When Castiel woke up for the second time that night, the sun was already up. The curtains were open, the whole room basking in sunlight, and Castiel felt a very nice and precious kind of happiness fill him at the thought that today was Saturday, he thus had no classes, no appointment, nowhere to be, and as a result, every right to just stay right there, in bed, and enjoy that fine morning, and even the rest of the day if he wanted to. Or he could get up, go to the library, pick up some books and sit somewhere, anywhere, at Starbucks or at the corner of the street and just read, or go eat something, cook, even. This felt like the sweetest, purest form of freedom and he made sure to close his eyes for a few seconds, simply savor it.
Dean was not up yet, he could hear him snoring faintly, feel his warm breath in his hair. The man was a cuddler, that was for sure, and even though Cas thought of himself as an affectionate person, he had not been expecting Dean, Dean and those warm arms of his wrapped around his back, tightly, his legs entangled with Castiel's, his fingers pressed at the base of Castiel's spine, delicately, or the way he nuzzled his hair in his sleep from time to time. On the previous night, the man had seemed hot and unreachable. When Castiel had first woken up and vomited rivers and oceans into Dean's toilet, he had turned into a caretaker, gentle and dependable. But now, he was just like... like a lover and a child, at the same time. Protective, yet clingy, well, positively so.
"...Dear Jesus, I am not too sure what I did exactly to deserve this, but... uh... I have to say, thank you. Really," he muttered, feeling like those words did not even begin to cover it but not knowing what to add to make it better. Bigger.
"Well, you're welcome, my child," A deep, cracked, sleepy voice whispered back, and, that was not Jesus. A hand gently moved up his back until it rested on the nape of his neck and wonderfully delicate fingers started stroking his skin, nothing sexual at all, yet he felt something set and move at the pit of his stomach.
Definitely not Jesus.
"Sorry, Dean, I didn't mean to wake you up-" He started, feeling a little bit embarrassed now as he had not expected to be overheard, for Dean had been in pretty deep sleep when he had first spoken, but there was not much he could do about it now anyway.
"Don't worry babe, we're good." Dean mumbled back, burying his face into Castiel's hair again, as if trying to hide away from the light. "And for the record... I'm pretty glad I got to meet you too. Really glad, actually," he whispered. Castiel felt his heart start beating faster in his chest, or maybe just harder, louder, something of the like. It felt like it was trying to climb its way up his throat and out of his mouth. "But man, can you throw up. Where do you even store so much pu-"
"Oh god don't say that!" Castiel pulled his hands up to cover Dean's mouth with them, effectively cutting him off mid-sentence and preventing him from going on any further. His face was burning with embarrassment, and he felt like he was going to just dissolve into nothingness any second from now. "I'm so sorry- I know I ruined your bathroom but- I mean, please don't... don't say it like that! Don't say that word!"
"What, pu-" Castiel gasped and pressed his hands a bit harder down over Dean's mouth, and normally he would have felt bad about using so much force, but there was no questioning Dean's strength, he was solid and Castiel knew he could take some roughness. And goodness, Castiel hated that word. The 'p' word. He hated it. It was just- it was gross.
He could feel Dean smile against the palm of his hand though, and once again something shifted deep within him, something big and heavy and it moved even further down, or up or wherever it was going inside his belly, or his heart, or whatever it was, when he felt a kiss being pressed to his fingers.
Out of surprise, he pulled back a little bit, but Dean's hands were running down his arms already, then they were on his hips once again, pulling him back into the embrace, and the next second Dean's face was buried into his neck.
"I feel like the lucky guy here is definitely me, man I just... I don't think I can even start to explain it properly." He whispered so softly Castiel could barely hear him, but his heart jumped all the way up once more when he felt a pair of warm, slightly wet and plump lips press a kiss against his neck.
"Feel like getting some breakfast, Cas? I don't think anyone's up yet, 't's way too early."
Castiel actually hesitated. He wanted to stay there and enjoy Dean's attention a bit longer -a lot longer-, but his stomach was still painfully empty after his adventures from the previous night. As if on cue, his belly grumbled loudly at the mere thought of food, and he found himself blushing madly.
"Well, that kind of answers it," Dean laughed against his skin, pulling back to finally look him in the eye. Castiel felt as though he had just been punched right in the face as Dean's incredible beauty hit him once more, and he found himself blinking. Then staring. A lot longer than he meant to.
Dean frowned, sensing that sudden change from him.
"Cas, you alright? Something wrong?" He asked quickly, reaching out for his face. "Feeling sick again? No puking in the bed-"
Castiel mentally cringed at Dean's word choice yet he tried to ignore it and instead, took a deep breath.
"No, it's just- I was just thinking, you... you look, uh..."
"What?" Dean shot back automatically, his frown deepening, and Castiel felt himself panic a little. "I look what?" Dean went on when Castiel failed to reply, obviously getting a bit panicky himself.
"Perfect-" Castiel answered before even thinking it through. Instantly, he felt his face turn red, bright red, burning hot with embarrassment.
Dean's expression was a very interesting one, a mix of surprise, pride, happiness, faint awkwardness and... affection. Castiel could definitely see the affection in there, and it made him... it made him feel nice, nice and good.
"Sorry I didn't- I didn't mean it like that, well I did but, it's just... Now I see you in daylight and it just kind of hit me..."
Now it was Dean's turn to blink, before he started chuckling and Castiel's stomach did that thing again, not the hunger thing but the emotional one. That smile was just... dazzling seemed too weak a word to describe it.
"Man, I feel like we're just doing that whole thing in reverse." Dean eventually sighed, that crazily good smile still shining bright on his face. He shifted though and Castiel was a little bit disappointed when he stepped out of the bed, but then Dean offered him a hand, helping him climb out as well.
"How about we go get that breakfast before you pass out on me, then try to do that whole thing from the start again, properly this time?"
Castiel felt himself agreeing completely with the breakfast part, but he was a bit confused as for the rest.
"'Properly'? Was that not proper, um, college interaction? Last night, I mean?"
Dean was laughing again, and even though Castiel was never quite sure how he managed to that kind of reaction from him that often, he couldn't deny the fact that it made him very happy.
"Dude, last night was everything but proper. I guess it was kind of okay for whoever looking for a quick hookup," he started, then Castiel felt a hand settle on the small of his back, guiding him out of the room and in what he assumed must have been the direction of the kitchen. As expected, no one was up and the whole house looked completely empty.
"But right now... I'm talking 'proper dating', Cas. Cause that's what we're gonna do, and we're gonna do it right."
Alright, sorry, that took a lot less time to write than I thought it would, so I hope it all sounds alright...
I just wanted to say that you guys are awesome. Really... I had no idea where to take this, and now I just want to keep working on this AU forever.
I'll try not to screw it up!
