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It’s Not What You Think It Is

“It’s not what you think it is!”

Dean nodded slowly, looking into Castiel’s eyes and pointedly not at the…bright pink…phallic-shaped…item in his hand that Dean had walked in on him waving around the kitchen like a mad man. Of all the things Dean could have walked in on his roommate brandishing in the kitchen…

“Okay,” Dean said, letting his bag fall off his shoulder onto the kitchen floor.

“It’s not that!” Castiel insisted, dropping the…thing on Dean’s favorite counter for meal prep. “Gabe said he thought I might need one—”

Dean choked and laughed at the same time before he said, “He’s your brother and he sent you that?!”

“No, it’s not a—it’s not for that!” Castiel said, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “It’s just shaped like a—but Gabe said it’s generally used in the kitchen! It’s not a—”

“It’s a neon pink plastic dildo, Cas,” Dean said, glancing at the counter and laughing dryly. “You use them in the bedroom.”

“But Gabe said it wasn’t—”

“Right, because Gabe always tells the truth.”

Castiel shrunk in on himself, a deep red blush spreading all the way down his neck.

“It doesn’t make sense though, because there’s, like, a hook kind of thing at the base,” he said. Dean frowned in confusion and moved over to hesitantly pick the thing up and inspect it. Castiel moved over next to him and pointed to the base of the thing. “See? There’s a hook-thing. If it was a dildo why would it have this hook-thing?”

“Say hook-thing one more time,” Dean teased offhandedly, but Castiel was right, because indeed there was a ‘hook-thing’. It wasn’t a hook-hook, though, it was more like someone had just carved a c-shape out of the end. “Huh.”

“See?”

“That does seem weird…” Dean mumbled, looking over the thing once more before he placed it back on the counter and shrugged. “So, it’s a weirdly designed dildo. Why would your brother think you need one?”

“It’s not a—”

“Wait, did you use it already?” Dean asked, turning to watch as Castiel’s face grew even redder.

“No! Of course not!”

“Did you think about using it?” Dean raised his eyebrows in questioning. Castiel hesitated to answer and a smile spread across Dean’s face. “Oh, you so did!”

“No! No, I didn’t,” Castiel said.

“You did!” Dean laughed, “Oh, man, it’s got to have been so long since you got any.”

“What?!”

“Your brother sent you a dildo and instead of being weirded out the first thought you had was to strip down and—”

“No! My first thought was to send it back!”

“But then you thought to use it, didn’t you?“

Castiel hesitated again, shuffling in his spot for just a moment.

“No!” he said, “I called Gabe and he told me it’s not a dildo.”

“Right, right, right,” Dean said, leaning back against the counter. “Because if it looks like a dildo, if it’s shaped like a dildo, if it functions as a dildo… Right.”

“He said it’s used in the kitchen to open something!” Castiel said, gesturing out at the kitchen. “That’s what I was trying to figure out! What it’s used to open—”

“It’s used to open you up for a bigger dick,” Dean said, laughing as Castiel groaned and threw his head back in exasperation.

“Dean!”

“What? Am I wrong?” Dean grabbed the thing again. “Do I need to show you how to use it? Because I’ll gladly take you to my room and show you exactly how to—”

As soon as it was out it was like something in the air changed. Something desperate and all-consuming charged the space between them, and Dean watched as Castiel’s pupils dilated.

“Sh-show me?” Castiel whispered in question. “Were you serious?“

Dean carefully dropped the pink thing back onto the counter and turned toward Castiel, trying desperately to figure out how to answer that without admitting he’d been serious for the past three years. Maybe he couldn’t even answer in the first place? Wouldn’t giving any kind of answer be like admitting he’d thought about it before? And admitting that opened the gates to everything else. It would mean Castiel knew everything—that for the past two years they’d been living together, for the one year they were best friends before that, for all the time they’d spent together… All of it, Dean had always been serious. He’d always wanted more.

“Dean, please,” Castiel whispered, and Dean cursed his inability to keep his resolve around Castiel. It’d always been that way—he’d break his back just to get Castiel a flower he saw on the sidewalk just because Castiel asked. “Are you serious?”

Dean swallowed before he nodded, just barely, and Castiel’s lips parted on an exhale.

