The silence in the room swelled between Cas and Dean. Shit, Dean thought. Now he had to deal with these feelings. Would Cas want to talk about them?
"I'm starving. Pancakes? Or would you prefer something else?" Cas asked, turning to go into the kitchen.
"Um, that sounds fine. Can I help you this time?" Dean asked.
"Please."
Dean couldn't believe the angel didn't want to talk about what had happened between them in the study. He set to work finding a skillet and flour to make the batter.
"Coffee?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, sure," Dean said.
Cas began to make a pot, while Dean quietly mixed up the batter for the pancakes and dolled it out into the pan. It was quiet. Dean couldn't stand it.
"Okay, man, what the hell?" Dean asked suddenly.
Cas looked bewildered.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"We made out with each other and you just don't bring it up?" Dean asked.
"I know you do not like to discuss feelings. I thought it would make it hard for you, so I decided to let you talk about it when you were ready," Cas said, pulling the syrup down from a shelf and setting it on the table.
Damn. The angel did understand him. Dean felt like an ass.
"Ew," Cas said, examining his fingers, sticky from syrup residue on the bottle. He walked toward the sink to wash his fingers off. Dean caught his arm before he could turn on the water.
He brought Cas' syrupy fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one to clean the syrup off. Cas closed his eyes at the erotic feeling and Dean had to suppress a smile. He moved his mouth down to nibble on the soft flesh between Cas' thumb and pointer finger. Cas made a soft sound in the back of his throat. Dean let go of his hand and moved back over to the stove to make breakfast.
"You don't play fair," Cas said. "You tease."
"I don't do any such thing. I was just cleaning your hands off for you," Dean said.
Suddenly, Dean felt hands on his waist, spinning him around to face Cas. He felt a shiver go through him when he realized how close the angel was. Cas leaned in, barely brushing his lips across Dean's neck, while his fingers traced circles down the hunter's toned body.
"You do not want to start a teasing war with me, Dean," Cas breathed into his ear, nipping it slightly with his teeth. "You are sure to cave before I am."
Cas tilted his head closer to Dean's, their mouths nearly touching. Cas slipped his tongue out and slowly licked Dean's bottom lip. Then he blew a hot breath on the moisture, making every hair on Dean's body stand up. He pulled away, leaving Dean breathless.
"Are you sure about that?" Dean asked, trying to recover some of his resolve.
He moved forward and caught the angel in his arms. He slipped his hands under Cas' shirt, dragging his nails and calloused hands down his back. Cas gave a soft moan, then leaned in to speak directly in Dean's ear.
"I'm sure. And you are burning breakfast," Cas said.
"Shit!" Dean straightened up and hurried back to the stove, trying to ignore Cas' laughter behind him.
"This isn't over," he said in a huff.
Cas only laughed harder.
Breakfast was saved, but the pair ate their meal with knowing glances at each other, unnecessarily brushing hands when they reached for things, just to feel the electricity between them.
Dean tried to pull his thoughts together. So the angel wanted a personal war? No problem. He could hold out longer than Cas any day. At least that's what he kept telling himself. But Cas kept shooting him knowing glances the rest of the day, "accidentally" bumping into him, looking for any excuse to touch him. After dinner that night, they sat down in the living room, knees slightly brushing.
"How about a movie?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good. But I get to pick. No lovey mushy crap," Dean said sternly.
"Whatever you want," Cas said, standing up. "Before we do that, though, I think I'd like to take a shower."
"Angels don't need to shower, Cas," Dean said, but Cas ignored the comment with a smirk. Carefully, he began to slip off his tie and unbutton his shirt, one painstakingly slow button at a time. Dean's breath hitched in his throat. Cas smiled as he reached the last button, and slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop gracefully to the floor.
Cas looked Dean straight in the eyes as he smoothed his hand over the button on his pants. With a small, sensual pop, the button opened.
"Okay, popcorn. I'll make popcorn," Dean said, jumping up and hurrying to the kitchen. He thought he could hear Cas laughing.
Red in the face, Dean set to making the popcorn. He was losing this war. He needed to step up his game if he expected to outlast Cas. And it was only day one of a week! He breathed deeply as he poured the popcorn into a big plastic bowl. He could do this. He smiled a big grin, and walked back to the living room to wait on Cas. He didn't have long to wait.
"What movie are we watching?" Cas asked, looking adorable in his pajamas.
"I was thinking Armageddon. End of the world, apocalypse kind of movie," Dean said.
"Ah, the apocalypse. We don't see enough of that in real life," Cas said.
"Are you being a smartass?"
"Not at all. It will be interesting to see this from the view of humans. Who wins, the angels or the demons?" Cas asked.
"It's not that kind of apocalypse, Cas. Just watch, you'll like it."
Cas and Dean settled into an old sofa to watch the movie. Dean silently applauded his movie choice. There was no way anyone could get romance in an apocalyptic movie. He could have a break from thinking of Cas in that way, and enjoy some manly, fire and destruction in a movie.
Soon after, Dean was kicking himself. How could he have forgotten the love story? Jesus, it was central to the movie. Had it really been that long since he'd seen it? He watched the movie in embarrassment as Liv Tyler had animal crackers run over her body by Ben Affleck. Dean chanced a look over at Cas, whose eyes were glued to the screen.
Dean thought this was his chance. He moved the popcorn bowl to the table and sat closer to Cas than before. Cas hardly noticed at all, he was so into the movie. Dean put his hand on Cas' knee and leaned near his ear. Cas stiffened under his touch.
"You like that kind of thing?" Dean whispered, tongue licking and nipping at Cas' ear. Cas gave a whispered yes, and brought his hand up to meet Dean's face. He brought the hunter's lips down to his own, giving a swift and gentle kiss. When they broke apart, Dean looked down at Cas, surprised by the fierceness in his expression.
Dean gave a small grunt in his throat and lunged at Cas.
"I win," Cas said breathlessly.