Dean woke up suddenly, disoriented at the bright light shining in his face and at how empty his arms felt. He blinked once, twice, three times before rolling over to check the time on his mobile. He poked around on random phone buttons, drowsily, with eyes half closed until the screen showed him the time. With a jolt, he sat bolt upright, it was 11.45am.
"Oh shit," Dean groaned to himself.
He had intended to be up around 8.00am to treat the love of his life to breakfast in bed. No wonder he had woken up with empty arms, Cas had long since left for work. Dean heavily flumped backwards onto the bed and sighed deeply. He resolved to make it up to Castiel tonight. Hell, he planned to go to town on the whole thing. Candles, wine, even a rose or two. Who said Dean Winchester wasn't a closet romantic?
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and heaved himself from the warmth of the bed. Once he was standing, he looked around the room.
"Jeeeeez," breathed Dean, low in his throat.
The room looked as though a whirlwind had blown into it and wrecked utter chaos. There were clothes everywhere and that meant...everywhere. Dean wondered briefly how exactly his boxers had made it onto the ceiling fan. Not that Dean couldn't remember every little sordid detail from the night before, he could remember it all too well. Dean chuckled to himself. He had barely made it through the apartment door before Castiel had passed him against the wall and engulfed him in deep passionate kisses that made Dean growl deep in his throat. These kisses coupled with Cas' roaming hands had quickly led the two men into the bedroom. It was a memory that Dean would never forget. He glanced up at the suspended boxer shorts once more, laughed again and walked into the en suite bathroom.
After one of the quickest showers of his life, Dean emerged from the en suite in a cloud of steam with a white towel slung low over his hips and water droplets racing down his chest muscles. He picked out the pinks silk panties that Cas had bought him, as a joke. He thought about the evening ahead. If tonight went the way he was planning, well..neither of them would be wearing very much. Throwing the rest of his clothes on, Dean realised that he was working against the clock. Since it was now 12.15pm, he only had roughly four and a half hours until Cas was due home and he had plenty to do in that time.
After picking up all the clothes that were scattered from one end of their room to the other, Dean put the load in the washing machine and wondered to himself when he had become so domesticated. A year ago he would not have been caught dead doing something this homely. Dean smiled to himself as he thought about how Cas had got him house trained in such little time. With the apartment tidied to the best of Dean's ability, he grabbed his keys and headed out of the front door.
The farmer's market was not Dean's favourite place in the world, he was unused to all of the different noises that made his old hunter senses stand on end but he adored all of the smells from all the produce. He braved the farmer's market as often as needed though, as he loved how fresh the food he picked up was and when he cooked, he only cooked with the best. Dean made the decision to go for simplicity over sophistication and picked up the ingredients for Cas' favourite dishes.
Struggling to get his key out of the lock, Dean shouldered the door open and staggered in with his arms full of the brown paper bag and bunch of flowers he had found on his way home from the market. He had seen them and just had to buy them, as he knew that Cas loved sunflowers.
"Pfft who said romance is dead?' questioned Dean to the empty apartment.
Dean had always prided himself on his ability in the kitchen, even before he had become so domesticated. He had started experimenting in the kitchen when him and Sam had first found the bunker and developed a great love of cooking. Dean hit play on the nearby CD player and the apartment was filled with the music of Elvis. Man, he loved him some Elvis. Dancing into the kitchen, Dean began preparing the food, continuing to dance as he seasoned the meat and listened to the sizzle as it hit the hot pan. With the main preparation done, Dean went to set the table and lifted the bunch of sunflowers before they got the chance to wilt in the heat of the kitchen. Laughing to himself as he set the cutlery down, he knew it wouldn't be used. The flowers were plopped into the mostly unused vase in the centre of the table and Dean added a cup of water into them. He plucked the biggest sunflower out of the vase and jogged into the bedroom to gently place the sunflower in the middle of Cas' pillow.
While in the bedroom, Dean decided on a quick change of clothes. He picked through his wardrobe the find his comfiest jeans (the ones he didn't need a belt with) and one of his tightest t-shirts. Just to show Cas that tonight, he meant business.
