Entrapment
"What do you feel like tonight, babe?" Dean asked off-handedly with his back to the other in the motel room, fingering through the menagerie of brochures on the wood counter across the room, "we have all these restaurant pamphlets and two hungry stomachs, right? Ohio apparently likes to do Vietnamese a lot, half of these are like that."
Turning around in response to Castiel's blank presence he finds him sitting at the foot of the king bed hunched over, flipping through the free movie channel with mute expression.
"Uh Cas," Dean says motioning towards the man, "we've sort of burned through all of the good flicks on that thing. We've spent practically the entire day light in bed, watching old Bruce Willis and Julia Roberts movies."
"An odd mix, if I may so comment, Dean," Castiel said, keeping his focus on the screen but letting slip a playful grin from his face, changing between two 90's box-office hits and their information.
"Well yeah, I guess," Dean said, blushing, "but it was still nice. And besides, you're the one that really wanted to check out Erin Brockovich." Dean walked over to Castiel and sat besides him on the bed, mimicking the same position the other man was in, holding a brochure between his hands.
"And it would also be awesome to go out, eat a little pork and rice, give chop sticks a try," he said teasingly as he nudged his fist into Castiel's side. The man leaned into the nudge and hung his head with a chuckle. He then slipped his lips behind Dean's neck and pressed a long, soft kiss against his skin. Dean had been so entrapped by the embrace, feeling Castiel's stubble and breath brush tenderly against his skin, that he didn't immediately feel the bed creak and move as Castiel slid back his body, resting it on the head board, motioning to select Entrapment.
He came back to reality just then. "Cas, what are you doing?" Dean said, bemused.
"I want to watch another movie, with you, Dean," he said as he swung his arms open to signal Dean.
Dean couldn't help but pick up on the child-like tone in his voice. His face was simple, soft and puppy-like, and Dean was compelled to gravitate into the man's body. All day they had snuggled there in that bed, simply watching movies and stretching between showings. Dean's stomach squirmed, but his heart lurched in his chest at seeing Castiel.
Dean succumbed to his partner's whim and motioned across the bed to Castiel, easing himself into the other's chest, draping an arm over his stomach as Castiel held his body close and snug to his. They began to silently watch the movie as the opening credits rolled over the scene.
By the time the actual plot began Dean's stomach growled with torture. Castiel tensed up at that and Dean didn't have to look up to know guilt flashed across his face.
Beating the man holding him to respond, "Hand me the phone, Cas, I'll order this take out," Dean said nonchalantly. He never looked up to see his reaction, but he could sense the look of surprise and earnest adoration on Castiel's countenance as he grabbed the phone stationed on the side table, handing it to Dean. Without disturbing their position Dean dialed the number on the pamphlet niched between his thighs and glanced the menu as he and Castiel watched the movie in bliss.