Author's Note: Revisions have been made 3-12-2018

Saturday, December 2nd

"These… these make me very happy." Castiel moaned appreciatively into his burger. He closed his eyes again savoring the taste.

Dean chuckled across from him, mouth full of food. "Glad to hear it, Cas." He washed down his bite with his soda. "Hey, how long have you lived here?"

The angel wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. "Almost a month. Why do you ask?" He took another bite.

Dean shrugged and swallowed his food. He lifted his bottle and gestured around the room. "It's just so empty. I was poking around when I got here and all I saw were rooms with boxes."

Castiel finished the last of his burger wiping his hands on the napkin in front of him. "I guess I just haven't really had the time to put things the way I want them." He slid out from his chair grabbing his plate and reached out for Dean's as the hunter finished his last bite as well.

"Well," His mouth was still full of food. "What's your vision?"

Castiel set the dishes in the dishwasher and leaned his back against the counter. He contemplated his options before pushing off the surface and stepping forward. "Come on, follow me." He swiped up his soda bottle and Dean skimmed out of his seat to follow him. Castiel took him to a pair of double doors on the bottom floor. There were dozens of boxes filled to the brim with books as well as a four-person squishy cream sofa, a standing lamp, a dark wooded coffee table and a matching end table. "I was kind of hoping to make a mini library." He set his soda down on the table and pushed a couple boxes to the side kneeling on the floor. "I was thinking of having someone build shelves directly into the wall. From the floor-," He stood up on his tippy toes, hand as high he could reach it. "-to the ceiling." He stepped away from the wall and gestured around the room. "On every wall. Well except-," He shuffled over to the back pushing aside more boxes. "Above the fire place." He motioned over to it.

Dean set his own soda down to take in the room. "What kind of wood?" Cas's hands fell.

"What?"

Dean looked into his curious big blue eyes. "What kind of wood do you wanna make the shelves out of?"

Castiel tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "I-I guess I hadn't really thought of that. Should I have?" It was amazing how many human customs he learned every day. He had never made anything himself and it never dawned on him that he might have options if he'd hired someone. However, he'd surely just go with whatever the builder recommended.

Dean looked around the room again and walked towards Castiel. "See, I was thinking we could keep it simple and do pine wood." He reached down and pulled out a large black hardcover book. "I think as long as we keep your heavier books on the bottom shelves it should be fine." He set the book down and let his eyes fall on Cas's. "Tell you what, I'll go to the hardware store and get some supplies. My guess is you don't have a toolbox, do you?" Castiel shook his head. "You happen to know the measurements of this room?"

Castiel pointed in the direction of the kitchen, his eyes still on Dean's. "There's a folder with all the measurements and features of the home from when I bought it in the kitchen."

"Great. I'll go grab that and head to the store. Any idea what color you want your shelves to be?"

"Dean you don't have to-," The hunter clasped Castiel's shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze.

"It isn't a big deal, Cas. Just tell me what color you want."

"But Dean I-,"

"Castiel." His hands fell from Cas's shoulders and the angel's mouth clamped shut. "I want you to have a safe place to enjoy all your books." He crossed his arms and smirked. "So, tell me what color you want."

Cas bit his lip uncertainly and glanced around the room. "Something…" His eyes fell to Dean's. "Green." He took a step closer as he studied the hunter's eyes. They were green and unyielding, like a wild forest… "Moss." He darted his eyes between Dean's. "Like a mossy green."

The hunter cleared his throat and Castiel immediately pulled away. "Great. I'll get all the supplies and you work on getting these boxes out of the way." He clasped the angel's shoulder again with a tight squeeze and then started maneuvering his way through the boxes and to the double sliding doors.

Castiel stumbled after him. "Dean, wait!" He hesitated in the doorway blinking expectantly at the angel. "Let me give you my card or some money for the supplies-,"

Dean held his hand up. "No Cas. It's fine. I've got it. I'm a hunter." He winked. "Fake cards, and plenty of money from hustling pool." Castiel gave him a warning look. "Relax, some of it's from a real job." He shrugged. "I work part time at another retired hunter's auto shop." He placed the hand that was in the air on Castiel's neck. The angel involuntarily shuddered at the cold ring on Dean's finger. The hunter closed the gap between them and placed a chaste kiss on Cas's lips. "I've got this, Sweetheart." He thumbed his cheek a couple of times before pulling away, letting the palm of his hands slide from Castiel's face. He stepped over a few more boxes and winked before disappearing into the kitchen.

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Around 2PM Dean had finally begun cutting the pine wood pieces. Castiel was sitting on top of a work bench watching Dean use an electric saw in the center of the garage. Every time he'd do a few pieces, Cas would stain them and lay them off to the side to dry. He disappeared inside for a moment grabbing two water bottles and flagging Dean down to take a break. He removed his head gear and jumped up on the work bench with Castiel stripping off his gloves. "I think we're making pretty good time." He took a generous drink from the water Cas brought him. He let out a satisfied sigh. "We can probably finish all the cutting and staining by dinner time."

