you wanted." Castiel looked down at his drink and took a deep breath. "I've finally found someone that want to stay. I'm not going to let my past with you ruin that." Dean tried to think of something to say as Castiel walked away. He looked away as Crowley returned and Castiel pulled him closer. A few minutes later they were walking out of the house together, headed home. I'm sorry, Dean thought, as he watched Crowley help Castiel with his coat. I’m happy for you.

The door closed behind them.

I wish it was me.

Anon asked: Crowdestiel: young homeless Dean pan handles on the corner of where Cas works. Cas always gives him change on his way to his car. Crowley comes to bring his husband Cas lunch one day and sees Dean beat up, he feels awful and gives him the food. Later they hear the boy was stabbed, they take it upon themselves to give him a place to live and they fall in love with the lovable and very affection starved Dean.

Castiel smiled when he walked out of the library and heard the familiar strum of a guitar. For the past few weeks there had been a kid playing on the corner where Castiel parked and the older man had grown quiet fond of him. "Hey, Cas," Dean said, after Castiel dropped the money that was in his pocket into Dean's guitar case. "How are you, Dean?" Dean shrugged. There was no real answer to that question. "Make sure you get something to eat tonight, okay? And find a safe place to sleep." "Sure thing. See you around." Castiel wanted to reach out to him. He wanted to bundle him up and take him home, but he couldn't do that. "Take care of yourself, Dean," Castiel said before walking to his car. Castiel’s guilt about leaving Dean on the street eased when he heard music coming from inside his apartment. Crowley sat behind his piano in the main room, his fingers moving expertly over the keys. "You're home early," Castiel said, wrapping his arms around his husbands shoulders. He loved it when Crowley beat him home. Sitting around alone waiting for him to arrive was the least favorite part of Castiel’s day. "I am." Crowley turned in seat so that Castiel could settle on his lap. Castiel slid his fingers into his dark hair as they kissed. "Go change," Crowley said, nuzzling Castiel's neck. "We'll go out." Castiel captured Crowley's lips again, making sure to nip at the lower one in the way he knew got Crowley going. "Let's stay in." Crowley laughed and squeezed Castiel's hips, more than happy to follow his lead. Hours later, Castiel was settled on the couch with a glass of wine, watching a thunder storm light up the skyline. "What are thinking about?" Crowley asked, sitting down behind him. Castiel leaned back into his arms. "I'm worried about Dean." Crowley sighed. Castiel had told him all about the boy on the street. Castiel had a huge heart and seeing someone so young in need hurt him deeply. "I'm sure he's fine. It storms almost every other night here." "I know. He's just so young. And he’s all alone." Crowley kissed the back Castiel's neck lightly and wrapped his arms tighter around him. "I love you." "I love you, too." Castiel laced his fingers through Crowley's and closed his eyes, allowing his familiar smell of whiskey and smoke comfort him. ~*~ Crowley got out of his car in front of the library, balancing drinks and a takeout bag from his and Castiel’s favorite resturant in his hands. He kicked the door shut and took a moment to readjust what was in his hands. It wasn't often that he had a free lunch hour to spend with Castiel, so when the opportunity arose, he jumped on it. The strumming of a guitar caught his attention as he walked. He turned to see the boy that his husband was so adamant about taking care of. He was looking down at his fingers as he played, but he looked up when a passerby dropped a handful of change into the case in front of him. There were terrible bruises on his eye and jaw that gave the impression that there were more hidden under his clothes. He looked pale under the grime that cover his skin and like he hadn't eaten anything substantial in weeks. Crowley placed the food beside him and walked away before he could say anything. When he glanced over his shoulder, Dean was peeking hesitantly into the bag. He smiled a little, despite himself, and went inside to find Castiel. "What are you doing here?" Cas asked, when Crowley found him putting books back on their shelves. "I came to take a handsome man to lunch. Will you help me find one?" "Funny." Castiel put the last book on the shelf and turned to kiss Crowley. "Let's go." When they walked by Dean's corner again, he was huddled into the decorative crevasse of the wall, devouring the food at an alarming rate. Castiel recognized the takeout bags and spent the rest of the afternoon giving Crowley soppy looks over their table. ~*~ In the following weeks, Castiel continued to give Dean everything that he had in his pockets at the end of the day and Crowley would occasionally bring him food or drop is own contribution when he went to see Castiel. One morning, Crowley found Castiel crying by the phone. "What's wrong?" He asked, immediately going to his side. "Dean was stabbed last night. They didn't find him until this morning. He's in the hospital." Crowley held him as he cried, feeling the ache in his own heart. Dean was young and gentle, from all he had seen. He didn't deserve to be hurt. "Can we go see him?" Castiel asked against Crowley's chest. "Of course, darling. We'll go this afternoon." The day passed in a slow haze. Everyone in the library knew Dean, most of them went to listen to him play his guitar on their breaks. When Castiel mentioned that he and Crowley were going to see him that afternoon, everyone threw some money in to put in a get well card. When Crowley picked Castiel up that evening they went straight to the hospital. Neither of them knew Dean's last name, but it turned out not to matter. The nurse on duty knew who they were talking about right away and pointed them to his room. Dean was awake, looking at the little TV on the wall. He smiled a little when he saw who was visiting. "I'm okay," He promised, when Castiel started to cry over him again. "It's just a scratch." "Right," Cas said, wiping his eyes on his coat. He took a seat next to the bed. "What happened?" "Some guy tried to take my guitar case. I wouldn't hand it over, so he stabbed me in the stomach. He ran off when he saw what he did, so I was able to put my stuff in a safe place. Speaking of," He reached out toward a pile of stuff on a nearby counter, wincing a little. He handed Castiel a set of keys. "Could you make sure my car doesn't get towed until I get out?" "Car?" "I inherited it," Dean said, looking a little uncomfortable. "It's where I sleep. Please take care of her. She's on 36th street right now. Black Impala." Castiel nodded and tucked the keys into his coat. "Don't worry about a thing," He said, taking Dean's hand. They all talked for a little while and Castiel gave Dean the card. It was good to see him smile, even though he didn't think that he deserved the money tucked inside and tried to convince Castiel to give it back. "We'll be back tomorrow," Castiel said, when visiting hours were over. "Get well soon." When they left the hospital they went straight to 36th to pick up Dean’s car. Crowley let out a low whistle when he saw it. “What?” “This is a 1967 Impala. I’ve seen them sell for over $40,000.” “Then you’d better be careful,” Castiel said, pressing the keys into his hand. They parked it in the garage of their apartment building, right beside theirs. ~*~ The couple visited Dean everyday. When the time came for him to check out, Castiel insisted that Dean move in with them. "We can't just let him go back on the street," He insisted. "We have the room and I can get him a job at the library when he’s healed enough." When Crowley saw that arguing would get him nowhere, he agreed. Dean was more reluctant. He didn't want to impose on them and he said that he could take care of himself, but Castiel wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. "At least until you get back on your feet," He insisted. "We can keep an eye on you." After a week of back and forth, Dean relented. He let Castiel help him into the back seat of his Audi and then into the apartment. "That's our room," He said, pointing at the door. "And this is yours." He opened the door to the guest bedroom and led Dean inside. His guitar case and bag were sitting at the foot of the bed. "I'll let you get settled in," Cas said, stepping back into the hall. "I'm really glad that you agreed to come and stay, Dean." He pulled the door shut, leaving Dean alone. Dean opened his guitar case and counted the few bills and the pile if coins stashed there, more out of habit than necessity, then opened his duffle. He took out a fresh set of clothes and walked to the adjoined guest bath. It had been a long time since Dean had a hot shower. He stayed under the spray until it grew cold, just basking it. The towels were soft against his skin, so unlike the scratchy fabric he had bought cheap at a Salvation Army months ago. Once he was dressed, he went back to the bedroom and threw himself on the mattress. He hadn't slept in an actual bed in two years and the one that he was laying on was the softest thing he had ever felt. He meant to force himself up when he heard Castiel bumping around in the kitchen, but the bed was so soft and he was so warm and comfortable. The last thing he heard before drifting to sleep was Castiel singing a Beatles song. ~*~ Dean woke up early the next morning, feeling better than he had in a long time, despite the ache in the stomach. He got out of bed and went to into the kitchen. His orange bottle of pain medication was sitting on the counter, holding down a note. Hope you slept well. Help yourself to anything in the fridge -- C Dean took his medicine with a bottle of water he found in the refrigerator. He took stock of the sparse items in the fridge and went back down the hall. The door to Castiel and Crowley's room was open a crack and he see them sleeping with their limbs tangled together. Dean went back to his room and got his money out of his guitar case. He put his boots on and slipped quietly out the door. ~*~ Castiel woke up to the smell of sausage frying. He smiled a little and stretched his arms out, accidentally hitting Crowley in the face. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were making breakfast!" He said, his hand fluttering over his husband's face, looking for any sign of injury. "I'm fine," Crowley said, catching his wrist and kissing him. "Good morning." "Morning." They kissed again and Castiel brushed their noses together before climbing out of bed. He squeaked adorably when Crowley grabbed his butt as he passed by him. Dean was moving around in the kitchen, checking pans on the stove. He smiled when he saw Castiel. "What are you doing?" Dean shrugged. "Making breakfast." "Dean, you didn't have to–" "I'm fine, Cas. Get a plate." Castiel wanted to argue, but he did as he was told. He wanted Dean to feel comfortable, and if this helped, then he could make breakfast every morning. Crowley joined them a few minutes later, foregoing breakfast for a cup of black coffee. He kissed Castiel's cheek when he passed by him and went down the hall to his home office. "He skip breakfast often?" Dean asked, filling Castiel's plate. "We usually don't have time," Castiel answered. He took a bite of the eggs and sausage that Dean had prepared for them. "This is really good." "Glad you like it." Dean fixed his own plate and sat down beside Castiel at the counter. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah. It's been a while since I had a real roof over my head." "I'm glad that you agreed to stay with us," Castiel said, taking Dean's hand. "I wouldn't have been to live with myself if you hadn't." "Thanks for having me. You guys really didn't have to." "We wanted to." He squeezed Dean's fingers before letting go of him and really tucking into his food. When he finished, he put his plate in the dishwasher and went to get ready for work. "Make yourself at home," Castiel told Dean, when he came back out of the bedroom fully dressed. "Crowley will be here most of the morning and I'll be back around five. I left our numbers on the fridge if you need anything." "Thanks, Mom." Castiel gave him a look and went to kiss Crowley goodbye. "I'll see you tonight!" He called as he walked out of the apartment. The morning was quiet. Dean only saw Crowley once when the man came out of his office and asked if he needed anything. “I’m okay,” Dean said. “I’m just bored.” “I’m sorry about that. I’m heading to the office. Will you be okay on your own?” "I've been on my own for over a year and I've done okay," Dean muttered, grumpily. He flinched a little when Crowley laid a hand on his shoulder. "Call if you need anything." Dean nodded. Crowley squeezed his shoulder then left. Dean's sigh echoed in the empty apartment. He figured out how to work the television remote and flipped through the channels until he found something watchable. He settled down on the couch and before he knew it, he was drifting to sleep. He woke up screaming, thrashing, and crying. There were arms around him, holding him down, and a calm voice was whispering in his ear. "It's okay, Dean. You're safe. It's alright." "Cas?" Dean whimpered, relaxing a little. "It's me. You're okay, Dean," Castiel repeated. He whispered it in Dean's ear over and over until he calmed down completely. He buried his face in Castiel's neck while the older man ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry," Dean said after a long while. "It's not your fault that you had a bad dream. Do you want to talk about it?" "It was the fire," Dean said, sitting back and wiping his eyes. "It's always the fire." "What fire?" Dean closed his eyes and his his face in his hands. "I had just turned eighteen, my parents took all the extra money we had and paid for me to go to this amazing music camp out of state. It lasted a week and they let me drive myself. When I came home," Dean took a shuttering breath. "When I came home, the house was on fire. My whole family was gone." "Oh, Dean," Castiel whispered, rubbing his back. "I've been on my own ever since. I didn't have anything left of them except for the stuff I took to the camp with me. My car is worth a lot of money, but I can't sell her." "I understand," Castiel said, softly. "I'm so sorry that you lost your family that way." "I didn't even get to say goodbye," Dean said, tears running down his face again. Castiel hugged him again and Dean melted in to it. It had been so long since he'd been held, since someone had actually talked to him like he was a person. Castiel and Crowley were giving him so much. He wished he knew how to repay them. Castiel sat with him for the rest of the afternoon, just holding him. He didn't try to make Dean talk about his family or his life. He just let him cry and be silent. He heard the door open when Crowley came in, and could sense that they were having a silent conversation. He was about to move away from Castiel when his arms tightened around him. "We can stay here all night," Castiel told him. Dean nodded and leaned into him again. "Thank you." ~*~ It didn't take long for Dean get back on his feet. He was starting to go stir crazy in the apartment and was more than ready to get out. Castiel talked to the head librarian and got Dean a job helping putting books back on the shelves. "Thanks again for this," Dean said, as Castiel showed him how to read the labels and put the books where they belonged. "It was nothing. Come find me if you need anything." Dean nodded and Castiel left him to it. Multiple people came up to Dean during the day to ask how he was doing and to tell him how glad they were that he was okay. He was surprised how many people actually knew who he was. Castiel found him around noon and invited him to lunch with him and Crowley. They went to a nice place in town that made Dean feel self-conscious about his hole filled jeans and tattered boots. "So, how did you guys meet?" Dean asked after their food arrived. Castiel's smile faltered a little. "We met at some party my parents hosted," He said. "We started seeing each other a few weeks later." "What'd they think of that?" "Not much, I guess, since they disowned me." "Oh. I'm sorry." "It's okay. You didn't know," Castiel said. He took Crowley's hand and smiled. "Besides, I'm happier here than in would have been wherever they would have sent me." Dean looked away politely as Castiel kissed Crowley. The rest of their meal was spent in silence. Crowley walked them back to the library, then called a cab to take him back up town. Dean and Castiel went back to their separate jobs for the rest of the afternoon. ~*~ Dean looked up when the door opened and Crowley walked in. "Cas had to stay late to finish inventory," Dean told him, returning his attention to the vegetables he was chopping. All of the knives in the apartment were dull, but Dean couldn't find anything to sharpen them with. "Alright." Dean glanced up again and was immediately distracted by Crowley removing his jacket and loosened his tie. His eyes travelled down the newly exposed skin of throat following the path his fingers made as he undid the first few buttons on his shirt. "Shit!" Dean dropped the knife and stepped away from the counter, blood welling up on his palm from where the knife had slipped. He turned to the sink and rinsed the cut off. "Are you alright?" "Yeah. Do you have any bandaides?" "Just a moment." Crowley disapeared into his and Castiel's bedroom, then came back with the Band-Aids and a tube or antiseptic. "Give me your hand." Dean laid his hand palm  up in Crowley's and watched as he cleaned the cut and carefully placed the bandage over it. Dean jumped a little when he kissed right above the fabric. "Sorry," Crowley said, dropping his hand and stepping back. "I'm just used to Castiel hurting himself in here." "It's okay," Dean said. Crowley shook his head. "I have some work I need to finish," He said, turning away and walking down the hall. Dean went back to what he was doing, him hand still tingling. ~*~ "I wish you would come out with us." Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Cas, it's fine. Go." Crowley had announced a few weeks before that his law firm was holding a charity event. Castiel and Crowley had been talking about it ever since. Dean couldn't help but feel awkward. They were so different from him and it made him feel inadequate. When Castiel started talking about getting Dean fitted for a tux, the younger man refused. He already owed them so much, he didn't want to add anything else to the list. "Are you sure?" "Go!" "Fine. We'll be back in a few hours." Castiel kissed his cheek and left the room. Dean went out into the living room and watched as Crowley clucked his tongue and reached for Cas's tie. "I swear, you're hopeless," He murmured. Castiel smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "Let's go. Bye, Dean." "Have fun." When they were gone, Dean stood lamely in the living room, unsure of what to do. He had already looked through most of the apartment while he was stuck inside inside all day. The only room he hadn't been in was Castiel and Crowley's bedroom. He hesitated then pushed the door open. He wouldn't go through their drawers or anything like that, he'd just look around. The room was neat, organized. Dean hadn't expected any less. The walls were white like the rest of the apartment and the bedding and carpet were light grey. There was a bookshelf on the far wall and Dean walked over to look at the titles. There were a lot of classics there, and collections of stories that they sold in book stores. There were also several leather bound books with no titles on the spines. Dean pulled one out out of curiosity and found that it was a photo album. He sat on the bed and opened it to the first page. A black and white picture of a much younger couple smiled up him. The next picture was of them kissing.

