Dean awoke with something hot pressed against his chest, but this time he didn't try to pull away. He looked down to see a head of dark hair, all mussed from sleep. Cas still slept, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath he took. Dean smiled as he took in the sight, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the other boy's forehead. Cas' eyes scrunched up and blinked open, a look of confusion on his face before he looked up to see Dean staring down at him.
"Morning, Sleepyhead," Dean smiled.
"Morning," Cas replied, yawning loudly. Dean laughed, leaning down to place another kiss on the top of Castiel's head, before rolling over and climbing out of bed. "What time is is?" Cas asked.
Dean looked at the clock on his nightstand. "9:42," he answered before walking over to his closet and pulling out some clean clothes. Cas sat up in bed and smiled at Dean as he began to get dressed.
"Uh," Dean continued nervously as the other boy watched him. "You can borrow some clothes, if you'd like." Cas nodded at Dean, still smiling, before walking over to Dean's closet and pulling out one of his plain grey shirts, pairing it with the pair of pants he had been wearing the previous night. The two boys stared at each other for few moments, small smiles on their faces. Suddenly, Cas lunged forward and threw his arms around Dean's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. After a moment of surprise, Dean hugged back, pulling Cas into his chest and resting his chin on top of the other boy's head. All the awkward nervousness dissipated as the two boys held each other.
"Thank you," Cas whispered to Dean, and Dean just squeezed him a bit tighter before releasing him, grabbing his hand, and walking him downstairs. Dean released Cas' hand as they entered the kitchen, walking over to the cabinet and beginning to pull out some pans and food for breakfast. Cas sat down at the table and watched Dean, a content smile on his face. Dean began to scramble eggs and fry some bacon, whistling happily as he did it. The smell of food must have woken Sam, because a few minutes later he stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He sat down at the kitchen table and looked at Dean expectantly. Dean chuckled to himself, grabbing three plates and filling them with food. He placed two of them in front of Cas and Sam before joining them at the table and beginning to eat his own food.
Dean listened as Sam and Cas talking about some book he had never heard of, eating his food the whole time. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched the scene, though. This had been one of his biggest worries when it came to being with Cas. He had been worried about how the situation would affect Sam, and seeing the two of them, two of the people who meant the most to him, carrying on a casual conversation, getting along completely well, it was refreshing. The way Sam and Cas got along warmed Dean's heart, and he couldn't help but smile at it.
After breakfast, Cas insisted on doing dishes. He washed them peacefully as Dean watched, smiling to himself the whole time. When all the dishes, pans included, were sitting in the dish drainer, Cas and Dean walked into the living room. Cas sat down on the couch while Dean rummaged through their DVD collection, finally deciding that they were going to have a Back to the Future marathon. After putting the movie into the player, Dean settled onto the couch with Cas and pressed the play button on the remote. As soon as the movie began playing, there was a loud thundering down the stairs as Sam ran down them.
"Back to the Future?" he asked as he burst into the living room.
"Yeah," Dean laughed. "We're marathoning it. Wanna join?"
Sam's face lit up as he nodded his head up and down. He jumped over the coffee table and plopped into the chair, allowing Cas and Dean to have the couch to themselves. About halfway through the first movie, Dean got up and made popcorn, placing it on the coffee table for the three of them to share. Dean and Sam soon got into popcorn fight, throwing kernels back and forth. They wasted so much popcorn that Dean was forced to get up and make another bag.
The three boys watched the movies all day, laughing at the funny parts, making up their own lines when the originals weren't funny enough. By the time they were done, the sun was beginning to set. Cas sighed and looked up at Dean as the credits rolled on the television screen.
"I should probably go home. Anna and Gabriel will be worried." Dean nodded, knowing Cas was right, but still feeling disappointed that he had to say goodbye. Dean ran upstairs and grabbed his keys, told Sam he was going to run Cas home and he would be back soon, grabbed Cas' hand, and led them out to the Impala.
The drive home was quiet. Dean drove slowly, trying to extend the time he had with Cas. The boys' hands were clasped together tightly, and Dean knew this was just as hard for Cas as it was for him by the way the other boy gripped his hand. When they finally pulled up outside of Cas' house, both boys turned to look at each other, sad smiles on their faces.
"I'll see you later, right? And I'll text you," Cas asked awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of his borrowed shirt.
"Of course," Dean smiled, nodding. Cas nodded in agreement, but still refused to look at Dean. Dean placed his hand underneath Cas' chin, forcing him to look up, before slowly leaning forward and pressing his lips softly to Cas'. The kiss was quick, but heartfelt. Dean pulled his lips away, but leaned his forehead against Cas', looking into his eyes.
"I'll see you later, Cas," he said, rubbing his thumb along the boys jaw and smiling fondly.
Cas nodded. "Yes. I shall see you later, Dean," he agreed, leaning forward to place one more quick kiss on Dean's lips before climbing out of the car and walking into his house.
When Dean got home, he found Sam still sitting on the chair, scrolling through the channels. Dean sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"I'm glad you did it, Dean," Sam spoke. Dean turned to see his brother smiling at him. "I can tell you're both happy." Sam nodded, as if that confirmed what he was saying. Dean simply nodded and smiled, wanting to avoid the gushy feelings conversation. Sam smiled back, knowing that was the best he was going to get out of his brother. The two watched television for a couple more hours before retreating upstairs to their respective bedrooms and falling into bed.