“You never said anything,” Castiel said, and Dean wanted to respond to that, but he wasn’t given the chance because Castiel lunged up to crush their mouths together. Honestly, this was better than any response Dean could have even given, and he leaned down into it. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled their bodies right together. He’d been wanting this for three years, and he wasn’t about to let any space get between them.

“Take me to your bedroom,” Castiel said between desperate kissed, “I’m gonna need you to fuck me into your mattress.”

Dean surged down to grab the backs of Castiel’s thighs and hauled him up into his arms.

“Absolutely,” he said, smiling as Castiel laughed and he turned to head towards his bedroom.

~~~

Peanut Butter Jelly Time blasting from Castiel’s phone was not the song Dean liked to drink his morning coffee to. Especially not the song he wanted to hear right after a night of hot, passionate, steamy sex with the man he’d been pining after for three years. Fuck Gabe for choosing that ringtone for the millionth time. Dean didn’t know why Castiel hadn’t changed it yet.

Castiel quickly grabbed his phone and hit answer.

“Hello?” he said, his voice still that perfect amount of gravelly from sleep. Dean smiled and looked back to his laptop screen as he read over his term paper.

“Yes, Gabe. We figured out what it was meant for,” Castiel said. Dean heard Gabe responding through the phone, but he couldn’t make out what he was saying. He didn’t particularly care to. At least, not until Castiel gasped violently, “What?”

Dean looked up to see Castiel’s face drain of color and he wouldn’t meet Dean’s eyes.

“What do you mean—what do beers have to—?”

Dean pushed his laptop away and stared at Castiel as he tried to catch his eye.

“It’s a bottle opener?!” Castiel said, and Dean paused at that. A bottle opener…?

Oooh… The c-shape carved out of the base, that was to hook onto the lip of the lid to pull it off a bottle… Ooh.

“What?! No, I didn’t use it to—no!” Castiel groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I fucking hate you,” he said, pulling his phone away from his ear and hanging up as Gabe’s laughter echoed from the speaker. He tossed his phone back onto the table and covered his face.

“So… It’s not a dildo, then,” Dean said, smiling as Castiel shook his head just barely. “Well, I’m sure glad we left it in the kitchen.”

“Me too,” Castiel said, and then added, “God, I fucking hate him.”

~~~

“Might as well!” Dean said, using the bottle opener to pop the lids off two beers. He handed Castiel one of the beers and smiled at his boyfriend. “Cheers!” He clanked his bottle with Castiel’s and took a long drink as Castiel did the same.

“I guess we’ll have to thank Gabe, though,” Castiel said as he set his beer down and grabbed the pink thing again. “If he’d never sent this, who knows how long it would have taken us to get our heads out of our asses.”

Dean chuckled as he took the opener from Castiel and inspected it. “Yeah, I guess—”

“What the fuck is that?!”

Dean and Castiel snapped their heads up to see Charlie, Sam, and Eileen standing in the doorway to their kitchen. All three of them were staring down at Dean’s hands with wide eyes and either pale or red faces.

Dean and Castiel shared a look for just a beat before turning back to their friends and shouting at the same time.

“It’s not what you think it is!”

**********

“You’re never holding hands or kissing or anything!” Charlie said.

Dean balked. “First, this is our workplace, we have to set an example for the students! No PDA at work. Second, y’all know we live together. That should’ve been your first—” Dean cut short at the guilty looks on his friends faces. “You didn’t know we lived together?! You’ve all been to our house!”

“I didn’t know Cas lived there,” Cole said, “I knew you definitely did because you had your stupid broadswoards above the fireplace.”

“Hey!” Charlie and Dean said at the same time, both offended because they’d won those swords at the last Renaissance Faire they’d attended together.

“There was nothing to indicate that Cas lived there, honestly,” Tessa said, shrugging.

“His car was in the garage with mine!” Dean said, “He’s in all the family photos we have in the hallway!”

“By your own admission,” Jo started carefully, “He is your best friend. And you’ve known each other for ten years. I figured you’d just taken him with you to a family reunion or something.”

“Or something, is right!” Dean huffed. “For Christ’s sake, guys, we have matching bands!” He grabbed Castiel’s left hand and held his left up next to it. “See?!”