Dean flipped through the pages until he got to one of them dressed in suits in front of a court house. They looked so happy and proud, newly married and ready to start a life together.

There were several pictures of them on a beach, which Dean assumed was from their honeymoon. Some more of them in a motel room, tangled in sheets or kissing, some looked like one of them forgot they were holding the camera and captured odd angles of the room.

The next album had shots of a crumbling apartment building, pictures of Castiel in over sweatshirts and glasses reading at the kitchen counter. Of Crowley in ill fitting suits. Then several sheets of paper, stating that Crowley was signed as a partner at a law firm, the ownership papers of the apartment they lived in now. Anything that they marked as important was in there.

Dean's breath caught when he flipped to the last page and saw a picture of himself, guitar in his lap, strumming along while Crowley played the piano.

He closed the album and put it back where it belonged before he left the room. ~*~ "Are you sure that you don't want to come with me?" Crowley asked, pulling Castiel against his chest. Castiel smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck. "You know I hate leaving you alone." "I have to work. Besides, I won't be alone. Dean's here."

"I'll be home Friday," Crowley said, kissing him. "I'll call you when my plane lands."

Castiel kissed him again, carding ing fingers through his hair. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Crowley left the apartment and Castiel watched from the window as he got into his cab. He waved when Crowley looked up, then turned away to get ready for work.

~~

Dean wandered down the hall, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge.

When he turned around, he saw Castiel sitting on the couch with television on so low that Dean didn't even notice it.

