bakerstreet | hidden relationship

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hidden relationship—

hidden relationship;

The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not supposed to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own.

Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal.

...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other?

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Edited 2018-10-30 19:42 (UTC)

[Could be rival teams, unexpected teammates, or just a couple of dudes trying to hide the obvious.]

[ witch possession leads to things needing to be on the down-low. ]

no smut please.

Dean glanced around the bunker, checking to make sure the coast was clear. With a wide smile, he strolled up behind the oblivious angel. "Heya Cas. Whatcha doing?"

Edited 2018-10-31 16:11 (UTC)

The book he was holding jumps a little as he realizes he was distracted enough to be surprised. Cas turns a little, glancing around the room himself before offering Dean a gentle smile.

"Dean," he greets, still not entirely sure what his friend is comfortable with inside the bunker. "I am researching the symbols we saw last week. It's starting to look like Sam was right. Might have just been coincidentally placed graffiti..."

Not that he thinks Dean really cares. He's decreasingly caring himself, now that they're alone.

Trying not to be amused that he got the jump on the angel, Dean smirks and just gives a nod.

"Teenagers. Probably just saw the symbols somewhere and thought they were cool. As long as they won't accidentally summon a random demon, I wouldn't worry about it."

Dean reaches for the book, his hand covering Cas's own. "Besides, I can think of better ways to spend your time."

Cas is still not used to the easy way Dean can reach for him, now. He smiles as the book is quickly abandoned to him. He turns and checks the area once more before resting the other hand on Dean's hip.

"Here?" Cas is still smiling, head tilting to the side in false incredulity. "You're not concerned that it's too open? Sam's still here..."

"Just checked. In there snoring away. Fell asleep over his laptop again. Considering how long he's been up, I don't think we have a problem."

The book falls to the floor with a thunk. "Besides, isn't the idea of getting caught just a bit... kinky?" His eyebrows waggle suggestively as he helps Cas to his feet.

Castiel's own eyebrows hit his hairline. "You don't mind that? The...risk?"

He stands and leans back against the table to allow Dean closer into his personal space. He isn't a hundred percent sure what he thinks is 'kinky' or not. But he's still binging on Dean's attention and affection, so he's not about to disagree.

"I don't want to make things uncomfortable between you and your brother."

Dean shuffles his feet slightly, and briefly glances down at the floor. This was a subject he had thought about many times. Yeah, he loves having a 'secret' relationship with his angel, but is it bad that he hasn't told Sam yet? Does it make him seem ashamed of what they have? And really, would Sam take it so badly?

"Nah, I wouldn't mind. Might actually be funny to see the look on Sam's face." His face moves back up and his eyes instantly seek out Cas's. The blue sparkles happily back at him and Dean grins widely. "Besides, it would be nice to do this whenever I wanted." And without a second thought, the hunter leans in to place a slow kiss to the angel's awaiting lips.

Castiel can't help but melt into a touch like this. Kissing Dean is different from all the other kisses he's ever had in his long life. Possibly because of the fathomless depths of emotion behind each and every one, on his side. He doesn't often question it enough to think deeply on it. He just enjoys each moment.

Castiel's hand tightens on his hip as he makes a soft noise against Dean's lips. He kisses back just as slow, eyes closed and all his senses focused in. When he pulls back, his whole face is broadcasting his affection.

"That would be a nice improvement. Not that I'm complaining, Dean."

"Yes, it would be," Dean breathes out, his hand roaming up Cas's back. "Would also be nice to feel you up when I wanted," he says with a grin, because he's Dean and he's obligated to make such comments.

Cas isn't sure if he wants to roll his eyes or smirk about that comment. In the end he just grabs the front of Dean's shirt and hauls him in for another kiss, this one a bit more heated than the last one.

"As long as I have the same access."

Dean smiles stupidly as he steadies himself, "Whatever you want, angel." Grabbing the back of Cas's head, Dean pulls the other in, kissing and lightly nipping Cas's bottom lip between his teeth. He leans forward slowly, sending Cas back onto the table behind him.

Cas doesn't mind the change in position. But, embarrassingly, he lets out a small moan at the 'angel' endearment instead. He can't help it; Dean has always been free with these pet names for people he was attracted to. It means something to Castiel to have one of his own, even if it's really just a noun to describe him.

Cas bites back in a far lighter way, hands going to his waist and pushing under the hem of Dean's shirt. "You should be careful, Dean. Dangerous to grant someone whatever they want."

Dean chuckles as he swipes a tongue inside Cas's mouth. "I love living dangerously." Sliding his hand up to join Cas' own, he helps reveal the skin peeking from underneath his t-shirt.

Castiel lets his hand roam against this skin. It's warm and smooth under his palm and Cas can feel Dean's pulse beneath it. He kisses Dean back, mimicking the swipe of tongue and then letting it linger with small kitten licks against Dean's.

The feel of Cas' skin on his is addicting and he tries not to moan at the touch. Don't want to peak too early, especially as they have all night. Dean pulls at the trenchcoat, attempting to slide it off his angel's shoulders. "You have way too many layers on."