Dean Winchester Does Not Cuddle.
He doesn't. Ever. The end.
Except, apparently, he had broken that rule. Dean Winchester had four rules:
Dean Winchester picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Dean Winchester puts family first.
Dean Winchester is not gay.
Dean Winchester does not cuddle.
Those were his only rules for himself. He figured that, in the crazy-ass hunting world he lived in, he might as well make some rules for himself to maintain some semblance of structure.
Except, he had broken rule number 4. He did not cuddle, and he certainly was never cuddled, but some shady one-night stand he didn't even remember had decided to fracture Dean's rule.
Problem number one was that Dean had broken a rule. Problem number two was Dean had no idea who he was sleeping with.
"As cute as you two are, we need to get a move on." Came a grumbly voice. Dean opened one sparkling green eye to glare at his brother, who was in the middle of brushing his teeth. "Don't look at me like that, Dean. We gotta get a move on."
Dean made a grumpy gurgling noise and gently nudged at the person lying next to him. "Hey, babe, wake up." He muttered.
Sam snorted around his toothbrush and raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you call Cas babe?"
Dean's eyes shot open. Cas? Sure enough, the angel was holding Dean close, snoring softly and still wearing his ridiculous trench coat."WHAT THE FUCK, CAS?"
"Hmm?" Castiel muttered, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What?"
"Why the fuck are you in my bed?" Dean asked, turning red. Castiel looked up at Dean with big, tired doe eyes.
"Got sleepy. You're cozy." He mumbled, wrapping his arms snugly around Dean's waist.
Dean huffed and crossed his arms. "I am not cozy. I am tough. And… and firm."
Castiel scooted a bit closer until Dean felt the warm press of Castiel's face against the side of his thigh. Castiel's breath ghosted over Dean's knees and he shivered, heat crawling up to his cheeks.
Sam snorted, again, and opened his mouth to make a comment, but Dean silenced him by throwing a pillow at him, knocking Sam's toothbrush out of his hand and spraying toothpaste all over the wall. The toothbrush landed in a pile of dust bunnies by the wall.
Sam rolled his eyes and returned to the bathroom, intent on finding a new toothbrush.
Dean glared at the bathroom door, and then Sam, until he got the hint and left without him. Sam finished off the case by himself, because vampires be damned, Cas was sleepy.
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"Damn it." Dean muttered and kicked the ground. "Damn it! Cas! Get your feathery ass down here!" Dean shivered and rubbed at his arms. "CAS!"
"I'm here."
Dean spun around to find Castiel, imposing as ever, standing behind him. "Oh, thank god, Cas. We just finished ganking a witch, but she locked Sammy in the car or something. I have the keys, but I can't open it, so we can't go anywhere. And, fucking hell, is it cold!" Dean frowned for a moment and then kicked the ground, as if that might persuade the world to warm up. He sighed loudly and then looked over at Castiel. "Can you unlock the doors so we can get going?"
Castiel didn't say anything, but he marched over to the car, first removing his trench coat and shoving it into Dean's hands.
"Do you want me to hold this or…" Dean asked, holding up the coat apprehensively.
"Put it on." Castiel said, rolling up his sleeves. Dean caught himself staring at the corded muscle of Castiel's forearms before he huffed and reluctantly put on the jacket, grateful for the warmth but slightly uneasy. "This is really fucking gay." He muttered to himself, frowning slightly.
He didn't realize that Castiel could hear him, but Castiel shrugged in response. "Not particularly. Friends give friends things, right? Besides, I don't need it right now."
Castiel looked the car over again, running his hand down the side of the Impala in a way that made Dean shiver but not from the cold.
Castiel frowned and blew out a sigh. "I don't think we'll be able to get into the car until morning. We'll have to wait for the spell to wear off."
"What?" Dean asked. "Really? That's never happened before, usually all the crap stops when we gank a witch."