"Hey," He said, sitting down beside him. "What are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep when Crowley's away. The bed feels too big."

"Oh." They were quiet for a while. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why are you guys doing all of this for me?"

"No deserves to be on the street."

"If that was it you would have given me some cash. You gave me money every day, Crowley fed me more than once, you visited me the hospital every day, then let me move in here. Why? I'm a complete stranger."

Castiel looked at him for a long time, opening his mouth then closing it again. Finally, he shook his head.

"I don't know. There was just something about you."

Dean touched his face without thinking. Castiel leaned into the touch and Dean leaned forward to press their lips together. The kiss only lasted for a moment before Castiel pulled away.

"I  can't, Dean," He whispered. "If things were different –"

"It's okay." Castiel squeezed his hand before he stood up.

"I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Dean watched Castiel walk down the hall, then dropped his head into his hands. What was he doing?

~*~

When his trip was over, Castiel picked Crowley up from the airport. His husband smiled widely when he saw him and it made his chest ache. Crowley wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly before kissing him.

"I missed you," He murmured.

"I missed you, too," Castiel said, then tugged his hand. "Come on. Let's go home."

On the drive back, Crowley told Castiel about his trip. Castiel smiled and nodded but he wasn't really listening. After he parked in the garage, he placed a hand on Crowley's arm to stop him from getting out of the car.

"What's wrong?" Crowley asked, sensing his distress.

"I kissed Dean. Or, Dean kissed me and I didn't stop him. I'm so sorry, Crowley. I don't know why I feel this way. I never want to feel this way for anyone that isn't you, but I –"

"Castiel, breathe," Crowley said, soothingly. "You have feelings for Dean?"

"Yes. I'm sorry–"

"Would you stop apologizing. Do you remember Alfie?"

"Of course I do."

They had met Alfie while they were vacationing in New York years before. There had been an obvious attraction between the three of them, but nothing had happened. Castiel and Crowley's relationship and marriage had still been so new that they hadn't wanted to risk anything. A few weeks after they returned home, Crowley had brought up the way he felt, prepared for Castiel to be angry, only to find out that he felt the same way.

"We promised each other if we ever felt that way again, we would talk about it and decide what to do. Castiel, I wouldn't have let anyone into our home that I didn't think belonged there, and I most definitely would not have left you alone with someone I didn't trust."

"You have feelings for him, too?"

"I do." Castiel smiled, despite the tears in his eyes, and Crowley wiped them away. "I love you more than anything in this world. If you want this, then we'll find a way to make it work."

"We have to talk to Dean first," Castiel said. "We have to make sure that he wants it, too. Really wants it. We're all he has now, we can't take advantage of him."

"Alright.”

Castiel stopped him again and kissed him, long and lingering, holding his face in both of his hands.

“I love you so much,” He told him.

“I love you, too.”

They held hands as they walked to apartment. Dean was standing in the living room, waiting, his duffle bag and guitar case were in his hands.

“What are you doing?” Castiel asked, his heart dropping when he saw them. Dean shifted a little uncomfortable.

“What happened the other day was out of line. I shouldn’t have done it and I can’t stay here. It’s not fair to any of us.”

“Dean–”

“No, Cas. I’ve saved up a little money. I can afford a cheap place. I’ll be oka–”

“We both want this,” Castiel interrupted, quickly.

“What?”

“Crowley and I both have feelings for you. We both want you here,” Castiel let go of Crowley’s hand and walked across the room to stand in front of Dean. “We want to be with you. If you don’t want that–if you still want to go–we won’t make you stay, but you have a home here, if you want it.”

“The three of us?” Dean asked, looking between Castiel and Crowley. “But you’re married.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Crowley said, coming to stand behind Castiel. “If you want to be with us, we’ll make it work.”

“I do. I–” Dean’s voice choked. “I finally feel safe again. You two make me feel like I matter, like I’m a real person. I want to be here.”

Castiel wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightly. Dean hugged him back, hiding his face in his neck to hide the tears on his cheeks.

~*~

It took them awhile to figure everything out.

It took Dean a few weeks to feel comfortable sharing a bed with both of them without feeling like he was intruding. It took over a year for them to have sex, though once they started, they didn’t stop.

When the local press caught wind of their relationship, it caused a bit of a stir. Crowley was a popular man around the city and everyone finding out that he was in a polyamorous relationship had everyone talking. When the three of them went to events together, whispers and camera flashes followed them everywhere, but they didn’t care.

For the first time since the night his life ended, Dean finally felt like he was alive again.

Everything Has Changed (Chapter 4)

Castiel spent a few days at Gabriel's trying to come up with a way to explain how he felt. How could he possibly say "I love you, but I love him more," in a way that didn't sound so horrible? Eventually he knew that he had no choice but to go home and talk to Dean and Crowley. His day went by too fast and by the time he pulled up for his house, he still didn't know what to say. Dean was in the kitchen, heating something on the stove. He gave Castiel a little smile when he saw him standing in the doorway. "Hey." "Hey," Castiel said, shifting a little, then tilting his head toward the living room. "Can we talk?" "Of course." Dean turned the stove off and followed him into the living room. They sat down on the couch beside each other. They were quiet for a long time before Dean spoke. "You're choosing him, aren't you?" He asked, softly, looking at his hands. "I'm sorry," Castiel said, taking his hand. "I love him, Dean." "What about us?"' Dean asked before he could stop himself. "Did you ever even love me?" "Of course I did. I've loved you since I was fourteen years old. I thought that you were the love of my life. But people change, I've changed. I'm not the same guy that loved to go on surprise roadtrips or stay out all night. I love you, Dean, I'm just not in love with you anymore." "And what is it about him that's so special?" Dean asked, pulling his hand away. He didn't mean to sound so cold, but he was hurt and angry. "We're just better together, Dean. I'm ready to settle down and start a family. He is, too." "I could do that," Dean said. "We were talking about having kids before I went missing." "But did you really want that?" Castiel asked. "You don't like staying still, Dean. You like weekend trips out of state and doing all of these crazy things, but you can't do that with kids." Dean didn't say anything. Castiel was right, he wasn't ready to settle down completely yet. He still had so much that he wanted to do and see. He hadn't thought of that when Castiel brought up having kids. He was just so eager to please Castiel that he would have given him anything, even if he wasn't sure what he wanted. "If I hadn't gone missing, do you think things would have been different?" "I don't know," Castiel answered. "I loved you so much, but we were having problems, Dean. We were fighting, we wanted different things. Maybe we could have fixed things or maybe we were just high school sweethearts that were trying to hang on to their first loves and would have ended up here no matter what." "You're right. Sometimes after we fought, I used to think that the only reason we were still together was because everyone expected us to be." "I did, too. But we always worked things out and we were happy. But after you disappeared, after I started dating Crowley, I realized that being happy sometimes didn't mean that we belonged together." Dean nodded. "All I want is for you to be happy. If he's what you need, I'll do whatever I have to make sure that you are." Castiel wrapped his arms around his waist. "Thank you, Dean," He said. "I'm so sorry that things turned out this way." "Me, too," Dean said, hugging him back. When the hug ended, he letmoutnamsad laugh. "I don't think I know how not to love you." "I know how you feel. But you'll meet someone and you'll see that you're not in love with me anymore either." "I doubt that." "Trust me," Castiel said. He kissed Dean's cheek and stood up. "I'll call you tomorrow and we'll decide how we're going to do this." "Okay. I'll be here." Castiel went to get some more clothes out of his room and grabbed a few other things he would need before driving across town to Crowley's apartment building. He took a deep breath and went inside, glad that Crowley hadn't asked for his key back. He did knock on the apartment door, just in case. Crowley opened the door and looked almost surprised to see Castiel there. Castiel felt tears starting to build up in his eyes when he saw him. "Do you still have the number for that divorce lawyer?" He asked, his cracking horribly. Crowley pulled him into the apartment and wrapped his arms tightly around Castiel's body. Castiel cried against his shoulder, sad that a huge part of his life was ending, but he knew that a bigger, better part was just beginning. The next morning, Castiel woke up alone in Crowley's bed. He called for him, unsure of what time it was. He hoped that he hadn't left for work yet. A few seconds later Crowley walked into the room holding two cups of coffee. He put them down on the side table and sat down beside Castiel. "Good morning" He said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "How are you feeling?" "I'm okay," Castiel said, laying his hand on Crowley's bearded cheek. "I'm glad you're still here." "I wasn't about to leave you alone after last night without making sure that you were okay." Castiel smiled and kissed him. It hadn't been that long since their last kiss, but it felt like it had been forever. Crowley kissed him back before pulling away and resting their foreheads together. "I love you, Castiel," He said quietly. "I love you, too. So much." They had breakfast together before they both left for work. Castiel told Crowley that he wanted to meet Dean for lunch to talk about the divorce and what they both wanted to do. "Do you want me to go with you?" Crowley asked. "I think that it would be better if it was just us. I don't want to make it more uncomfortable than its already going to be." "I understand. Call me if you need anything." "I will," Castiel kissed him. "I'll see you tonight." Dean and Castiel met for lunch at a small diner that they used to go to. Dean had grease on his shirt and jeans from where he'd started working in the garage again. When it became obvious that Dean wasn't coming home, Castiel had sold the garage to Benny. He was glad that Dean was getting back to work. "Do you want the house?" Castiel asked, picking at his fries. Crowley had been talking about finding a new place for months, dropping not so subtle hints that he wanted Castiel to move in with him but Castiel couldn't bring himself to sell the house. "I don't know if I'm going to hang around," Dean said, not looking up from his burger. "Please don't do that," Castiel said. "Don't leave again. Dean, the last few years have been hard for everyone, Sam especially. He needs you close." "But I can't be close to you. Not now," Dean said. "All I want are my things. I don't need anything else." "Okay," Castiel said, softly. "We can meet with the lawyers tomorrow if you want and just get it over with." "That's probably for the best," Dean agreed. Castiel nodded and pushed his plate away, his appetite gone completely. The divorce was quick and easy since they had nothing to fight over. Dean signed the house completely over to Castiel so that he could sell it if he wanted to. He got the items that he wanted packed up and in his car a few days later. "I wish you would stay," Sam said, leaning against the wall while Dean double checked that he had everything. He had just gotten his brother back, he wasn't ready to loose him again. "I'll be back sometime. I just need to move on before I can see Cas with someone else. I'll call you, though. I promise." "Make sure that you do." Sam hugged him. "Take care of yourself." "I will," Dean patted his back and stepped away. He waved one last time and left town again, unsure of what he was going to do next.

