A/N WOAHHH CHAPTER 100?!?! THAT'S CRAZY.

To recap:

Strings Attached, Chapter 50: Dean and Cas got together.

Strings Attached, Chapter 100: Dean and Cas got together. Again. Cuz they broke up.

Fame Crazy, Chapter 50: Dean and Cas broke up again.

Fame Crazy, Chapter 75: Dean and Cas got back together again.

So what does Chapter 100 hold? *evil laughter*

"Gotta go," Dean says randomly that night, running out the door with very little warning.

"Um... Bye?" Castiel says uncertainly.

It's about ten minutes later that the doorbell rings. Castiel is the one to answer it, greeted by...

"Dean?"

"I told you I'd pick you up at seven," he replies with a grin. He glances down, then adds, "And you're still not ready? God, Cas! Way to ruin a date!"

Castiel chuckles. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he says sarcastically. "Here, come in and I'll go put shoes on."

He lets Dean inside, then goes hunting his sneakers down. He finally returns to find Dean just where he left him, looking overly proper.

"First date means I need a good first impression," Dean whispers loudly, noticing his confused look. "Ah, you have shoes? Awesome. Let's go!"

"Is this fine?" Castiel asks, gesturing to his t-shirt and jeans.

Dean hesitates, then grins to himself as he says, "That's perfect. C'mon."

Dean opens the impala door to let Castiel in, then hops in the driver's seat and begins the journey.

"So, where is this date, exactly?" Castiel asks him.

"That's the surprise," Dean replies. "But you're gonna love it. I hope."

They pull up in a field near the park, and Dean quickly hurries over to open the door for his boyfriend. Castiel looks around, confused. It's literally just a small grass plain. What's going on right now?

Dean answers this question when he pulls a picnic basket out of the trunk. He gestures for Castiel to follow him, and he picks a spot right in the middle of the field. He spreads out a cliché red plaid picnic blanket, then gestures for Castiel to sit. They both take a seat, and Dean starts pulling out food. There's some grapes and strawberries and... a McDonald's burger?

"I stopped at McDonald's," Dean explains. "I know how much you like burgers. And fries. Can't forget fries."

"But I'm supposed to be eating healthy, especially since I'm not really exercising like I should," Castiel tells him.

"Ah, but I planned for that," Dean tells him. He holds out the grapes. "Here, have one."

Castiel eyes him for a moment, then takes one and plops it in his mouth.

"See?" Dean says with a grin, putting the grapes down. "You just had fruit. That instantly makes your whole meal healthy!"

Castiel chuckles. "That logic is so beautiful flawed. I love it."

"And apparently water helps, so..." He tosses Castiel a plastic water bottle. "Drink up and enjoy the 'healthy' dinner I put together."

Castiel shakes his head in amusement. "Yes, very healthy," he jokes.

The two chat while they eat, mostly about stupid stuff like celebrity gossip and good tv shows. It's right around when they finish eating that Dean asks, "Are you cold?" noticing him shiver.

"I'm fine," Castiel lies. It is pretty cold for a May night.

"I can see those goosebumps," Dean tells him. "And something tells me you're not scared of werewolves. Here." He slides his flannel off and hands it to him.

"But now you're gonna be cold," Castiel protests.

"That's fine," Dean tells him. "Take it. You have no choice."

Castiel chuckles and slides it on.

"You should wear flannel more often," Dean tells him.

"Maybe I will, if you keep looking at me like that," Castiel replies with a grin.

Dean gives him a quick kiss, then points to the sky. "It's cliché sunset time," he explains.

They lie in the grass together, watching the sunset in silence. He's seen a lot of sunsets in his life —waiting for concerts to start is much more bearable thanks to it — but none have been as beautiful as this one. Maybe it's how he's not surrounded by all this man made stuff. Maybe it's the silence, interrupted only by the crickets chirping, really setting the mood. But most likely, it's the fact that he's here in this field with Dean, the love of his life, and everything just seems to be going perfectly.

~~

They don't leave until well past nine o'clock. Once again, Dean gets the car door for him, then puts the picnic basket away and hops in the driver's seat.

