1989

In which Cas quotes Taylor Swift's new album, Dean develops an embarrassing Pavlovian response, and Sam and Kevin have enough blackmail for a lifetime.

In other words, Dean's life is over and Sam, Kevin, and Cas are to blame.

A/N: This is a little extra bit I wanted to write after my homegirl T-Swift released her fifth album 1989. There's not really a plot and it's completely fluffy and dorky and ridiculous. Also, things get briefly sexy in this part; nothing explicit, just alluded to and heavily implied.

Dean wasn't even gonna try lying this time.

He knew just how he'd gotten into this situation, and he was pretty ticked about it.

Actually, he was kinda happy.

Make that really happy.

But he'd be happier if it weren't so goddamn embarrassing.

It all started a few weeks ago, when Sam bought Taylor Swift's new album. Things went downhill pretty quickly from there.

ONE MONTH AGO

Dean walked from the kitchen to his room and pushed the door open, smiling at the sight of the lump of blankets that was situated in the exact middle of the bed. He hummed under his breath and set the bowl of cornflakes and the cup of coffee that he was carrying on the bedside table.

"You gotta get up some time," he told the lump.

The lump groaned in protest and wiggled a bit.

"I brought you breakfast," Dean persisted.

The edge of the blankets lifted and blue eyes gazed out at him from the blackness. "Cornflakes?"

"Plain cornflakes in a bowl, no milk or sugar or nothin'. Also coffee, loaded with sugar," Dean replied with an amused grin.

Cas emerged from the blankets and sat up, giving Dean a close-mouthed peck before grabbing the coffee mug and taking three large swallows. He sighed contentedly and smiled sleepily up at Dean.

"Thank you," he said, setting the coffee down and picking up the bowl of cornflakes.

"You're a weirdo," Dean said with a laugh.

Cas rolled his eyes and scooped up a handful of the cornflakes and heaped them into his mouth. Dean leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Love you," Dean said.

Cas paused in his chewing. "Ruv you poo," he said in a muffled voice.

Dean laughed and turned to leave his room - their room - and closed the door behind him. They'd fallen so easily into this new rhythm of theirs that it was embarrassing it had taken so long. It had only been a few months since they'd finally gotten their heads out of their asses, but it felt like they'd been this way for years. And, in a way, they kind of had. All it had taken was a teenage witch and a couple cursed CDs to make it official.

Still, though, Dean got freaked out by the consistency and commitment every now and then. He'd convince himself it wasn't real, that it was going to end, and that he wasn't worthy. But whenever he did this, Sam was always there to pull him out of the dark and Cas was always there with forgiving arms. And slowly, Dean began to accept the idea that they were in this for the long run.

Dean made his way toward the library, hoping to read up on some Bantu mythology to start the day, maybe look around for a case. He stopped dead in his tracks when some bouncy, poppy shit hit his ears.

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
I'm just gonna shake, shake -

"Sammy, what the fuck?" Dean said, walking through the door to the library.

Sam and Kevin were sitting at a table together, Sam taking over one side with books and research on sea monsters, and Kevin on the other side with his notes and textbooks spread everywhere trying to write a paper for one of his online college classes. The offending music was coming from Sam's laptop speakers.

Sam paused the music and looked up. "What?"

"Seriously, man?" Dean said with raised eyebrows.

"It's good music," Sam defended. "Besides, I thought maybe you'd have a deeper appreciation for Taylor Swift's lyrics after your, uh...close personal connection to them."

Kevin sniggered and Dean glared at him.

"You wanna listen to that shit, use headphones," Dean snapped. "Don't subject the rest of us to it."

"Come on, Taylor Swift brought you and Cas toge - "

"You shut your face," Dean growled just as Cas entered the library carrying an empty mug and bowl. He stalked over to Cas, grabbed him possessively, and shoved his tongue down Cas' throat. Sam and Kevin's resounding groans filled him with triumph, but he didn't have time to dwell on that, as Cas was now dragging him back to their room.

THE NEXT DAY

Welcome to New York
It's been waiting for you
Welcome to New -

"Really?" Dean asked tiredly. "You too?"

Kevin looked up and shrugged. "It's addicting."

"You all make me sick."

TWO DAYS LATER

Kevin and Sam could listen to Swift's girly pop shit, fine. But he drew the line at Cas.

Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done

The unmistakable voice of Taylor Swift greeted Dean when he walked into their room. Cas was sitting at the desk, translating a text from Enochian to Portuguese for Kevin. Cas' iPod was plugged into the speaker set and Cas was humming along to Taylor Swift.