Everything Has Changed (Chapter 3)

Castiel left early the next morning, thankful that Crowley was also and an early riser and that Dean hadn’t woken up yet.

Crowley was already at their usual table when he arrived, looking over the paper and nursing a cup of coffee. He didn’t stand to kiss Castiel good morning like he typically did and it broke his heart.

“Good morning,” Castiel said, taking his seat across from him.

“Morning,” Crowley closed the paper and looked at him. “How are you?”

“I don’t know.” Castiel reached out and touched Crowley’s hand. “How are we?”

“Castiel,” Crowley started, pulling his hand away. Castiel felt his face fall and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Oh,” He said quietly, looking down at the table. Crowley sighed quietly.

“He’s your husband, Castiel.”

“So that’s it? I’m just supposed to forget the last two years and how much I love you and run back into his arms?” Castiel asked, not looking up at Crowley so that he wouldn't see the tears threating to fall from his eyes.

“That’s up to you,” Crowley said, “but until you decide what you want, we can’t be together. If you choose me, then I’ll help you find a divorce lawyer. If you choose Dean, we’ll forget everything.”

Castiel cringed at the word divorce. His parents had gone through a nasty divorce his Junior year, after which his mother moved to Europe with her boyfriend and he never heard from her again. He and Dean had promised to never do that to each other. But that was before Dean went missing and Castiel fell for someone else.

“I don’t know what I want,” He finally said. Crowley nodded.

“I didn’t expect you to.” He finished his coffee and glanced at the clock behind Castiel’s head. “I have to get work. I’ll talk to you soon?” Castiel nodded numbly. Crowley left without another word - he didn’t kiss Castiel goodbye.

Castiel felt the tears burning in his eyes and tried to hold them back as he walked out of the cafe. He called the library on his way home and feigned sick, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold it together all day. Dean was up and moving around when he came in, putting away the dishes that Castiel had left the night before, all of them freshly washed and dried.

“Hey,” He said, smiling brightly. “I wasn’t sure where you went, but I made pancakes. Chocolate chip.”

That was all Castiel could take. A few years ago, all Castiel would have wished for was to have his husband smiling at him in the kitchen and offering up his favorite breakfast. Of course, a few years ago Castiel hadn’t been madly in love with the person who had just broken his heart. The sob tore out of his chest before he could stop it.

In a flash, Dean’s arms were around him. Castiel buried his face in his t-shirt and cried, all the shock and hurt and love and pain that he had been trying to keep bottled up finally pouring out. Dean squeezed him tight and whispered comforting words in his ear, but it only made Castiel cry harder. When he finally calmed down, Dean pulled back a little and wiped his thumbs under Cas’s eyes. He didn’t ask if Castiel was okay, because he already knew the answer.

“Go lay down,” He said, softly. “It’ll help.”

Castiel nodded and went to his bedroom. He stripped out of his suit and pulled on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He stretched out and closed his eyes, trying to quiet his mind. He fell asleep wondering how he was ever supposed to choose between the two loves of his life.

He was shaken awake a few hours later. He cracked an eye open and saw Dean kneeling beside the bed.

“You won’t sleep tonight if you don’t get up,” He said, resisting the urge to run his fingers through Castiel sleep mussed hair. He looked away when Cas sat up and stretched, revealing a strip of skin on his stomach, causing his eyes to land on the picture on dresser. He stood and walked over to pick it up.

“You kept our wedding picture?” He asked quietly.

“Of course I did.” Castiel sounded mildly offended and Dean quickly started to back pedal.

“No, I mean, every other picture of me was in the guest bedroom - which I totally understand, by the way - but this one is still here.”

“I couldn’t bear to move it,” Castiel admitted. “It hurt to look at it, but it hurt worse not to.”

Dean looked down at the picture again, unsure of what to say. Castiel pulled himself out of bed and stood beside him, looking at their young, smiling faces.

“I can’t believe we didn’t try to dress up a little more,” He said, looking at faded black t-shirt and jeans that Dean was wearing in the picture and the similar clothes he had on.

“We were on a road trip. It was spur of the moment.” Castiel smiled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I was that day. I don’t know if I’ll ever be that happy again.”

Dean looked over at him at the same time that Castiel looked up. Unable to stop himself, he let his eyes flick down to look his lips before meeting his eyes again. He leaned down slowly and pressed their lips together.

Castiel was still for a moment before he started to kiss back. Dean put the picture down and wrapped his arms around Castiel’s waist. Cas’s arms wrapped around his neck as he allowed Dean to deepen the kiss. Dean stepped back and sat on the bed, pulling Castiel into his lap. He slipped his fingers under his shirt and rubbed his hand over the smooth skin of his back.

“I can’t,” Castiel whispered, pulling away. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Cas-”

“Can you please just give me a second alone?” Castiel asked, not looking at him. What was he thinking?

“Yeah. I’ll- Yeah,” Dean said lamely, standing up and leaving the room.

Dean sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. Why had he done that? Castiel had had a breakdown in their kitchen just a few hours ago and here he was trying to get into his pants. What was wrong with him. After a few long, silent minutes, he heard the bedroom door open and Castiel emerged.

“Cas, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s okay,” Castiel interupted. “I mean, it’s not okay, but it’s not not okay.”

Dean nodded, though he really wasn’t sure what he meant. He noticed the duffle bag on Castiel’s shoulder.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his stomach clenching at the thought of Castiel spending the night at Crowley’s. Cas tugged awkwardly at the strap.

“I’m going to stay with Gabriel for a few days,” He said. “I need time to process everything. And then I have to decide-” He stopped and shook his head. “I just need some time away from everything.”

“I understand.” Castiel needed to be alone to make his choice, not worrying about falling into bed with Dean or meeting up with Crowley.

Dean watched Castiel drive away from the living room window, feeling cold and empty. Why did this have to happen to them. They been so happy once, more in love than anyone else in the world. Why did Dean have to ruin everything by going to that stupid car show, then not coming back.

The sun was starting to set before moved away from the window. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. He had a feeling that he already knew who Castiel was going to choose.

~*~

Castiel stood under the warm spray of the shower, wishing that he could stay there forever. Unfortunately, the water gradually began to run colder and he had to shut it off.

He dried himself off and pulled on his favorite hoodie and sweat pants before climbing underneath the covers of Gabriel’s guest bed. A few minutes later his brother’s stocky frame landed on top of him. Castiel struggled to sit up under his weight.

“Gabriel! What the hell?”

“I didn’t invite you here so you could use up all my hot water and throw yourself a pity party.”

“You didn’t invite me at all,” Castiel mumbled.

“Exactly.” Castiel rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets back over his head. A moment later, Gabriel’s head appeared, too.

“Okay, tell me what’s wrong. I haven’t seen you this way since Dean went missing.”

“Dean’s home.” Gabriel’s eyes widened in shock.

“Since when?”

“Two nights ago.” Gabe stared at him for a long moment.

“I think that you should start from the beginning,” Gabriel said, climbing into the bed with him. “Tell me everything.”

Castiel did. Gabriel listened to every single detail of what Castiel told him and didn’t say anything when started crying again.

“I thought Dean was dead, Gabriel. I looked for him, I sent out missing persons bulletins, I put stuff out online, I did everything that I could think of to find him. After three years, I just knew that he wasn’t coming home. Then when I finally work up the courage to actually start a life with someone new, he just appears at the front door.” He turned on his side to look at Gabriel.

“I always thought that Dean would be it for me, you know? I thought that he was the love of my life and that we’d get married and have kids and be together forever. But I love Crowley now, too. He understands me in a way that Dean didn’t.”

“What do you mean? I thought that you and Dean were the perfect couple.” Cas sighed.

