A/N: Sorry I took so long to update! I finally have more time to write now since the football season is over at my school! I should be updating more frequently now 3 I hope you enjoy my new chapter, as long as I didn't lose any of my writing skills! ;)
Cas was the first one up that morning. The morning sun was shining through the window to his left and when he opened his eyes he had a moment of confusion. For a second he did not know where he was, and then the realization and the memories of the night before came back to him. He smiled contentedly to himself. As he looked around him he realized he was in a room, sleeping in a bed, it looked mostly like a spare room except for the cassette tapes scattered throughout it. He couldn't remember falling asleep here in a bed, he could of sworn he fell asleep on the couch, which means unless he decided to start sleepwalking all of a sudden then Dean must of carried him up to his bed, Cas' heart fluttered at the thought of Dean carrying him, holding him close to his chest and tucking him in bed while he was asleep, then his face twisted in horror as he prayed to God hoping that he wasn't slobbering in his sleep last night. Cas turns so that he is laying on his side, he can smell Dean on the pillow, on the sheets, everywhere. He breathes in deeply and pulls the soft white blankets in around him tighter so that he can be suffocated by the beautiful smell of Dean. A thought popped into his head about how he wished he could capture this smell and put it in a bottle or a perfume so he could have it everywhere. So that he could have Dean, or at least his smell, even when he wasn't near him. That's when the door creaked open and he could hear someone entering the room quietly and slowly. Cas' first thought was to stay still but he turned to see who it was anyways. It was Dean, of course, Cas thinks, it is his room after all. Dean has his back to Cas as he searches for clothes to wear in his dresser that stood only a foot from his bed. Cas stares at his bareback and looks at all his scars that were painted on it, some thin, and some thicker, how had he not seen them before? What kind of horrors did those scars tell? A little voice cried out in worry and Cas couldn't help but wonder if Dean was okay, how fresh were those scars? Where did they come from? In his haze, Cas got up out of bed without making a sound and he stood behind Dean, before he could stop himself his hand came up to trace one of the scars delicately, as if he could fix it with his touch. He could feel Dean tense up under his touch and he quickly turned to face Cas and hide his scars, but there were more on his chest. Dean grabbed Cas' hand that touched his back and looked into his eyes with an expression that Cas hadn't seen on Dean before. It was a mix of anger, and pain, and surprise, and most of all fear. Dean was afraid.
"Don't" Dean whispered almost too quiet to hear but it was clear enough in his eyes that Cas didn't even need to be told, he knew what Dean would say before it was said, he already knew what he wanted. That small word meant so much. He was pleading with Cas. Don't tell anyone. Don't look at me like that. Don't think of me differently. Don't talk about it. Most importantly, don't ask me about it. Cas didn't say anything to him, but he looked into Dean's eyes and leaned in to softly kiss the side of his mouth. Dean let go slowly and went in daze to his bathroom to take a shower. As he heard the showerhead begin to spit water Cas was left standing in the middle of the room, confused. Based on Dean's pleads, though, Cas wasn't going to be brought into the light on this subject anytime soon. After a few minutes of numb thoughtlessness Cas finally moved to the bedside table where he found his clothes, which had been cleaned and folded neatly in a stack. Cas decided to wear Dean's boxers, partly because he wanted to wash them before he returned them and also because he wanted to keep something of Dean's close to him at all times and what can be closer to him than his boxers? When Dean got out of the shower it was 6:50 so they had 30 minutes until they had to be at school.
"You want some breakfast, Cas?" Dean said, acting as if what happened earlier hadn't actually happened.
"Sure, what are we going to get?"
"Oh no we're not going to buy anything. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day! You have to have the best for breakfast and the only way to get the best is to make it yourself." Dean said scornfully
"Oh! And who's making breakfast, you?" Cas asked playfully
"I do make a mean pancake" Dean smiled
10 minutes later and Dean has a plate of 10 pancakes hot and ready to eat. Cas goes over to where Dean is cooking and he tastes some of the homemade batter. Dean makes a face.
"You know, the pancakes are over there" He said pointing "You're not supposed to eat the batter"
"Yes I know" Cas said cheerfully as he dipped his finger in the batter again, holding eye contact with Dean who just rolled his eyes and laughed.
"You're so weird, did you know that?"
"So I've been told" Cas smiled as he turned to go sit down and prepare his pancakes. "I don't know about the pancakes but the batter is amazing"
As Cas turned to go sit down Dean curiously dipped his finger in the batter to taste for himself. Just as he stuck his finger covered in batter into his mouth Cas looked back and smirked.
"Picking up on some of my bad habits, Winchester?"
"Yeah, yeah, just eat your pancakes"
Cas laughed quietly, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake this feeling, he just forget like Dean had asked him. He couldn't just sit there when the person he loved was being hurt. He wanted to help but he had to find out who was hurting him first.