Cas's eyes open when the sun comes up. It's barely morning, but he isn't surprised to see Dean's green eyes staring back. Now that the angel has become human, it's common knowledge that he sleeps the longest. Dean doesn't seem to mind.
Dean leans on his arm as he shifts, bringing both hands to the front.
'Good morning' he signs with slow movements of his hands as Cas yawns.
Cas smiles sleepily, signing 'good morning beautiful' back to his deaf husband before leaning in for a kiss.
Dean blushes a little, and it's Cas's favorite, because it always makes his freckles darker and tinged with pink.
'I am watching you mad' Dean signs to Cas. Cas furrows his eyebros, tilting his head. He grabs the notebook on their side table.
'You just signed to me that you're watching me get mad,' writes Cas.
Dean reads it with a scowl, then sighs. Cas pushes the notebook to the bed showing Dean the proper sign.
'Sleep,' Cas signs.
'Sleep,' Dean tries again. 'I'm watching you sleep.'
Cas smiles, kissing his husband on the forehead in praise before signing 'very good.'
Dean wiggles his eyebrows playfully: 'Eileen's been teaching me a lot. Like-'
Cas grabs Dean's hands and pushes them down into the sheets.
'Dean!' he signs, scolding. 'That's inappropriate!'
But Dean just throws his head back, laughing. And that's exactly the moment Cas realizes that Dean is messing with him.
Dean buries his cheek into the fluff of the pillow with a crooked half smile, his hair disheveled and his eyes bright.
The stare at each other, both with dorky grins, kicking toes under the sheets. It's been three months since the accident where Dean lost his hearing and almost the same amount of time has passed since Cas became human. Cas and Eileen have been teaching Dean sign language, helping him adjust to hunting without hearing, but Dean still has a lot to learn.
Lovingly, Cas puts both palms over Dean's ears cupping them as if his long-absent grace is attempting to heal them.
"Hi," Cas mouths as if the hands are the only thing keeping Dean from hearing the word.
"Hi," says Dean back, his speech slurred and different since the accident, but, in Cas's opinion, more beautiful than ever.
But it's just a game they play. Because Cas knows and Dean knows, they don't need angelic grace or the ability to hear. In fact, there is something beautiful that stems from the silent, very human world they share
Dean puts bot of his own hands over Cas's holding them tight against his face as he smiles.
"I love you," Cas mouths.
"I love you, too," says Dean.