“Dean was my opposite, loud and outgoing and brave. He made me laugh all the time and what we had was passionate and deep and everything I ever wanted. But with Crowley it just so easy. I don’t have worry about him dragging to theme parks to go on terrifying rides or tossing my book in the floor while I’m reading in bed to initiate sex. We’re both just laid back people and I love that." Castiel rubbed a hand over his face. "Dean kissed me earlier and it didn't feel the same. I didn't anything. How could I go from being so in love with him for years to feeling nothing at all?"

"You fell in love with someone else," Gabriel said. "It happens, Castiel. It doesn't make you a bad person."

Castiel didn't respond. If that were true, then why did he feel like he was the worst person in the world.

"Do you know what you're going to do?" Gabriel asked.

"Yeah," He sniffled, feeling tears burning his eyes again. "I think I do."

Everything Has Changed (Chapter 2)

When Castiel came to, everyone was gathered around him, all looking concerned and shocked. His head was in Dean's lap.

"There he is," Dean murmured, running his fingers through his hair. "Are you okay?"

Castiel stared up at his husband, unsure of what to do. He sat up and shook his head, trying to clear it. How could this happen? After years of hoping and praying for Dean to come home to him, he finally moved on, then he shows up at their door? What kind of fucked up twist of fate was this? He lloked up, trying to find Crowley, but he was standing away from the others, not looking at him.

"Maybe we should go," Sam said, staring at his brother. "Dean and Cas have a lot to talk about."

Everyone agreed quietly and started to gather their things. Castiel stood to walk them to the door, but also to get away from Dean for a moment. He thanked everyone for coming as they left and caught Crowley's hand.

"Please don't go," He whispered. He was confused and worried about where this left them. Crowley tugged his hand away lightly.

"You two need to talk. Call me tomorrow."

"Okay." Crowley kissed his cheek before he walked out the door. Castiel closed it behind him and leaned against it. When he turned, Dean was watching him from the living room door way.

"You and Crowley, huh?"

"Dean–" Castiel started, but Dean held up a hand, smiling sadly.

"I get it. Should we sit or...?"

"Yeah."

They sat on the couch together, but it felt wrong so Castiel moved to the chair next to it. They used to be so natural and comfortable, but now it was just awkward.

"What happened?" Castiel finally asked. "Where have you been for the last five years?"

"Some guy at that car show asked me to take a look at an old Corvette he had. On my way home, I got into an accident."

"And what? You just forgot about our life together? You forgot everything that happened since we were sixteen?" Castiel demanded, feeling the familiar burning behind his eyelids.

"I forgot everything," Dean said. "I was in a coma for months, then when I woke up I didn't have any memory of who I was."

"Then what?" Castiel asked. He needed to know everything that had happened since the day that Dean went missing.

"I spent over a year in the hospital between the coma and the physical therapy. After I got out I found a job busing tables a diner, started dating a waitress. But it never felt right. Something was missing. Things started to come back to me slowly, like I would see something and remember a trip I took when I was six. Then, I started to remember you, us, but not every thing about us. I started therapy and eventually everything came back." Dean looked down at his hands. "What about you?"

"I looked for you," Castiel said quietly. "I checked every hospital between here and where you were. I went the police station every day for updates. I spent so much time looking, I forgot that I had a life outside of it. Crowley was the only one that didn't try to make me be Castiel again."

"How long have you guys been..." Dean waved his hand, not wanting to say it.

"Almost two years," Castiel looked up at Dean. "I thought you were dead. I waited for so long for sign that you weren't and I loved you so much, but I was so tired of being alone."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you. I never would have-"

"I know." Cas rubbed his forehead. "I need time to think, to process all of this."

"I understand." They stood up at the same time. Castiel hesitated before he wrapped his arms around Dean.

He still felt the same in his arms, warm and solid and strong. He felt safe and loved when Dean hugged him back. He smelled different, not like the oil, sweat, and sunlight that used to cling to his skin. Castiel was so happy to see him again, to know that he was safe and alive and whole, but at the same time, he was lost. He loved Crowley, almost as much as he loved Dean, if not more. They were good together. What was he supposed to do?

"You can stay in the guest room, if you want. There's no need for you to pay for a hotel."

"Alright." Castiel gave him a weak smile before he went back to the kitchen. He looked at the dishes left behind on the table for a long moment before turning the light off and walking away from it. He would take care of them in the morning when he felt less like his world had just began and ended all at once.

Once he was changed and settled into his bed, he picked up his phone to text Crolwey.

Can we meet tomorrow? He bit his lip as he hit send. He got an answer a moment later.

Of course. When and where? Castiel suggested their favorite coffee place outside of town and Crowley agreed.

I love you.

Castiel fell asleep waiting for Crowley's response.

~*~

Dean flicked on the light in the guest bedroom and dropped his bag on the floor. he looked around, shocked and saddened.

Pictures of him littered every surface. From framed ones that used to hang on the walls to piles of missing persons flyers. Castiel must have put them all there to avoid having to look at them and be reminded every day that Dean was no longer there.

Dean carefully moved the pictures from the bed so that he would have a place to lay down and stared at the ceiling.

He hadn't even too into account the chance that Cas had moved on. He just assumed when he got his memories back that he would be there waiting for him. And with Crowley? He always knew that the other man had feelings for Cas, but he always kept his distance. Until Dean went missing, that was.

All that matters is that Cas is happy, Dean reminded himself. If it had been Castiel that went missing, Dean would have been a miserable shell. He was glad that Cas found someone that made him want to live again.

With that in his head, he made a decision. If Castiel decided that he wanted to stay with Crowley, Dean wouldn't fight. He would sign whatever he needed to, he would leave town, whatever made things easier. He couldn't hurt Cas again.

Everything Has Changed (Chapter 1)

REWRITE OF "THE ONLY THING THAT STAYS THE SAME"

Anon asked: (Hi!) Prompt: can you write something like Cas and Dean were married and seemingly epically in love but Dean disappears. Eventually, Cas accepts he’s dead and moves on with their friend Crowley, on the down low. After a couple of years, Dean reappears and Crowley devastated because he thinks Cas will want to pick up where things left off with Dean. Cas, on the other hand, feels really guilty because wants to be with Crowley.

Castiel reached out and grabbed the phone that was ringing on the bedside table. The sun wasn't even up yet who called people this early?

“Hello?” He answered groggily, nestling back into his pillow.

“Cas?” Sam sounded confused. Well, that’s what he gets for calling at the crack of dawn, Castiel decided.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Why do you have Crowley’s phone?” Cas sat up, fully awake now.

“We must have gotten our phones mixed up at the resturant last night. We were all a little drunk. I’ll tell him that you called.” He hung up and threw the phone away like it was its fault. Beside him, Crowley laughed.

“Shut up. What would you have said?” Cas groused. Crowley pulled him back down into the blankets and kissed him lightly.

“I would have told hiem you were sleeping right next to me because we went home together. Like we have been for nearly two years,” Crowley said, kissing Castiel’s neck. Cas sighed and tilted his head.

“We should tell them,” Cas said, running his fingers through Crowley’s hair. Crowley looked up at him, surprised.

“Really?”

“It’s been five years. I think I’m ready to move on.”

“If you’re sure,” Crowley said, running his thumb over Cas’s cheek. Cas nodded.

“We’ll invite everyone over and tell them tonight.”

“Alright. I’ll bring the wine.” Crowley kissed him again, then got out of bed. Castiel watched as he got dressed then sat up to kiss him goodbye before he drove home to change for work.

With nothing else to do, Castiel got out of bed and went to make coffee. He paused at his dresser and picked up the only framed picture that was there. His and Dean’s wedding photo.

Castiel and Dean met when they started high school. They started dating when they were sixteen and were married before Castiel turned twenty two. They bought a small but nice house in town that sat an equal distance from the library where Castiel worked and the garage Dean had opened the year before. They had a perfect marriage for four years and were talking about adopting a baby when Dean disappeared.

He had gone on a trip to a few towns over where they were holding a classic car show. He was hoping that he could drum up some business while he showed off his baby. Castiel hadn’t been able to get off of work so he’d had to go by himself. He never came home.

Castiel had been a wreck. He called the police both in Lawrence and in the town where Dean had been, but there was no record of him after he checked out of his hotel room. There hadn’t been any accidents, he wasn’t in either of the hospitals, he was just gone.

The police tolerated Castiel’s constant phone calls and visits to the station more out of pity than belief that they would find Dean. Castiel knew what they were thinking every time one of them smiled sadly at him, that they had gotten married too young and that Dean realized he wasn’t ready to be married, but they were wrong. Something had happened to him and Castiel had to find him.

The days had slowly turned into months, then into years. Castiel tried not to give up hope, but the light was getting dimmer every day. He had started to withdraw from their group of friends as he became more an more depressed.

They all dropped in on him from time to time to make sure that he was still alive. Some of them would bring food and made sure that he ate a little before they would leave.

Crowley always brought alcohol. He never tried to make Castiel talk about what he was feeling, sometimes they never said a word, others they would talk for hours.

One night, three years after Dean’s disappearance and half way through a bottle of wine, Castiel had kissed Crowley and cried for the rest of night.

