Chapter 2

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Cas whooped and flung his arms out in his mad dash to meet Dean outside, tossing his phone somewhere in his room. He ran through the hastily opened door and down the hall, through the common meeting room, past a startled Karla, and out the door. He ran and jumped into Dean's waiting arms as his lips sought Dean's, legs encircling his middle and his arms wrapped around Dean's neck. They stood there, Dean holding Cas up with strong, tan arms, his eyes closed enjoying the nearness of his boyfriend as they kissed.

When Cas pulled away to look into Dean's eyes, he saw happiness and amusement in them. Cas yipped in delight and squeezed Dean again, burrowing his face into his shoulder and neck. Dean laughed and tried to adjust himself so he was holding Cas in a more comfortable way.

"Cas, I was really hoping you would show a little enthusiasm at seeing me…" Dean mocked.

"Yeah, well… I was kind of expecting to have the evening to myself. I guess I can share it with you instead."

Dean kissed his nose and tried to lower him onto the sidewalk outside the dorm. Cas tightened his legs and arms so he wouldn't fall.

"Cas. I love you. But, you're really heavy."

Cas pouted and lowered himself. "Are you calling me fat?"

Dean laughed and slung his arm over Cas' shoulder. "Yup."

They walked to the front of the dorm. Dean reached out to open the door and found it was locked. He looked at Cas, noticing Cas' state of undress. He was wearing shorts and no shirt. He was also blushing and his bright blue eyes were wide with embarrassment.

"You left your keys in your room, didn't you?"

Cas nodded. Dean thunked his forehead against the metal of the door. Apparently, Karla took that as a knock and opened it. Cas grinned in sheepish thanks to his RA as he walked passed her with his fingers interlaced with Dean's, dragging him in behind him. Karla smirked and waved as she headed down to her room, leaving the boys to walk in the opposite direction.

Once in his room, Cas leaned his back against Dean as they sat on the bed. Dean held him in the warm embrace within his arms, breathing in the smells and sensations of being so close to him. He had turned on the iPad music app, listening to a playlist of instrumental music. He found a comforting peace just lying in bed with Dean. They had nowhere to be. They had no one to answer to, for tonight at least. They were not likely to have interruptions. It was nice.

"Were you hungry?" Dean asked with a soft whisper.

Cas shook his head. "I would rather just sit here like this."

"Well…" Dean rummaged in his pocket for his phone. "I'm hungry. Pizza okay?"

Cas smiled and nodded, resting his head against Dean's sternum. He was able to hear the deep rumble of Dean speaking on the phone through his chest. He closed his eyes and pressed his ear closer to Dean's skin. He was able to hear the steady beat of his heart, the whooshing bellows of his lungs, feel the growing warmth of his skin. He inhaled the smell of Dean. He smelled of soap and the ever-present ghost of the garage that soap couldn't wash away. He opened his eyes to see the nails and fingers of Dean's hand had the tell-tale marks of a mechanic. No matter what Dean used or how hard he scrubbed, the gear grease, motor oil and gasoline stuck to him. Cas loved it. He loved these little nuances of Dean's life that remained with him no matter where he was.

Dean smiled as he watched Cas turn his hands over in scrutiny. Cas always seemed to enjoy memorizing every little thing about the lines and grooves, the blemishes and scars, the curves and edges of Dean. It pleased him that someone should find him so engrossing.

Twenty minutes later, Dean told Cas he wanted him to watch for the pizza guy while he started loading boxes for the trip in the morning. Dean had made two trips and thanked Cas profusely for selling the books when he was told about the conversation with Joey. Dean mumbled something about getting Joey a gift card or something as he hauled another heavy box out to the parking lot. When he returned from the third trip out, Cas was handing the pizza deliveryman cash and carried the pizza box to his room. Dean followed behind him.

"How did you get so much stuff, Cas?" Dean huffed out as he looked at the three other large boxes and the suitcases still to be loaded into the vehicle.

A bunch of the things that Cas accumulated was from the many outings he had with Dean or other friends and when he went with Mike and Riley to tournaments. He picked up things from the ground, bought things that would remind him of his time, or was given things as promotions or gifts. Cas tended to gather these things like a magpie gathers bits for his nest. Cas smiled and shrugged.

They ate their pizza and Dean gathered Cas to him once he was sated. He pressed his nose into Cas' neck and sighed as if he was a balm, soothing his ills. Cas closed his eyes and listened to the music emanating from his iPad as he relaxed in his boyfriend's arms. The next thing he knew, he was waking to the sounds of birds, the warm beam of sunshine through the window and the soft rise and fall of Dean's chest pillowing his cheek, his breath puffing against his neck.

He didn't move, but enjoyed the scents and sensations of having Dean surround him as he woke. Dean's breathing changed and Cas knew his reverie would soon be over. They would need to finish packing up the car before they went to hunt for breakfast. He felt Dean dip his chin to look at the sleepy form on his chest. Cas felt the inhalation and the chuckle. He felt Dean's hand move to brush the dark hair back from his brow. Cas blinked up into Dean's green eyes and smiled.

"What do you feel like doing today?"