Castiel never knew how much his boyfriend, Dean, liked cuddling and holding hands, even though the latter was much more common between them. He never would have pegged him for the type, never.
Dean always seemed so brave and 'macho'...what ever that meant, although, Cas assumed it meant masiculine.
The first time they held hands was at a shitty diner, in some shitty town. A waitress with big, busty breasts and a slender figure was flirting with Dean.
Now, usually Dean would have been all over flirting back with the waitress, but that day was something special, his first date with Cas. No way he would ruin it like that. Dean slid his hand under the table and grabbed Cas's hand and squeezed softly, silently telling Cas he was loyal to him. Cas smiled.
"Sorry Princess, but your not really my type." Dean said. The waitress had gawked, but she walked away. They never did get their food...
Awe well, Cas and Dean loved their form of silent possessiveness, and sometimes when they held hands, Cas would slid his hand into Dean's pants and make it really hard to talk to someome (or Sam) about a case because of the amazing handjob he's recieving under the table.