Cas felt the warmth of the sun on his back, the soft cotton of Deans' baseball sweats, and the scent of Deans' shampoo.
He stretched out on the empty bed; He felt like he reached Nirvana.
Dean walked into the sun drenched bedroom. A crooked smile plastered on his face, droplets of water falling down his bare chest, his hair damp from the shower and eyes looking like jade stones.
After putting his dirty clothes in the hamper; he went and laid ontop of Cas in the bed. Castiel didn't mind. They've thrown themselves ontop of one another for ages now. Getting adjusted to the weight of either a slightly heavier body or a smaller one. It wasn't the weight that they felt; it was warmth. Being cared for. Almost like nesting, or a mother bird caressing her young by placing her wings around them. It felt safe.
"Are you ever gonna' get up, Bee?" Dean questioned, placing warm kisses to Castiels' ear.
"Mm, if you keep don't that I won't." His eyes felt droopy again. The warmth of Dean ontop of him and the soft kisses to his ear was lulling him to sleep again.
Dean chuckled at Cas' sleepy state. They Laid there for a while longer. Just enjoying eachothers presence in the warm November sun. Not a care about anything else; just each other.
A timid knock on the door brought them out of their dreamy state.
"Yeah?" Dean replied; His voice muffled due to his face still plastered to the side of Castiels ear.
"Honey," Deans mother said through the door, "I have breakfast ready down stairs, is it just you or is Cas here too so I can fix him a plate?" Mary said, her voice hinting a small cheeky smile.
Castiels pulse picked up. They didn't think about the morning. How was Dean going to explain Cas' presence? He's spent the night before, but both sets of parents were notified and as much as Mary trusted Dean he'd have to leave his door cracked open. Needless to say; His door wasn't cracked in the slightest.
"Uh, haha, yeah. Cas is here Ma'..." Cas felt Dean move off his back and turned in the slightest to look at him through the slit of his eye. He saw Dean in his nervous state. He had one hand rubbing the back of his neck, a blush forming on his cheeks, and pointedly looking only at the floor. The floor that had the contents of the previous night.
"Okay then, come down soon." And with that she was gone.
"Dean, what are we going to tell them?" Castiel asked. Frantically getting off the bed to go to the mirror to check for any noticable hickeys-there was none-but there was a limp with how sore he was. He sucked in a sweep of breath through his teeth. The burn of how sore he was felt like it hurt more than a 5K he did bi-weekly. But he could always play it off as sore from track practice, right?
"Bee, calm down. There's nothing that shows that we had sex last night. They don't know and they won't know unless we want them too, and I kinda' want to keep it between us. They know everything else about our love life and this is something special. So, please Angel. Relax." Dean said as he got up from the bed. He slowly wrapped his arms around Cas' waist. Pulling him into his chest.
"Okay, Dean. I can play off the soreness from track practice and we can say I came over because you weren't feeling well and I didn't want you to be alone." Cas ran the plan through his head a couple of times. He was satisfied with it. He too wanted to keep what they did last night a secrete. They didn't have much that was just theirs. People always found out where they were or when they said things to each other.
At first in their relationship Dean would keep everything very public. From proclamations to displays of affection. That's just how Dean was. But, the first time they kissed it was very private. They were in Castiels room talking about the themes of The Great Gatsby. Right in the middle of Castiel explaining all the different signs of god in the book, Dean leaned over to kiss him. It was simple and hesitant. At first Castiel didn't know what was going on, but when he realized, he kissed back fully. They stayed like that for a while. Full pink lips pressed against chapped dusty rose ones. After that they liked to keep things private.
Dean would still be very protective and possessive of Castiel. It wasn't until a transfer student started hitting on Castiel that Dean would walk him to every class and then kiss him 'goodbye'. The transfer student got the hint.
"Lets go eat, Bee. My stomach is going to collapse if it doesn't get food in it."
They slowly made their way down the stairs. Cas, limping, and Dean latched onto him like he was a life line.
"Hey, boys." John Winchester greeted them. A huge grin plastered on his face.
"Good morning, Sir." Castiel mumbled shyly. He looked at the hard wood floor, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Mornin', Dad." Dean grinned. The grin not fully reaching his nervous eyes.
They went and sat at the table. John on the other side with coffee and a folded newspaper. The smell of bacon and freshly squeezed orange-juice flowed through the air.
"So, what did ya'll kids do last night?" John question. The grin evidently not leaving his face.
"Um, Dean wasn't feeling well, and, I, Uh. I wanted to make sure he was fine. So I, uh, got dropped off and stayed with Dean. And we um, we, watched, uh. A movie." Castiel stuttered out. A light blush crawling up his face. He fiddled with his fingers under the table, hoping he sounded like he was telling the truth.
"Uh huh, what movies did you watch?"
"Star Trek" "Star Wars" they answered at the same time. Shit.
"I think your mother needs help in the kitchen." Castiel said. Quickly getting up from the white wooden chairs.
He forgot about how sore he was; thus making him take in a sharp hiss of air. And fall back on the chair.
"You okay there, son?" John said through a small fit of laughter.
"Yeah, um, intense buttox work out and five K.." Castil mumbled. Dean placed a warm hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles in apology.