“As if anyone actually looks at those details!” Cole brushed him off.

“We’ve been married for ten years! Add up the years we dated, that’s twelve!” Dean cries desperately. “We’ve been here the entire time! This is how we met!”

“Why didn’t you invite any of us to the wedding? Or even tell us?” Tessa asked, and the rest of their friends nodded in agreement.

“I did tell you!” Dean said, throwing himself back in his seat. Castiel smiled softly and put his hand on Dean's knee to calm him down. “I told y’all the Friday before my wedding that I was getting hitched and would have the next week off. I literally texted all of you these exact words the day of my wedding, ‘I’m getting married this weekend. If any of y’all wanna come and celebrate with me and my future husband, it’s a small ceremony with an open bar at my house. Let me know if you need the address!’ And I remember that entire text because none of you came or texted me back and if I hadn’t just gotten married, I would have obsessed over what I said wrong for the entire week.”

“Wait,” Benny started, looking from Dean to Castiel and back. “That text was real?”

“Duh!” Dean almost screeched, but Castiel squeezed his knee and he forced himself to calm down.

“In our defense, you didn’t say you were marrying Cas,” Jo said, “specifically.”

“Because I thought you knew we were already dating! For two years!” Dean threw his hands up. “And none of you even responded! I brought y’all fucking homemade cupcakes and caramels when I got back! Why do you think I did that?”

“Out of the goodness of your heart?” Charlie said, plastering what was sure to be a smile onto her face, but it came off as a wince.

“That was not it. I thought y’all were mad at me or something.”

“So that was a bribe? The cupcakes and caramels?” Jo asked and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Dean, we thought you were joking,” Tessa said. “We didn’t even think you were dating—at all.”

Dean gaped. “What do you mean you—what?!”

“Oh, Dean,” Castiel said, placing a kiss on Dean’s temple as he stood up. “They know now.”

“But how—for ten fucking years!”

“Hush,” Castiel said, smiling. “Let it go.” He went over to the refrigerator to grab a drink.

“See!” Charlie said. “You’ve never kissed in front of us!”

“If you did more of that stuff we would’ve known,” Cole said. Dean looked at each of his friends, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched them nod in agreement with Cole’s statement.

“Challenge accepted,” he said, patting the table once and then standing up. He marched over to Castiel, spun him around, and made a huge show of sticking his tongue out as far as he could before crushing their mouths together.

Benny, Jo, Tessa, Cole and Charlie watched, mouth and eyes open wide.

“What have we done?” Benny asked, sharing a bewildered look with Cole.

“Oh no,” Charlie whispered.

“We’ve created a monster,” Jo said, and Tessa nodded in agreement.

They all watched as Dean pulled away from Castiel and slapped his rear before he walked back over to the table and sat down.

“Did y’all get a good view?” He asked. “Because I’m happy to do it again if y’all didn’t see me kiss my fucking husband.”

Jo, Tessa, and Cole looked at him with shocked faces, Charlie was blushing, and Benny wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s right. You better get used to it, too,” Dean said, smiling smugly as he sat back in his chair. “Because for ten years…you all missed it. All the signs and us literally telling you we were married.” Dean laughed loudly. “You missed it. Now I gotta make up for it so y’all know and don’t forget.”

Benny tried, “Dean—”

“Ten. Years.” Dean looked at each of his friends pointedly as Castiel sat back down next to him. He reached over and slung his arm along the back of Castiel’s chair. “This is your punishment for being a bunch of oblivious dumbasses,” he said, and turned to give Castiel another passionate kiss.

And then Dean had the idea to expand. He saw the market that his biggest…rival—if he could even be called that—The Zachariah Corporation had begun producing robots for: he need for domestic help in the form of AI. And Dean set to work. He spent so many sleepless nights in his office going over the logistics and schematics of how to transform robotic AIs into android AI. It got to the point where he almost quit all together, but then it hit him. He was essentially creating a new life—the AI chips would serve as an android’s brain and would need to have the capability to adapt and learn and grow. Putting something that powerful into the robots he’d already made would never work; he needed to make a whole new vessel for these… Angels.

