A/N: HELLO! Yes, I know. Technically supposed to be working on Suicide Squad, but the plot bunnies nibbled. A lot. And now i don't have toes.
That got weird super quick.
Disclaimer: I do not not Supernatural or any of the characters within.
Every morning, Castiel Novak woke up in a good mood. He knew what would happen most days, which was nice. He wouldn't ruin this routine for anything.
Cas's eyes would usually flutter open around six in the morning. His body was always warm, buried under a sheet with his lover snuggled up beside him. Dean's breathing would be even, calm. Cas loved to just stare at his boyfriend for minutes and minutes and minutes. Right up until the second Dean's alarm clock went off at six thirty. Then Dean's eyes would open, and those beautiful fanfiction-green eyes would stare at him smilingly.
They would get up, and Castiel would shower first as he took the shortest amount of time. Then he would go downstairs and start on breakfast while Dean took his own shower, many minutes longer than Castiel's own. While the coffee brewed Cas liked to just sit at the table. Sit at the table and listen.
Even though he had to start breakfast, make it outside and to work before he was late.
From upstairs, discordant notes echoed throughout the house. Cas smiled, taking a sip of his orange juice. The clock read 7:25 and he would be late in ten minutes, but Castiel didn't mind. This was routine. Wake up, get up, shower, and listen. He was late many mornings. But again, he didn't mind.
Because Castiel would never want to miss his own private concert.
A/N: Short story is short. Also, this is loosely based off a story that I found from Fullmetal Alchemist, so if you know the original and see the similarities, that's why.
I hope you enjoyed. BYE! ;3