After several weeks of debating with himself, he’d kissed him again. And again. They began a tentative relationship that became stronger every day.

“I still miss you,” He whispered, tracing Dean’s face with his fingertips. “But it’s been so long and I’m tired of being alone and lying to everyone. I love you.”

During his lunch break, Castiel called around and asked everyone if they wanted to have dinner together and they all agreed to be his place at seven. He spent the rest of the day in a nervous haze, worried about how everyone would react to the news that he had not only moved on from Dean, but that he and Crowley had been seeing each other behind their backs.

When he got home that evening, he took a long, hot shower to calm himself before he started cooking. He got so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that Crowley was there until he wrapped his arms around him, causing him to jump.

“Relax,” Crowley said, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “You’re not confessing to murder.”

“I’m just worried about how they’ll all react. I mean, it’s been five years, but…”

“You’re allowed to be happy, Castiel.” Cas nodded and tilted his head so that he could kiss Crowley properly. “Will you set the table?”

“Of course. It all smells delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

Everyone started to arrive just as Castiel was pulling the garlic bread from the oven. He wasn’t the best cook, but he could manage spaghetti. The girls all hugged him, happy that he was finally opening back up to them.

The evening was filled with laughter, much like they used to be. Castiel had to keep himself from leaning into Crowley multiple times. When everyone’s plates were pretty much empty he cleared his throat.

“I have something I want to tell you all,” He said. “I’ve been worried about how you’ll all take it all day so I’m just going to put it out there. Crowley and I have been seeing each other for several months.”

Everyone as quiet for a long moment. Castiel started to worry that they all hated him before Sam spoke up.

“That’s great Cas,” He said, giving him a little smile.

“Really?" Castiel never would have imagined that his brother-in-law would be the first to accept his new relationship.

“Yeah. I mean, Dean’s been missing for five years and you've been miserable up until now. We all just want you to be happy.” Everyone agreed and Castiel’s hand found Crowley’s under the table.

“Thank you, guys. I–” the doorbell cut him off. Everyone looked at him, confused. Castiel stood. “I’ll be right back”

He opened the door, expecting a lost person looking for directions or a neighbor that needed to borrow something. The polite smile on his face faded to shock when he saw who it was.

“Dean?” He whispered, unable to believe his eyes. His husband stared back at him for a moment before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around him.

“I’m home, baby,” Dean said against his neck. “I’m finally home.”

His voice was the last thing that Castiel heard before everything went dark.

Anon asked: Prompt: Cas and Crowley are in some quest or another to get a weapon to defeat the darkness. The kicker is that in order to unlock the box (go with it), they need to have sex. One of them kinda jumps to it. Hint: it's not Crowley.

"It's here," Castiel called, before stepping into the room. The object glowed brightly before him, one of the most powerful weapon against the darkness.

He heard the others' footfalls, then the sound of the door slamming. He spun around and saw Crowley trying to open it again. He heard the Winchester's yelling and hitting the door, but nothing was happening.

“We’re trapped,” Crowley said, stepping back.

“The weapon is here,” Castiel said. Only then did he notice that the light was gone. He turned back to look, only to see a plain chest. He tried to open it, but it was locked.

“What does it say?” Crowley asked, coming closer. Castiel squinted at the faded words, written in a long dead language.

“Desire for desire,” Castiel said. “Lust.”

“What are blathering about?” Castiel turned to look at him.

“The weapons we’re hunting, there are seven. We found the first with the woman that killed her best friend because she was in love with her husband‒envy. The second was with the bank robber‒greed. This one, ‘desire for desire.’ We desire the weapon, but lust is needed to unlock it. The weapons are connected to the seven deadly sins.”

“Bloody hell,” Crowley said, the pieces clicking into place. “Well, what now?”

“Take your pants off.” Crowley stared at Castiel, shocked. The angel didn’t seem notice, but started removing his own jacket and belt. When he finally registered Crowley’s eyes burning a hole into him, he looked up. “What?”

“What are you doing?”

“It’s not like we’ve never done it before. We need that weapon. Take your pants off.”

When Crowley didn’t move, Castiel rolled his eyes and reached for his belt, undoing it quickly and tossing it aside. When he started to undo the button on his slacks, Crowley slapped his hands away.

“I can undress myself, I’m not a child.” Crowley took his pants off and tossed them near his belt. Castiel was already mostly naked when he looked up again.

“Sit or lay down,” Castiel said. Crowley took a moment to spread their jackets out before sitting down. A moment later, Castiel was in his lap, sinking down onto him with a quiet moan. He moved slowly, getting used to the feeling of being filled again.

Neither of them lasted long, it had been so long since they had been together. Castiel panted against Crowley’s neck, occasionally pressing tiny kisses to his skin. Crowley ran his hands over Castiel’s back, through the feathers of his wings.

“Castiel.” Cas looked up and squinted against the bright light of the weapon. The box had been opened.

“Give me a minute,” He said. Crowley chuckled a little. After a long moment, Castiel shifted off of the demon, using his grace to clean himself up. When they were both presentable, Castiel picked up the weapon and Crowley tried the door again. It opened with ease. The Winchesters were staring at them with odd expressions on their faces.

“We go the weapon,” Castiel said, holding up the shining blade. Dean gave him look, then snorted.

“I hope you had more protection than your angel blade this time,” He said, before turning and walking down the hall.

drummer-emmy asked: Hi! I just want to say that I luuuvvvv your blog! *whispers to you* can you please write a story with Crowley/Dean/Castiel with all the fluff? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Castiel hummed as he moved around the kitchen. Cooking for his Mates was one of his favorite things to do when he got home from work.

When Castiel found Crowley at seventeen, he thought that he was the luckiest Omega alive. His Mate was older by almost ten years, but he was everything that Castiel wanted, kind, successful, affectionate, everything that an Alpha should be. They Mated on Castiel’s eighteenth birthday. Five years later they met Dean.

Their relationship was extremely rare. There were only a few hundred recorded incidents of people having multiple Mates, only around fifty where all three people were True Mates. The happiest moment of Castiel’s life was the night they all Mated.

Dean got home first, like he usually did. He kissed Cas's cheek and got himself a beer out of the firdge.

"You need any help?"

"No, I'm good. You go relax." Dean kissed him again and walked back to the living room. Castiel heard the TV turn on, and few minutes later, Dean was snoring softly.

Castiel finished up with his cooking and went to wake Dean, just as Crowley walked through the door. Castiel wrapped his arms around the Alpha and kissed him hello before he went to change out of his suit. He came back a few minutes later in sweat pant and a thin cotton shirt.

They talked about their days asdthey all mase their plates and started to eat. Crowley was defending another business man that was obviously guilty, even though Castiel had warned him against it. Dean had been doing oil changes and bending over engines all day and looked dead on his feet. The kindergarten class that Castiel taught had gone on a trip to the library and listened to a story.

How would you feel about a hot bath?" Crowley asked Dean when they were done with dinner. Dean let out a soft moan at the thought.

"That would be awesome. My back is killing me."

Castiel ran the water and added a relaxing honey and lilac oil when Crowley rubbed Dean's back in the bedroom. When the tub was full, they all climbed in. Castiel poured some water over Dean's head and worked shampoo through the tresses. Little by little the tension eased from Dean shoulders. They stayed in the water together until it got too cold, then got out and dried off before going to bed.

Castiel laid between the two of them nestled safely in their arms. His head was resting on Crowley’s shoulder as the older man read his book, sipping occasionally from a glass of scotch. Dean was pressed against his back pressing soft kisses to the back of Cas’s neck, dozing off and on after a long day at work.

Castiel ran his fingers over the lines of Crowley’s tattoos as he waited for sleep to come. When he reached the end of his chapter, his Alpha closed his book and set it aside, then turned to hold Castiel more securely. The Omega nestled into him as much as he could with Dean’s arms tight around his middle. Crowley’s hand settled over Dean’s bicep and he leaned over Castiel’s shoulder to kiss him lightly and Dean sighed softly.

“I love you,” Crowley murmured, leaning back to kiss Castiel, too. “Both of you.”

Dean kissed Cas’s neck, murmuring his agreement against his skin.

“I love you, too,” Castiel said, kissing Crowley, then turning his head at an odd angle to kiss Dean. He settled back against Crowley’s chest. “And I love you.”

Crowley kissed his temple, then pressed his cheek against Cas’s dark hair.

The Omega fell asleep warm and safe in a cocoon of blankets and his Alphas’ arms.