"I'll bet!" Mary chipped in, her and Sam came in carrying in the plates of food.
"Wha- What?" Dean sputtered. His face turning a slight shade of red.
Sam smirked. He placed the plated in front of both Dean and Castiel.
"Nothing, honey." Mary sing songed.
Castiel swallowed a large lump in his throat. What if Deans parents were home when we were doing stuff and heard us? They couldn't have. Maybe it's just my guilty conscience that's making me think that everything they say has some sort of alternate meaning? I mean the couldn't know. Yeah, they can't know.
Castiel was thrown out of his thoughts with the sound a very shocked and sputtering Dean Winchester.
He followed Deans' eyes down to the plates.
Shit.
The plated held pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. But that wasn't what made Dean and Castiel turn impressive shades of red. It was on the pancakes that did so.
On the pancakes held a very loopy and sideways writing of "CONGRATS ON THE SEX MY BABY BOYS"
"What? We didn't-uh- no!" Dean practically yelled.
"Yes. Yes y'all did!" Mary squealed. She cupped Castiels cheeks from across the tables and look him in they eyes.
"Castiel, honey. Look me in the eyes and tell me that y'all didn't have sex. If you can do that; ill believe you." Mary said. She knew he couldn't do that. She knew that they did indeed have sex.
"Dean and I, um, did not-" his eyes wavered. Of course. He couldn't keep this thing-the sex- a secrete! He wanted it to be special and for he and Dean only to know. He screwed up.
"Please excuse me." He said. His voice thick with disappointment and eyes glassy with tears.
"Bee, no." Dean whispered. Lightly grabbing Castiels wrist as he got up to flee the room.
Castiel disregarded Deans words. He knew he hurt Dean.
He slipped his wrist out of Deans light grasp and left to bury himself back under Deans duvets and quilts.
Once in Deans room; he found Deans hoodie that he wore constantly and pulled it over his head. Inhaling the scent of his lover. But wetting the deep red fabric with tears and making it look brown.
He pulled the blankets over his head. A slightly orange tint from the natural sun light flowed through.
He closed his eyes and told himself that everything was going to be okay. But he knew it wasn't. Dean was hurt and so was Castiel.
Yesterday was so perfect. They were perfect. And now, they weren't.
Castiel curled himself further into fetal position, Wrapping his arm around his legs. The thick blankets and hoodie crowded his function of hearing. All he heard were mummers and blurs of voices from downstairs, a screech of wood against wood and thumps up the stairs.
Deans bedroom door opened, letting in a draft of warm air and the smell of already cooling breakfast. All the now louder murmur of voices were muffled once again when the door was closed with a slight "creek".
Castiel guessed it was Dean. He had an uneasy feeling between hope it was and hope it wasn't. He didn't want to see how hurt Dean was. He didn't want to see the disappointment.
His guess was proven correct when a warm body pulled the covers off of Castiel and over both of them. He pulled the fetal-positioned into his chest and curled his legs around the form of Castiels.
"Angle, you okay?" Dean quietly asked. His hand rubbing Castiel's back.
Castiel couldn't talk yet. His voice was gone and all the would come out were bubbles of whimpers and choked tears. So he opted for shaking his head "No."
"Why you crying, Angel? I don't like to see those pretty blues with tears."
"B-Because I couldn't l-lie. I.. I disa-a-p-pointed you and.. and now we won't have something that-that's j-just ours. They know. They know and n-now you are hu-hurt too, Dean. D-don't lie to me and-and tell me you're not. I m-mess messed up. A-and you have t-to suff-ffer. B-baby I s-so so-so s-sorry." Castiel cried into Deans chest, fisting his hands into the fabric of his shirt, pulling his body closer to Deans.
"No, Angel. I'm not disappointed. Mad? Yes. They took it too far and hurt and made you think that i'm disappointed in you. And i'm not, Bee. I'm not. I know that I wanted to keep something for us- And I fuckin' do. I want something that only we know about. That only me n' you share. And in a way we have something like that. But god no, Bee. I'm not disappointed in you.
Ma' knew you couldn't lie to her. And thought you'd come straight to her, but she forgot how shy you are. The only reason they know is because she thought I actually was sick and opened my door last night when they came home from seeing that flick'. She said she saw me n' you holding on to each other naked. And that she saw the lube and condoms on the floor open, so she pieced it together. And then she got Dad and Sammy and showed them too.. They say they're sorry.
But, fuck, Bee. You scared me. You got really doom-and-gloom and hid yourself. I know you only do that when you're really, reeeally upset. And I don't want my Bee to be upset. I love ya'. You being upset makes me upset cuz' we're a team and we both are so fuckin' codependent, or whatever, that we need eachothers happiness to be happy. So open those baby blues and stop cryin', please?"
Castiel took in all of Deans words. How sincere he sounds, how broken he sounds.
Dean held Castiel until he could only hiccup. He swiped his thumb over Castiel's damp cheek and smiled when a baby blue opened.
"That's what I like to see, Bee." Dean smiled sadly.
"M' sorry Dean." Castiel whispered. His voice dry from the crying and his body tired from the emotional exertion.
"Don't be, Bee." Dean whispered back. Kissing Castiels forehead.
"Dean, what do we have that's just ours?"
"Well.."
-tbc