The Loft

Excerpt: Dean went to the living room closet, pulling out the tan trenchcoat, Castiel always wore, despite it being a little loose and boxy on his phenomenal frame. Dean draped the coat over the back of a kitchen chair, along with his own scarred leather jacket.  “Did you know I have Claire in ISS today?” Dean asked as he sipped at his now lukewarm coffee. Castiel groaned as he chewed his bagel. “No,” he said over a mouthful, quickly washing it down with his coffee. “Jimmy didn’t say anything. Jesus, that’s the last thing he needs. What did she do?” “Don’t be too mad; she’s having a hard time. I get it. I acted out hard when my Dad started dating Kate after my mom died.” “I know,” Castiel said dryly. “I’ve seen your record.” “Haha, you have not. I was a juvenile.” Cas hummed in amusement. Claire was a senior. Dean had actually known her longer than he knew Castiel. First, as her Elementary School Gym Teacher, then later, when he made the move to High School Guidance Counselor. She was sassy, sarcastic, and smart as fuck. Claire was also a teenager growing up without a mom, and rebelling at the fact that after nearly five years, her father was finally dating again. Jimmy had just started becoming serious with RN Meg Masters, and Claire was not handling it well.  “So, what did my darling niece do?” “She skipped class with the new girl, Kaia, and they were caught making out in the girl’s locker room.” Castiel snorted. “Yeah, not the smartest place to hide.” “Right? Shoulda used the janitors’ closet by the third pod. Everyone always forgets about that one,” Dean said sagely, and Castiel glared at him, with cream cheese lining his upper lip. Dean chuckled, leaning across the table to swipe the sweetness away and sucking it off his thumb. Dean winked when Cas’ eyes turned dark, tracking the movement. It gave Dean a thrill to know that even sated, Cas still desired him. “I suppose that’s the one you always used?” Castiel asked loftily, and Dean shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Rhonda was always loud, especially if I wore the panties she liked,” Dean said with a waggle of his brows, ducking when Castiel chucked a wadded up napkin at him. “Well, I hope she enjoyed it while it lasted, love, because the only one allowed to see you in silk and satin is me,” Castiel growled possessively, and Dean laughed, standing up and stealing Cas’ plate to put in the dishwasher before his husband had a chance to.  When he straightened up and turned around, Castiel was standing there, trenchcoat on, now toe to toe with Dean. “Have a good day, Dean,” Castiel said, his gravely voice soft and husky, and Dean slipped a hand around his waist beneath the coat, tugging Cas in. “Stay safe, detective,” Dean murmured, a hairsbreadth from those pink, chapped lips, before closing the distance for a sweet kiss goodbye.