For the anon that asked for Castiel and Crowley being in a relationship after the series finale. _______________________________ Dean squinted against a bright, white light. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes as he continued to walk down the path. He wasn't surprised to find that it led him to a pizzeria, where only one customer was seated. "Dean Winchester," Death said, not looking up from where he was cutting a slice of pizza with a knife. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time." "Me, too," Dean said. A plate with pizza on it appeared in front of him but he ignored it. "You're not going to run off again are you?" Death asked, using his fork to stab one of the bite sized pieces of pizza. "Not if you can answer a few questions for me." Dean rolled his eyes, but motioned for Dean to continue. "Where's Sam?" "I delivered him to the Gates of Heaven myself. He was welcomed with open arms." Dean nodded. "What about Cas and Crowley?" "When his demon lover was turned away, the angel Castiel refused Heaven. Their memories of you, of the war against the darkness, of everything, were erased. They will live out the rest of their days as a normal human couple." "Can I see him? I won't run," he added, quickly. "I just want to say goodbye." "I'll give you ten minutes," Death conceded. "No more." "That's enough." Death waved his hand and suddenly they were in a park instead of the restaurant. Dean heard kids yelling and dogs barking. Death pointed. "There. In the garden. Remember, Dean, ten minutes." Dean nodded and walked toward the patch of dirt. Castiel was kneeling amongst the plants, pulling up weeds and placing them in a basket. He looked up when Dean's shadow fell across him. "Hello. Can I help you?" "Uh, yeah. I'm trying to figure out how to get to Main Street from here." Castiel smiled and told him the easiest route. "Thanks," Dean looked around. "Everything looks like it's growing alright." "They'll come in late," Cas lamented. "It's a community garden, but I'm the only one that plants anything or takes care of it. People don't mind taking the plants after they grow, though." Dean couldn't fight his smile. "Are you new in town?" "No," Dean said. "I'm just visiting a friend." "Do I know you?" Cas asked. "I'm sorry, it's just, you look so familiar." "I just have one of those faces," Dean lied. "That must be it." Castiel looked at his watch. "I've got to go. My husband's taking me dancing." "Sounds fun." "It is. He only takes me every hundred years or so." Dean smiled. "Tell him he should take you out more often. If I was your husband, I'd take you out every night." "I'll tell him that. I hope you get wherever it is you're going." "Thanks." Dean watching him walk away, then went back to Death. "You want to watch them, I assume," He said. Dean nodded. Death waved his hand again and suddenly it was nighttime. They were outside of a club with music so loud Dean could feel it in his bones. "They can't see or hear you," Death said. Dean nodded and watched as Castiel and Crowley came out of the building. Cas wrapped his arms around Crowley and kissed him on the sidewalk. "I had fun," He said, when the kiss ended. "Thank you for taking me out." "You're welcome, kitten." "You know, I met someone today," Cas said, taking Crowley's hand as they walked down the street. "He said that you should take me out more often." "Did he?" "Mmhm," Castiel hummed. "He said that if he were my husband, he's take me out every night." "Every night? Where's the novelty in that." Cas bumped his shoulder and Crowley smiled. "We can go out more often," He said. "If that's what you want." Cas kissed him again, smiling against his mouth. "I love you." "I love you, too," Crowley said, rubbing a thumb over his cheek bone. "Now come on. Let's get you home before you freeze." Dean watched as they continued down the street hand in hand until he could no longer see them. He turned to Death. "I'm ready." Dean Winchester entered into his heaven–a place where his whole family was together again–content with the life his friends had been given and knowing that they would be joining the rest of them eventually.

"Castiel, stop!" The words registered in his mind, but he no control over his own body. He had to kill or he'd die. "Castiel, please!" Crowley ducked at the last second, throwing him off balance. He fell over the king, his blade clattering away. Not that he needed it anyway. He stood up and snarled at Crowley, circling him like an animal. "You're better than her, Cas. You can fight it." 'I can't.' Castiel lunged forward, but Crowley caught him. He twisted his arms, trying to pull one free, but Crowley was stronger. "Fight it, Castiel," Crowley demanded. "Fight her." "I can't!" Castiel growled, struggling against Crowley's hold. Crowley pulled him in closer, held him tighter. Their eyes met and something changed between them. Crowley leaned forward and pressed his lips to Castiel's for the first time in too long. All at once, Castiel stopped fighting him and leaned into the kiss. Just like old times. When he broke the kiss, Crowley looked into Castiel's eye to find them staring back calmly. "Are you alright?" "Yes, I– I'm sorry." "Don't be." The building rocked with a sudden force, and Castiel pressed closer to Crowley, either for protection of to protect. "What was that?" The angel asked against his neck. "I don't know," Crowley said, wrapping an arm around Castiel's waist. "But I have a feeling–" Castiel's phone rang, finishing Crowley's sentence for him. Fucking Winchesters.

Anon asked: Hello, are you taking prompts? I've been craving reading about Cas and Crowley being out with their relationship and Sam and Dean, at first, having a hard time accepting it as something other than Cas losing it or something equally doomed. They get convinced this is for real after seeing stuff like Cas dropping the tough guy act with Crowley, or Crowley putting off getting revenge on whoever hurt his lover because Cas informed him he'll be too busy on "pillow duty" for the time being, etc. _______________________________ Dean took a sip of his beer, glaring in the general direction of the couch. "What do think?" Sam asked, coming out of the kitchen to stand beside him. "Nothing good. He's completely lost it, right? I mean, it's gotta be that or mind control." Across the room, Castiel and Crowley were curled together on the couch, talking quietly. To say the Winchester's had been shocked when Cas had stopped Sam from killing the demon was an understatement. They had thought that Cas wanted him out of the picture just as much as they did. Little did they know that Cas had been sneaking around with him on and off for years. "I don't know," Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes. It wasn't like Sam could say anything. He had fooled around with Ruby for so long that she tricked him into let the devil out of his cage. "Look, Dean, I'm not happy about this either but," Sam looked at Cas, at the way he smiled at Crowley and how relaxed he was, "if he's happy, we should just let him be." "Who are you?" Dean asked, looking betrayed. He shook his head and walked away. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's immaturity and went to sit in his chair. Cas and Crowley didn't pay any attention him. Try as he might, Sam couldn't help but glance over at them. Castiel had pulled his legs up onto the couch and laid his head on Crowley's chest. He was toying with one of the buttons on Crowley's shirt while the demon ran a hand through his hair. Sam looked back at the television, unable to keep himself from smiling. ~*~ "I'm fine," Castiel complained, swatting Crowley's hand away. The mediocre stitches in his side pulled with the motion, causing him to wince. "What happened?" Crowley demanded, turning blazing eyes on Dean. "We took down a werewolf," Dean said, standing his ground. "He got scratched. He's fine." Crowley made a move toward him, but Cas grabbed his hand. He looked back at Cas, who smiled a little. "I'm fine. It's not their faults. Just change your clothes and lay with me." Dean walked out with that. He definitely didn't need to think about Cas and Crowley in bed together. ~*~ Dean and Sam watched as Crowley killed his minions, slowly and painfully. It was honestly the most terrifying thing that either of them had ever seen. "Crowley!" Cas's voice rang through the room, echoing down the halls outside. Crowley paused, but only for a moment. He snarled when Castiel pulled him away from his latest kill. "Stop." The angel commanded. "Please." Something in Crowley's eyes changed and looked down at his blood covered hands. "What happened?" "Rowena," Cas said, holding Crowley's face in his hand. "A spell." They sank to the floor together when Crowley's strength drained. Castiel kept his arms around him with his lips pressed to his forehead. "This isn't your fault," He promised. "I'm going to kill her." "Too late." Crowley looked up at him, shocked, Castiel shrugged. Crowley chuckled and laid his head on Castiel's shoulder. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Castiel." The Winchester's watched as they kissed and pressed their foreheads together. "It's real, isn't it?" Dean asked. "They love each other." "Looks like it," Sam answered, smiling. It was still weird, seeing them together, but if they were happy, what could anyone say?

Anon said: Crowstiel Prompt - consider this: God's favorite and the King of Hell frolicking in the snow (having, finally, kissed and made up). It's the start of a new age. _______________________________ Castiel looked out the window at the white blanket covering the ground. He had never appreciated snow when he was an angel. It was only frozen water. He didn't understand why humans liked it so much. But he saw the beauty now. He smiled when arms wrapped around his waist and leaned back against Crowley's chest. Crowley kissed the back of his neck. "What are you doing up so early?" "It snowed last night." "More reason to come back to bed, kitten." "Crowley," Cas said, pushing him gently. Since he had given up his Grace and became completely human, Castiel had wanted to start doing human things. For instance, he had dragged Crowley out in the rain the week before to kiss him, subsequently getting himself sick. He binged watched television shows while Crowley did his kingly duties. He slept until the late afternoon on weekends and wore his pajamas all day. Crowley sighed, and tightened his arms around Castiel. "Fine. Go get dressed." Castiel kissed him briefly then went up the stairs to their bedroom. He smiled when he found heavy winter clothes in his size waiting for him. He felt like a giant marshmallow when he got everything put on. Crowley laughed at him when he waddled out if the room. "You didn't have to wear it all at once," He said, still snickering. Castiel frowned. "It's going to be cold." Crowley shook his head and opened the door for him. Castiel stepped out into the porch, then down the stairs. The snow deep and he feel the cold through his pants. Crowley took his hand and tugged him further out into the yard. "It's beautiful," Castiel said, looking around. The trees were weighed down with the snow and the sunlight partially sifting trough the clouds made the world around them glitter. "Yes," Crowley said, not taking his eyes off of Cas's face. "It is." They walked for a little while, just taking it all in. They separated at one point when Cas wanted to look at the creek flow under the ice a little a head of them and didn't want to wait for Crowley. Something cold and hard hit his back, causing him jump and let out a little cry. He spun around and saw Crowley smirking at him, holding another snowball in his hands. "Don't you do it," He warned. Crowley's eyes glinted at the challenge and he threw it at him. Cas ducked and it hit a tree behind him instead. He took off running, unable to hold back his laughter. Crowley chased him, using his powers to form perfect snowballs, but throwing them himself. He caught up to Castiel and they fell into the snow in tangle of arms and legs. Castiel laughed as Crowley rolled them over so that he was laying on top of the demon's chest instead if in the snow. He looked down at him with shining eyes. "I love you." Crowley reached up and touched his face, reddened by the cold. "I love you, too." Castiel lowered his head to kiss him, then pressed his cold nose to his cheek. "Let's get you inside before you freeze." A few hours later, Castiel was curled up on the couch, showered and in his pajamas. He looked up from his book when Crowley came in, carrying to mugs of coffee. "Do you feel more human now?" He asked, settling down beside him. Castiel snuggled into his side. "Yes. Thank you for today." Crowley kissed his forehead. "Anytime, love."