"Cas, babe, please tell me you're not listening to that 1975 crap," Dean said tiredly, draping himself over Cas' shoulders and muting the music.

"The album name is 1989. The 1975 is a band," Cas replied. "They're actually very good as well. Have you heard - "

"Sammy!" Dean shouted as he straightened up. "Quit corrupting Cas with your girly music!"

They'd started Cas' music education a few months ago when Cas discovered disco pop and played Le Freak by Chic for nine days straight. Kevin was in charge of classical music and Dean was in charge of classic rock and Sam took it upon himself to introduce Cas to every single type of music out there, including bluegrass. Cas' music tastes went through weeklong phases. One week it would be Panic! at the Disco and Fall Out Boy, and the next week would be Broadway show tunes, and the next week would be weird Swedish folk songs. This week was apparently Taylor Swift week.

"I like it," Cas mumbled, looking down. "For the longest time, I couldn't understand music. All I heard were tonalities and rhythms and the technicalities of it set to words that sometimes rhymed. Now...now I can feel the emotions expressed, the way music moves, and I want to experience as much of it as I can."

And really, what could Dean say to that?

So he could tolerate Cas listening to Taylor Swift, as long as it made Cas happy. But things got a little weird when Cas started quoting 1989 lyrics at him.

FOUR DAYS LATER

Dean backed Cas up until the former angel's calves hit the edge of the mattress. He pushed Cas over and Cas bounced slightly on his back, then propped himself up on his elbows to watch as Dean unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh my god, look at that face," Cas said in that rough voice of his. "You look like my next mistake."

Dean paused. "What?"

"Love's a game, wanna play?" Cas continued.

"Cas, what are you talking about?" Dean said, concerned.

"They're lyrics," Cas replied.

"...Taylor Swift lyrics?" Dean guessed.

Cas nodded and sat back up, trailing his hands over the waistband of Dean's jeans.

"That's weird, dude," Dean said, raising his eyebrows, but most of his attention was focused on Cas' fingers tickling the skin at his waist and belly.

"I've found that her lyrics are rather insightful and powerful," Cas said, unbuckling Dean's belt. "And oftentimes - " He unzipped Dean's pants and looked up at him with a heated gaze. " - useful."

"H-How so?" Dean asked, his throat dry.

Cas grinned and leaned back, shimmying out of his pants and pulling his shirt off over his head. He stretched out on the bed and grinned at Dean.

"To the fella over there with the hella good hair," Cas said seductively. "Won't you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake."

Dean swallowed, thought to himself that he was probably going to hell again when he died, and crawled over Cas.

Things got worse from there.

SPNSPNSPN

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds," Cas breathed in Dean's ear one night as he pressed into Dean.

SPNSPNSPN

Dean stroked Cas' face, smiling at the sleepy look in Cas' eyes.

"We're a crooked love in a straight line down," Cas murmured, kissing Dean's nose.

SPNSPNSPN

Dean was flat on his back, panting and sweating, eyes on Cas as he writhed above Dean.

"Boys only want love if it's torture," Cas growled.

Dean groaned, fingers digging into Cas' thighs.

Cas grinned down at Dean and bit his lip. "Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn you."

SPNSPNSPN

Cas' hands were on Dean's ass, his mouth on Dean's back.

"Heaven can't help me now," Cas murmured, licking down Dean's spine.

Dean shivered and moaned.

SPNSPNSPN

"This love left a permanent mark," Cas said as he cuddled up to Dean, fitting his hand over the handprint scar on Dean's arm.

Dean smiled and put his hand over Cas'. "This love is glowing in the dark."

TWO WEEKS LATER

Things had gone too far. Things had gotten weird. Things had gotten...strangely kinky.

All due to Taylor fucking Swift.

And Sam had noticed.

"Um, Dean?" Sam said one morning over breakfast. "Were you two listening to Taylor Swift last night while you, um...?"

Panic flared in Dean's gut. His hand tightened on Cas' knee.

"What? No. What are you talking about?" he said way too quickly.

Sam eyed him. "I'm just pretty sure I heard Out of the Woods coming from your room last night, along with other...noises."

"You're crazy," Dean replied.

"Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?" Cas asked.

Dean choked as his dick gave a twitch. Oh no. Oh fuck no -

Sam and Kevin exchanged incredulous looks.

"No," Dean said, alarmed. "No, it's not - "

"Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream," Cas said, eyes alight with mischief.