"How was that for a first date?" he asks.

"It was perfect," he replies. It really was. It was a nice break from everything, and just having that time alone with Dean felt amazing.

"I'm glad," Dean replies. "But our night's not over yet."

"Really? I figured that was it."

Dean shakes his head. "Nope. One more surprise, then it's over."

"Do a get a hint about this surprise?" Castiel asks hopefully.

"Sure. Think back through the conversations we've had in the last few months, and maybe you'll think of it."

"Seriously?" Castiel whines. "That's not helping at all!"

"Then you'll just have to wait and see."

They park on the side of the road in a random neighborhood between the Novaks and Winchesters. Once again, Dean gets the door, being the gentleman he is. Castiel looks around, confused. Is this his way of making sure he doesn't get a sneak peak?

But, to Castiel's surprise, Dean actually walks up to one of the houses. Castiel follows, eyeing it suspiciously. It's small, only one floor, and painted a beautiful blue color. It's a decent place. Castiel just wonders what's inside.

"You ready?" Dean asks, standing in front of the door.

Castiel nods. "Yeah. I think. Wait, what's going on?"

Dean unlocks the door, and the first thing Castiel notices is Misha bounding up to them. He jumps up on Castiel, licking his face. Castiel pulls him off, petting him gently to calm him down.

He looks over at Dean, confused. "What's going on?" he repeats.

"Remember how we decided we should get a place together?" Dean reminds him.

Castiel's eyes widen at that. "This — this is ours? Like, for real?"

Dean nods. "Yep. 100% just you and me. Do you like it?" He seems somewhat nervous about it, which is just adorable.

"I love it," Castiel assures him.

Dean smiles, clearly relieved. "Awesome. Come on. I want to give you a tour."

Dean shows him around, starting with a decent sized kitchen and a small dining area. The living room is pretty small, holding a couch with a coffee table, and a love seat facing a flat screen tv. There's only one bathroom, connected to the one bedroom, which has a double bed with another flat screen tv in front, and next to it is a dog bed for Misha.

"So, how is it?" Dean asks again, seeming just as nervous as the first time, now that Castiel has seen the inside. "I know it's kinda small, but I figure it's just us, so that shouldn't be a problem. Obviously, we can change some things if you want. Just say the word and —"

"I love it," Castiel interrupts. "Really. It's perfect."

Misha walks in behind them and curls up in his bed. He glances up at the two boys, then closes his eyes.

"And I think Misha loves it, too."

"Well, I'm glad," Dean replies. "I got lucky when I found a house this close to everything, too. It's less than a ten minute walk to your house, and just over ten minutes to mine."

"That's pretty convenient," Castiel agrees. "But I have to ask, how'd you get Misha here? He was still at the house when you took me out."

"Lucifer was more than willing to help out with that," Dean replies.

"Lucifer willingly gave up his dog friend?" Castiel repeats in surprise.

"He may love Misha, but he loves Destiel more," Dean replies with a shrug. "I guess he likes the idea of the two of us alone at night. And if you don't want to sleep here tonight and wanna wait 'til tomorrow when we can actually really move in, that's totally fine," Dean adds quickly. "I don't like dogs in the car but we could walk back to your place. The leash is here, so that's not a problem."

"You need to relax," Castiel tells him. "Really, Dean. Calm down. Of course I want to sleep here, because then I can sleep with you." Realizing how that sounds, he adds quickly, "As in, sleeping in the same bed, not... other ways."

Dean chuckles. "Alright, Cas. Whatever you say. So, very important question right now. This decision will effect the rest of your life. Are you ready?"

"Yes?" Castiel says uncertainly.

"Do you want to sleep on the left or the right?"

Castiel gives him an amused smile for how he played that up. "I'll pick the side closest to Misha's bed."

"Good choice," Dean replies. "So, are you tired now, or do you want to admire the rest of the house first?"

"I say admire the house," Castiel replies. "What's left to look at?"

"Well, there's the basement," Dean tells him.

"Alrighty, then. Let's check out the basement."