Anon asked: Prompt: Crowstiel, non-mushy I love you ________________________________ When Thomas was promoted to the high order, he hadn't known what to expect. He had heard of the king, but had never actually met the man. What he didn't expect was how...boring it was. All he did was stand around the throne room all day, watching Crowley flip through papers and play games on his phone. When the king's mother showed up things got interesting for a while. She stirred up trouble everywhere that she could and had been caught slipping a number of trinkets into the top of her dress. No one expected him to throw her out the way he did. She went, kicking a screaming, claiming that she had the right to be there. The right to the knowledge he was keeping her from. Things were more laid back after that. The king did his business, then went away for the rest of the day. No one knew where he went, only that he usually came back with his suit and hair ruffled in a way that left little to the imagination about what he'd been up to. Then one day, the king was late for his morning meetings. Thomas was shoved in front of the French doors leading to his chambers, then abandoned by the other demons. He knocked with a shaking fist. "Your highness," He called. "It's almost noon." The door opened to reveal the king, dressed in only a towel. "I know what time it is," He snapped. "Do not come back to this room today." Thomas saw a glimpse of a bright glowing light emerging from the bathroom before the door shut in his face. Word of the return of the kings favorite lover spread quickly. Another demon called the light that Thomas had seen Castiel, an angel, and told him the story about his and the kings relationship. For months, all Thomas heard were stories about him, then one day the throne room door opened, allowing the angel to step through. "What is, kitten?" Crowley asked, not looking up from his game. "Something's come up.I have to go." The pause in Crowley's hand was so short Thomas almost didn't notice it before he returned to his nonchalant act. "Who's stopping you?" The angel went forward and lifted the kings chin to kiss him. It lasted for a long time before Castiel pulled away. "I love you," He said, as he turned to leave. Crowley returned to his game. "I love you, pet. I'll see you soon." Castiel disappeared through the doors, closing then behind him. Thomas watched as with a snap, the king disintegrated the first demon that snickered into a pile of flaming ash.

Anonymous said *inspired by your tags on your last fic* You should totally write five times (or whatever number you want) Rowena walked in on Crowley and Cas, showing the evolution of their relationship, from adversaries, to allies, to friends, to lovers

“Your majesty?” The demon’s voice was trembling with fear as he spoke. Rowena found it incredibly amusing that they were so frightened by him when he was hardly more dangerous than a puppy.

“What now?” Fergus asked, not looking up from his phone. The demon swallowed visibly.

“The angel Castiel is here.” Fergus looked up, then. Interesting.

“Clear the room,” He snapped. Everyone herded toward the door. Everyone except Rowena. “That includes you, Mother.”

“Just waiting for the parade to be over,” Rowena said, rising gracefully from her seat and gliding to the door. Just for show, she bowed as the pulled them shut, practically feeling the eye roll it earned.

Once she was alone in her room, Rowena did a spell that allowed her to see into the room. Fergus was speaking with another man, who she assumed was the angel aforementioned.

“You’re angry that Dean chose me to safeguard the blade,” He was saying. Fergus rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be absurd. It’s a hunk of bone that was cluttering up my final resting place. I’m glad it’s gone.”

“You’re hurt. You thought that Dean trusted you more than he did me. And maybe he does, with somethings. He also knows that if he asks you for it, you will bring it to him because you want to lose his grip on reality. You want someone to rule with. I won’t give in so easily.”

“You can shove it up your ass as far as I care, Castiel. I don’t need Dean Winchester’s trust.”

“You don’t need it. But you want it. I know how that feels and it’s a dark slope to fall down.”

“If your finished.” Fergus waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. Castiel gave him an exasperated look, then walked away.

Rowena was wandering around the Kingdom when she hear the yell.

It was long, loud, and painful. She followed the sound, curious as to what could cause such agony and wanting to get her hands on it. She found herself peeking into Fergus’s bedroom, the source of the commotion.

He was sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but his suit pants. The angel Castiel was with him, fussing over a wound on his shoulder.

“I told you to move,” Castiel said, prodding at the the large gash. Fergus flinched.

“I didn’t think he’d actually lunge at me.”

“Dean wouldn’t have. But we both know that that wasn’t Dean. Hold still.”

Rowena watched as a blue glow shined from the angel’s hand that was hovering over Fergus’s arm. Nothing happened and the glow faded.

“The wound can’t healed through Grace,” He said. “I’ll have to stitch it.”

“Oh, brilliant.”

“I’m very good. I’ve fixed my jacket many times.” The angel went across the room and search only for a moment before coming back with a heavy looking silver box. He pulled a needle and thread from it.

“I think that skin and fabric are two entirely different things, Castiel.”

“Just let me do it.”

Fergus allowed him to work with minimal interruption, snapping at him every once and a while when he pulled too tightly.

“There,” Castiel said. “As good as new.”

“Thank you.”

They stared at each other for a moment, speaking with their eyes. Rowena smirked as she realized what they weren’t saying.

“I should go,” Castiel said quietly. He disappeared and Fergus sighed.

He stood and walked across the room to a cart that held various types of alcohol. He pour himself a glass and threw it back. He turned his head minutely before speaking.

“You can scurry off now, Mother. The show is over.”

Rowena was walking past the throne room when she heard the angel’s voice the next time.

Fergus was pacing the floor, hand under his chin, brows furrowed in thought. Cas was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed.

“I don’t think that you should,” He said. “The magic locked away in the bunkers would be very old and very dangerous. Would you really trust someone you barely know with that?”

“She is my mother,” Fergus pointed out. Rowena smiled victoriously.

“And God is my father. But he abandoned me to face apocalypse, Raphael, Leviathans, and everything else that we’ve been through. I wouldn’t let him into the bunker if he commanded it.”

“I suppose you’re right. I don’t know her intentions. All I know is that since her arrival two of my best men have killed with very little proof of crimes committed.”

Rowena pushed away from the door and stormed to her own room, not wanting to hear anymore. She would have to find a way to turn Fergus against the angel. But how?

Several hours after what she heard in throne room, Rowena had a plan.

She would tell Fergus that she had been concerned about his relationship with the angel, especially with the Winchester debacle still so high on the list of every demon’s concerns. She would tell him that she had spied on the angel Castiel and had heard him speaking to another angel about plans to dethrone him and take Hell for himself.

She threw open the doors to the throne room, but found it empty, save a few aides looking over paper work and filing it.

“Where is the King?” She asked.

“His bedroom, I would guess,” One of the aides answered, fighting a smile. A few of the others snickered.

Rowena walked out of the room and made her way down the hall. What would Fergus be doing in his room at this time of day? She pushed opened the doors and let out a quiet gasp at the sight before her.

Fergus was on his back on his bed with the angel in his lap. His fingers were digging into his sharp hip bones as Castiel rose and fell like a wave. His wings were spread out behind him in a great black mass of soft feathers and strong bones. He moaned loudly when Crowley touched them.

Rowena pulled the doors shut again before they noticed her presence and stood shocked in the hallway. The aide from before passed by and paused when he saw her.

“I see you’ve met Castiel,” He said, his smirk on full display this time around.

Rowena was sitting at her normal place in the throne room the next day when Fergus walked in. There was something different about him this time, but she couldn’t place what it was.

He was dressed in his usual suit and tie, he had the same bad attitude and bored manner. Everyone treated him in the same fashion as they always would, but she knew that something was off.

After a whole session of looking over documents, then another of punishing demons of crimes against his throne, then more documents, Fergus declared the day over. An aide went to gather his clipboard and pen, with a small smile on her face.

“What are you grinning about?” He snapped irritably.

“I like your tie, sir,” She said, before quickly evacuating the room. Crowley and Rowena looked at the same time.

Instead of the usual grey tie with the floral pattern, the one that he was wearing was blue striped. It looked suspiciously like the one the angel wore.

Crowley studied it for a moment, then shrugged and stood. He straightened the tie as he walked out off the room, content with it for the day.

“Well would you look at that,” Rowena said to herself. “Looks like I’ll be having the throne of Heaven, too.”