AN: I know the formatting is messed up on the previous chapters and I keep trying to fix the layout, but for some reason it's not taking. I'll try to fix it again in a few days. Anyway – enjoy!

He and Sam share clothes all the time. It's the sort of thing that comes with being siblings of the same gender and living in each other's pockets. When Sam wakes up and grabs a black t-shirt that's technically his, Dean doesn't even blink.

When Sam layers with a mixture of flannel and denim shirts, half of which are his and half of which are Sam's, he hardly even clothes is no big deal for him. It's just how life has always been.

So why the hell does he feel like he's fighting a stupid grin when Cas wanders into the kitchen in nothing but boxers and his faded Zeppelin shirt? Cas has so few of his own clothes that it's no surprise that he'd raid Dean's wardrobe. Hell, Sam may have divided their collective wardrobe with Cas, to make sure he has enough. It's sensible.

That's not helping Dean with the warm feeling he's getting. Furthermore that shirt is pissing him off, with it's freakin' loose neckline. He's always found it comfortable, the way it sags below his collar-bone, but now it's irritating him; giving him glimpses of Cas' clavicle and chest.

He forces himself to turn away on continue fixing the mug of coffee he'd been fixing when Cas entered.

"Are you alright, Dean?" Cas ask, suddenly behind him, with an empty mug of his own.

Dean jumps and swears "Dammit, Cas. Don't do that!" sloshing coffee onto the counter as he does so. He snatches the roll of paper-towels and begins wiping up his mess.

"I apologize. Since you saw me enter the room, I did not think I would startle you." Cas responds, looking vaguely contrite.

Dean doesn't bother answering and simply tosses the sodden paper-towels into the trash. He grabs his mug from the counter and takes it to the table. "All yours." he says, gesturing to the coffee-maker, smiling slightly to indicate he's not as mad as he sounded. Seeming pleased, Cas pours himself a mug.

Dean watches him covertly, tossing quick glances his direction, unable to resist grinning at Cas being so domestic. And in his shirt none-the-less. A sudden dejavu hits him, because he's done this before.

Not with Cas, of course. But with certain bed-mates, who he's spent a week or so with. It's a "morning after" routine. Wearing each other's clothes and sipping coffee together. Only he doesn't remember ever feeling this content. The realization startles him and a swear slips out before he can stop himself. "Son of a bitch."

Upon hearing him Cas turns around, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright, Dean?" he inquires.

"Candy corn!" Dean declares, because he was panicking and it's the first thing that came to mind.

Cas's brows furrow in utter confusion and Dean quickly recovers himself, adding. "I forgot to get candy corn the other day. It's a big part of Halloween, man."

Cas' look of confusion alters to one of concern and he says "Candy corn? That sounds as though it may be related to the corn-based sweetener that the Leviathans were using in their plan to overtake humanity."

Dean laughs and waves away Cas' concern with a hand "No - not at all. It's really just flavored sugar that looks like corn." he explains. "Well, actually it doesn't even look like corn, but, whatever. It's just candy. And it's delicious." he assures.

Cas seems to be debating asking why it's called candy corn if it carries no resemblance to actual corn so Dean add "You'll like it - trust me."

Cas answers with a serious expression, saying "I've always trusted you, Dean."