Castiel raised an eyebrow. "You want to finish this all in one day?"

Dean shrugged. "Why not? This way, I can leave them overnight to dry and we can put them together and hang them up in your library tomorrow."

Castiel smiled brightly. "I'd like that, Dean." He smacked his hand to his forehead. "Shoot! Tomorrow's Sunday." Dean furrowed his eyebrows giving him a 'duh' expression. "I'm sorry -it's just." He bit his lip. "I always have brunch with my brother James, well he likes to be called Jimmy, but I always have brunch with him and his family on Sundays!"

Dean took another drink of his water. "Is he an angel too?"

Cas shook his head and bit his lip looking at the slabs of drying wood. "No, it's… it's complicated."

The hunter leapt off the work bench. "It's alright, Cas. I can put it all together when you go to brun-,"

"Iwantyoutocomewithme."

Dean leaned back startled. "What?"

Castiel blushed at his outburst. "I…I want you to come with me." He darted his tongue between his lips and rubbed them together. "I just mean that you're my… well… you know. And I just think that I'd like my brother to meet you." He leaned forward eagerly, his eyes shining bright with anticipation. It was crazy to ask an almost stranger to meet your family after two days of knowing each other, right? Then again, this stranger was his husband. He ran his tongue over his teeth nervously and Dean groaned.

"Cas, you gotta stop looking at me like that." Castiel put his hand over his mouth to try and hide his smile. "It's distracting." Dean whined throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling. "Yes. I'll come with you."

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By the time they had dinner, the wood was cut and stained and they were sharing comfortable conversation at the table. Dean told Cas about his mother's death, life on the road with his father John before he died at the hands of a crossroads demon and his little brother Sammy. Cas smiled as Dean spoke so reverently of his younger brother. He found that the longer that Dean spoke the more he liked the sound of the Winchester's voice. It was silky, comforting… and Castiel didn't know how he'd survived without it. It was intoxicating.

The hunter broke him out of his trance when he asked about Castiel's family. The angel chuckled nervously. He talked about being raised by Michael, when his vessel's angel father left, and human mother died in child birth. About his archangel brother Gabriel who taught him everything he knew about baking and his human brother James who had married his high school sweetheart Amelia and had a little five-year-old named Claire.

After they'd finished their meal, went up the stairs and into the bedroom, Castiel hesitated. Sure, they'd had… an intimate night two nights ago, and last night Dean had gone… well Castiel assumed he'd gone to his own home so this would be their second night together. Dean was stripping out of his old Metallica shirt and Castiel couldn't help but eye his naked torso. How was it possible to be so chiseled and yet so soft…? He gently removed his own button up, having abandoned the suit jacket and tie hours ago. He shrugged the shirt off throwing it carelessly on the floor, he'd deal with it tomorrow. Dean had already slipped out of his jeans and Cas forced his gaze to stay to the floor. "Hey Cas," He looked up and Dean was scratching at his chest. "Where did you unpack my sweat pants?"

Castiel smiled at the oddly domestic question. "In the third drawer of the dresser."

"Thanks." He turned back to the dresser and Castiel took the free moment to strip out of his slacks.

"Dean, do you mind tossing me mine?"

Dean pulled out a pair and held them up. "These?"

Castiel nodded and held out his hands. Dean was staring at him unblinkingly. He clutched at the pair of pants in his hands. Dean's gaze slowly made their way from his thighs, hesitating at his hips and up to his unbelievably blue eyes. "Um. Dean?" The hunter couldn't help but quiver at the low vibrato.

"Yeah Cas?" His own voice was hoarse and scratchy. He swallowed hard.

"Can I…?" He trailed and thrust his hands out a little farther.

Dean shook his head. "Oh right, right." He tossed the pants over and turned away flushing furiously. Once he heard the rustling of clothes and the snap of a waist band he turned back around eyeing the angel once more. "Are those- are those bees on your pants?"

Castiel looked down and chuckled. "Yes, yes they are." He hummed proudly. "I like bees. They're quite interesting. Their hive mentality reminds me much of heaven."

Dean laughed and made his way over to the bed. "You're something else, you know that Cas?" He slid underneath Cas's cream sheets and red and black flannel comforter. Castiel hesitated before sliding in the other side beside Dean. He reached over and switched the light off. As he closed his eyes, flashes of their first night together danced across his eyelids. He snapped them open and shivered involuntarily. "C'mere!" Dean reached out and pulled Cas closer letting him nuzzle his face into his bare chest thinking the angel was cold. His arm around Cas squeezed a little tighter crashing Castiel's bare chest flush against Dean's side. The angel was sure Dean could feel his heart beating in his chest.

Dean burrowed his face into Cas's hair and his heart fluttered as he kissed the top of his head. He felt warmth spread from Dean's lips, through his face, his neck and his chest, down to his fingertips, through his legs and down to his toes….

Castiel hummed appreciatively and draped an arm over Dean's chest. For now, he wouldn't question it. "Night, Cas."

"Goodnight, Dean."