With the help of his head tech expert, Charlie Bradbury, and the production plant manager of his company, Ash Miles—and some crucial input from his brother, Sam, who’d gone into biological advancements—Dean and his team were able to do it. They created the vessel for the first ever Angel Companion.

Dean had waited, had held his breath until he was lightheaded when they switched the companion on for the first time and he sat up. The companion had looked around with wide, calculating, almost cold blue eyes. He was taking everything in, storing it in the almost infinite data bank Dean had created for him. And then he finally—finally settled his eyes on Dean and introduced himself.

Castiel spent the next year learning everything he could, reading book after book after book and storing all of it in his data bank. He spent 365 days and just as many nights right by Dean’s side, growing to feel what Castiel learned to be love.

When two mid level managers came to work on the one year anniversary of Castiel’s waking and walked into Dean’s office to see clothes scattered around the room…?

When they saw two pairs of feet sticking out from behind Dean’s desk…?

Their only reaction was to hightailed it out of there and stop anyone who may try and see Dean for the rest of the day.

Dean and Castiel? Together? It was no surprise to anyone.

After another year, and a very private—and technically not legally binding—marriage, Dean decided it was time to unveil these androids to the world. He got Castiel’s blessing, and they called a press conference together.

~

“What will my latest piece of technology be?”

“Yes sir,” a reporter answered. She looked at Dean with rapt attention. He smiled at her before sweeping his gaze over the mass of press employees.

“Well,” he started, darting his tongue out to wet his lips before continuing. “Why don't I just show you?”

“Mr. Winchester!” A males voice boomed from the other side of the pavilion. Dean slowly turned his head in the direction of the man. “Are you saying you're going to announce your latest invention today? Right now?”

“Duh,” Dean said, stopping himself from rolling his eyes. He straightened his back and looked straight out at the crowd. “I’ve been working on creating a… Companion, of sorts.”

“What do you mean?” A different female reporter asked. “Are they like the robots Zachariah Corp put out last year?”

“Are you fucking joking?” Dean laughed. There were some gasps of surprise at the use of such language. “Zachariah’s sex dolls are pieces of shit. They're use is limited. The companions I’m putting out aren't simply for sex. They’re uses are for those who need help or an extra hand. Each one has brain, in essence, that can adapt to his or her human’s needs while maintaining free thoughts and personality. They learn and grow just as we do. Zachariah’s sex dolls don’t have that technology, do they?’

"Are they programmable?”

"Partially. They’re a new kind of being—not quite human, but not robots. Each one’s prime need and want is to serve and protect,” Dean said, suppressing another eye roll because it was more complicated than that, but the people here wouldn’t be able to follow the logic.

“How do you acquire one?”

Dean sighed and picked at his nails. He’d wanted this conference, but he always forgot how tedious they were.

“Essentially…they’re to be given out like a doctor would prescribe a medicine.”

“They can't be bought?”

“Mostly. You’ll have to apply for a companion. I won’t be bribed to just hand them out like they’re objects. They’re not objects, they’re a new kind of ‘people’. They have free thoughts and free will.”

“Doesn’t giving them free will negate the reason for creating them?”

Dean couldn’t stop the smile that came to his face as he turned to look at the man who asked that question.

“What are you? Stupid?” He asked, laughing when the reporter’s face turned a bright red. “They’re called Angel Companions for a reason, buddy. They want to heal and help. That doesn’t mean they can’t also have likes and dislikes.”

The crowd was as silent as a crowd could be until one female reporter stepped up and broke it.

“Will they look like the medical robots you’ve produced in the past?”

Dean felt adrenaline sweep through him. He may hate the press, the tiring and unnecessary revealing these conferences tended to be… But he always loved the reaction after the reveal.

“As I believe I said much too long ago, why don’t I show you?” Dean swept his arm out as a human sized box was wheeled out. It was covered in a red velvet sheet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said loudly, moving away from the podium. He heard the beep of his shirt mic being turned on as he grabbed a fistful of the sheet. “I present to you from Winchester Technology, my Angel Companion: Cas.”

Dean watched as Castiel stepped out and onto the stage, that same look on his face Dean had seen the first day they met.

“My name is Castiel,” he said. “But you can call me Cas.”

A beat of utter silence followed before the crowd went wild.