"Cas, are you awake?"

He had been holding the angel for nearly an hour now, and he his only movement had been hot breaths that blew along Dean's arm.

There was a moment's pause, where not even Castiel's chest moved, before he replied "Yes, Dean. I think you'll find I'm almost always awake."

Dean smiled, happy to hear the raspy voice that had beckoned his name only a couple hours before. He drew Castiel in tight, pressing his back against his bare chest. Dean nuzzled his nose in to the back of Castiel's neck. He nipped at the skin lightly, before letting out a very bored-sounding moan. "Nmmmmmnnn…. Caaasss..." He called, nearly mocking himself. "It's only ten. Let's do something."

Castiel cleared his drowsy throat, and murmured "Well, have you got anything in mind?"

Dean ran a wary thumb up and down the middle of Castiel's abdomen, feeling the warm skin underneath the soft pad of his thumb.

"Are you sure you're not tired?" He asked softly. "You sound tired."

Castiel gripped the hand that had been caressing his chest and wove his fingers between Dean's.

"Yes, I'm sure. Would I lie to you?" He had a pleasant huff in his tone that made Dean feel incredibly satisfied. "Now, what would you like to do?" Castiel asked, leaning his upper body back in to the soft kisses that Dean was planting on his neck and shoulders. Dean moaned on to Castiel's skin, and spoke between kisses. "Well…. I could take you back to my place….. Maybe see what Sammy's doing….. You could always stay the night…." Castiel turned on to his other side, so that he was now facing Dean. He took his right hand and traced along Dean's jaw line lightly, feeling the rough stubble protruding from the usually soft skin. Dean's shining green eyes flickered, and Castiel leaned in to his face, planting a soft kiss on his nose.

Through a smile, Castiel asked jokingly "Are we going semi-casual?"

"No." Dean retorted in a nipped tone. "Business-formal. Suit and tie. Now."

Castiel hopped out of bed, with a playful expression dancing across his face. "Well alright then." Dean didn't even have to look at Castiel's face to see the smirk he was proudly wearing. He could hear in his voice, and feel it in the words he spoke. Now exposed, he stared at Dean, longingly.

Castiel's naked body had a soft sheen to it, giving it an aura, or possibly even a glow. To Dean, it was more than just a sight; it was a palpable, real, feeling. A grace, almost. He couldn't explain it, but he loved it. It made him feel warm, and protected.

Castiel turned, obviously oblivious to the love Dean was slowly falling in gracefully. He pulled open his closet, revealing a vast array of button-down shirts. Everything from casual flannels, to tuxedo shirts, a feat that made Dean Chuckle to himself. Castiel tapped at his chin with a soft 'Hmmm... .' before reaching in a wily hand, and pulling out a light blue collared shirt. He turned a circle, looking over his shoulder at the floor. He spotted the undershirt he was wearing before Dean did away with it the night before. He collected that and a pair of boxers, and carefully slid on the undergarments. As he started buttoning up the shirt he picked, he stopped to stare at Dean. "Well?" he asked, rather snottily, raising an eyebrow. Dean could only chuckle. "Well what?" He asked, amused at Castiel's attitude. "Well…" he continued, same bratty tone whisking at his words."Are you gonna get dressed? I don't want to dress to the nines, if you won't be dressed at all."

This time, Dean let out a legitimate laugh, one that was deep, and throaty. "Cas. You don't actually have to dress up. You know that, right?" The lift at the end of the statement lingered, as Castiel stood straight-face, and then broke in to a bright smile. "In that case, I guess I'll wear jeans." Castiel replied, bowing his head slightly. He maneuvered his way over to a nearby dresser; in a fashion Dean was sure only Castiel could manage. He pulled out a pair of dark-colored blue jeans, and slid them on his legs. They hugged his frame in a way that Dean quite enjoyed.

Castiel shot a quick glare at Dean, and he got the message quickly. Rolling his eyes, he pulled himself out of Castiel's bed. "Okay. I guess I'll put on clothes. If it makes you happy." Dean was mimicking Castiel obnoxious tone from earlier, and the pair found themselves smiling at each other. Castiel replaced his glare with a caring expression. He was glad to know that Dean cared about what he thought, even if he was only joking. It made him feel like what they shared was more than just emotionless sex.

Dean nimbly dressed himself as Castiel stared, admiring the way the light bounced off of Dean's tight muscles. Castiel thought Dean lucky, having a constant style of genetic clothing, being able to get off by wearing practically the same outfit every day. 'At least he looks good in it.' Castiel thought, with a pleased sneer. After Dean had stretched, yawned, and gotten himself dressed, he tiredly waddled his way in front of Castiel, and stood for a moment to feel the other man's breath blowing against the column of his neck. He scooped the smaller man up on his arms, pressing him hard against his chest and drawing his tender lips up towards his own. From the man he stole a soft, gentle kiss. He drew his lips away only slightly, allowing for their noses to remain touching ever so lightly. Dean drew in a deep breath, soaking in the scent that was now surrounding him. He smelt like watermelons and cinnamon, two of Dean's favorite scents. "Let's go." Dean said with his arms still draped around Castiel.

Twenty minutes later, Dean opened the door to his apartment with Castiel trailing only inches behind him. They were both grinning, and excited for the night to come. Dean took two steps in to the entrance before calling out, "Saaaaaaaam…." Softly, arousing a chuckle from Castiel. Dean paused a moment, waiting for a response.

"Yeah, I'm in here." He heard finally, from the sofa in the next room. Dean turned and grabbed Castiel by the wrist in to the room where Sam's voice had come from. He plopped himself next to his brother. Castiel stood, watching, taking in the elated look on Dean's face that he got around his brother. After teasing Sam about being alone, Dean turned back to Castiel.

"Come sit with us, Cas" He said, shooting Castiel one of his most charming looks.

Castiel folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "There's nowhere to sit." He replied, smiling at Dean's goofiness. Dean stood, a near cunning look sprawling across his face. "Sure there is, he sit, walking towards Castiel. He lifted the thin framed man bridal-style, and sat back on the sofa, Castiel in lap. Sam rolled his eyes. "Wow, get a room you two." He said, with a fake annoyance in his voice.

"Alright! Just remember, if the room is a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'." Dean announced proudly, lifting Castiel again and carrying him in to the bedroom, Castiel blushing all the way.

Sorry for the absolute lack of plot, this is more of a filler chapter. There is an eventual plot to this story, but it's gonna be just cute Destiel things, just for a few more chapters. I hope you all enjoy