The first thing Castiel notices in the basement is that there's really nothing to notice. It's fairly nondescript; the walls and floor are a bland gray, and the ceiling is covered in insulation. The room itself is empty, the only exception being the dog bowls and a bag of Misha's food.

"It's up to you where you want to put that," Dean tells him. "And this room can basically be anything. Storage, man cave; whatever floats your boat."

"Well, if we do make this something, we're going to have to add some color," Castiel tells him. "This is just boring."

"Oh, definitely," Dean agrees. "Completely unacceptable as anything but a plain basement. Oh, god, I feel like a sixty year old woman."

Castiel laughs. "Better that than a 25-year-old still living with his parents," he replies.

"Ah, debatable. Oh, hey, wanna check out the yard?"

"Sure."

Dean leads him to the basement door, opening it up to reveal a somewhat small patch of grass.

"And I figure we can fence this in, give Misha somewhere to run free and do his business," Dean tells him. "I know it's small, but it kinda fits with the theme here. So, what do you think?"

"It's still beautiful," Castiel tells him. "But I do like the fence idea."

"Are you just agreeing with everything I say to make me feel better?" Dean asks.

"Of course not!"

"You are, aren't you?"

Castiel sighs and pulls him back inside, shutting the door behind them. He gives Dean a quick kiss, then takes his hand and brings him back up stairs as he talks. "I'm not. I really do love it, and the only things I would fix are to make it more dog friendly so Misha can love it just as much. But as far as I'm concerned, the house is perfect, and I can't wait to share it with you. And I mean it. This is going to be perfect, Dean. Just wait and see, okay?"

Dean nods. "Yeah. I just — I wasn't sure if you were gonna like it, and I know picking it out without you was probably stupid, but I wanted to surprise you with it."

"I can't imagine a better place to live," Castiel replies. "Now, let's go to bed."

But, as they very quickly realize, they didn't quite think that far ahead.

"You didn't happen to bring pajamas for us, did you?" Castiel asks.

"That I did not," Dean admits. "And here you see exhibit 27 of how I screwed up."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Seriously, Dean, relax." A playful smirk on his face, he adds, "Besides, I think we can make do without them for tonight."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Dean asks, grinning.

"Depends. Is what you're thinking something like this?" He pulls off his shirt, because it's May now and it's way too hot to sleep with a shirt on, anyway.

"Oh god, I love you," Dean tells him.

"I know."

Dean pulls him into a kiss, and Castiel doesn't hesitate to kiss him back. It's not a heated kiss, but it's not slow, either. It's a happy medium; it's perfect.

But when Dean starts getting too handsy, clearly wanting something more, Castiel has to push him away. He can't quite tell in the dark, but he thinks he sees a hurt look on his face, instantly making Castiel feel guilty, but he doesn't take it back. 

"Look," Castiel says awkwardly. "I'm fine with sharing a bed — thrilled, actually. But when it comes to..." He gestures vaguely, trying to find the right word for something that goes by so many names. Finally, he just says, "I don't think I'm ready for sex yet." He looks down at the floor, grateful to have the dark as a mask for his likely red face.

"Well, you did say earlier..." Dean reminds him. "But whatever. Jokes are jokes. Got it. If you don't want to do it, I won't pressure you into it or anything. What I will do, on the other hand, is suggest we actually do go to sleep. Can't complain about that, huh?"

Castiel gives him a slightly relieved smile. He knows Dean was a real player back in high school, and he wasn't quite sure how he'd react. He probably should have known, though. It's Dean. What else would have happened, anyway?

"Thanks," Castiel murmurs. "And sorry if I mislead you with that. I just meant, like, the same way we did it last time you slept over, not..."

"It's fine," Dean assures him. "Come on. Let's go to bed."

A/N I can't believe you guys have stuck around for 200 whole chapters between these two books. And guess what? You get to read even more! I'm not ending this one at 100 like I did with Strings Attached. Instead, there's gonna be a whole lot more Destiel fluff, because why the hell not?

Anyways, because I'm a cliché, I just really want to thank you guys for taking time out of your life to read this piece of garbage masquerading around as a book. I really do love each and every one of you. <3