Dean groaned and slammed his head on the table as Sam and Kevin cackled.

ONE WEEK LATER

Sam and Kevin had decided to make it their life's goal to make Dean's life a living hell, and Cas - the filthy traitor - had joined them. They thought it was funny to surprise Dean at inconvenient moments with songs and lyrics from 1989 and laugh at Dean's random boners. Dean's dick had learned to associate that damn album with sex, and it didn't help that Cas reinforced this by whisking Dean to their bedroom or the nearest bathroom or wherever was most convenient whenever Sam and Kevin did this.

"Possible case just over in Nebraska," Sam said one day, looking at his laptop. "Two employees at an American Eagle were found strangled by clothing after hours. They were three days apart."

"Definitely sounds funky," Dean replied. "I'll grab Cas. Let's load up now."

"Did they wear short skirts and while the monster wore t-shirts?" Kevin asked, poking his head out of his study.

Dean glared, but thankfully his dick gave no mind to the lyric, which was from Swift's second album. "Ha, didn't work."

"Yeah, but this does," Kevin replied, pulling out his phone.

"No - no!" Dean shouted, running out of the library and down the hall just as the opening vocals of Bad Blood began to play.

SPNSPNSPN

An hour and a half later, they made it to the Conestoga Mall in Grand Island, Nebraska, without any boner incidents, only because Dean threatened that if Sam played even so much as a note of a 1989 song in the car Dean would have Cas give him a blowjob right then and there.

"Agents Balin, Anderson, and Kantner," Dean said as they walked up to an employee folding clothes. "Where's the manager?"

"That would be me," said man walking up to them. "What can I help you with?"

"What do you know about the recent murders of your employees?

A nearby mother gasped and pulled her child out of the store. A couple teenagers exchanged side-glances and shuffled away.

The manager glared. "Announce that a little louder, will you?" he said.

"Are you trying to hide something?" Cas asked.

"No, of course not," the manager replied. "It's just bad for business. And frankly I don't like thinking about it."

"Did anything unusual - " Dean started, but cut off with a choke as the music in the store changed.

Nice to meet you, where you been
I could show you incredible things

"Sorry?" the manager said.

Dean's pants were suddenly very tight, and Sam was turning red with the effort of not laughing. Cas had a look of absolute disbelief and amusement on his face.

"I, um - " Dean tried.

"Agent Balin," Cas said, pulling on Dean's arm and whispering into his ear, "It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight."

Dean staggered, an embarrassing heat rushing through his body.

"I want you for worse or for better," Cas breathed.

Well. There was no going back from that.

"Agent Anderson, you take over," Dean said decisively. "Agent Katner and I will, uh...check the backroom for, um, evidence."

Sam nodded, an entirely too gleeful look on his face. "Yes sir," he said.

Dean nodded back, looked at Cas and nodded, and then set off for the back of the store with Cas in tow.

"He's so tall and handsome as hell," Cas murmured as Dean closed and locked the backroom door. "He's so bad but he does it so well."

Dean fit his mouth over Cas', hands working at undoing Cas' tie. "I hate you," he said when he pulled away.

Cas grinned. "You are in love," he quoted.

PRESENT

And that was how they'd ended up in this situation, half-naked and slumped against metal shelves holding more pairs of jeans than Dean had ever seen in his life.

The stars cleared slowly from Dean's mind as he caught his breath.

"We," he said, shaking his head, "are nasty, dirty old men."

Cas gave him a look that was both amused and lascivious. "How do you mean?"

"We just screwed in the backroom of an American fucking Eagle because a goddamn Taylor Swift song came on the radio and gave me a boner," Dean said in explanation.

Dean frowned as Cas laughed and leaned in to kiss Dean softly. Dean licked along Cas' lower lip and allowed a feeling of happiness to bloom inside the overwhelming feeling of mortal embarrassment.

Cas pulled away and grinned toothily. "Like any true love, it drives you crazy," he said. "But you know you wouldn't change anything, anything, anything."

Dean groaned. "Shut up," he said, pulling Cas back in for another kiss.

And life was never worse, but never better.

Told you it was ridiculous ;) Hope you enjoyed, cause I enjoyed writing it

And if you haven't listened to 1989 yet, you should totally do so cause it's amazing and I've been obsessed with it for the past month

~Ki

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PPS. That last line is a lyric from Wonderland by Taylor Swift, a bonus song on the 1989 deluxe version

Disclaimer: I still do not own any of these lyrics. All of the lyrics in this bit belong to Taylor Swift