Castiel ducked his head a bit, so his eyes were shrouded. "Something's different this time."
"Really? What? Should we be prepared for something?" Dean asked. When Castiel didn't respond, Dean stepped forward and put his hand on Castiel's arm gently. "What's wrong, Cas?"
Castiel blinked once, hard, as if waking up, and he stared at Dean's hand. Dean didn't stop touching him, but he was a little confused.
"Cas?" He said, voice hushed.
Castiel snapped up and shook his head vigorously. "No, no. Nothing is wrong."
"You sure? You're acting…" Dean started, then watched Castiel bite his lip nervously. Dean turned bright red and he eyes were trained on Castiel's lips. "... weird."
"Hey!" Came a muffled voice. Castiel and Dean turned to see Sam rapping his knuckles on the inside of the window. "Have we come up with a plan that doesn't involve me being stuck in here and suffocating?"
"Did you try rolling down the window?" Dean spit at his younger brother. Sam rolled his eyes and pressed heavily on the button. For a moment nothing happened, but then the window rolled squeakily down an inch.
Sam glared at it, but it refused to move down more. "Congrats, Dean. Your car is shit."
"Bitch." Dean growled.
In an uncharacteristically childish move, Sam stuck his tongue out at Dean. "Jerk."
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, then turned back to Castiel. "Well, what are we supposed to do?"
"Wait it out." Castiel said, and then sat down. Dean stared at him for a moment, confused, but then Castiel tugged on Dean's pant leg like a child. "Sit." He commanded.
So Dean did.
They both leaned against the Impala, shoulders just barely touching. Dean shivered again, and he told himself it was because he was cold, but he was lying.
Castiel could feel Dean shuddering beside him, and he said, "Are you still cold, Dean?"
Dean nodded. "A little, yeah."
Castiel seemed to consider it for a moment, then he hugged Dean fiercely. Dean stiffened for a moment, then tried to push Castiel off. "What the fuck, Cas, get off me!"
Castiel frowned, but didn't let go of the struggling Dean. "No. You are cold, I am warm. So, I'll keep you warm. We're going to be out here all night, Dean. Complaining isn't going to solve anything."
Dean frowned and huffed. "This… this is gay. The coat isn't that gay. But this, this is really gay."
"Get over your homophobia, Dean, or else you're going to freeze." Castiel grumbled, lacing his fingers together over Dean's shoulder. Silently, still slightly grumpy, Dean opened up the coat and scooted closer to Castiel so they were huddled in Castiel's monstrously large trench coat. Castiel eyed him strangely, and Dean blushed. "Can't have you freezing either, Cas."
Cas ducked his head to hide a small smile.
They talked for a while, about the case and then about life; Dean wanted a slice of cherry pie, Castiel wanted a pet bee. Eventually, Castiel's voice trailed off in the middle of a sentence and his head lolled, landing on Dean's shoulder, fast asleep. Dean snorted, amused, and observed the way Castiel's breath puffed out when he exhaled, until he heard his brother knock on the window of the car. Dean turned to watch as Sam blew on the glass until it fogged up, and then drew a heart with C+D inside. Sam cackled from inside the car, and Dean flipped him off.
Dean watched Castiel sleep for a couple moments, happy to see the angel at peace in sleep, before closing his eyes.
They woke up in the morning warm and tangled together, with Castiel's head resting comfortably on Dean's chest, their arms wrapped around each other, and Sam complaining loudly about being cold and air-deprived in Dean's crap car all night.
As soon as Castiel woke up, Dean scuttled away from him, eyes averted and blushing hard, loudly declaring his heterosexuality whereas Castiel just calmly put on his trench coat and brushed the dirt off himself.
Before they got back into the unlocked Impala, Castiel came up behind Dean and quietly said, "I like cuddling with you."
Dean's eyes shot open and he stomped his foot. "I. Do. Not. Cuddle!" He insisted petulantly.
Castiel's only response was a small whimsical smile.