Castiel woke to the smell of coffee and toast and a pale light creeping through the curtains. It was quiet and the bed was warm, but empty. He pushed himself up and checked the clock. He had slept in, something that was becoming increasingly common. He was starting to actually sleep, not just rest for the sake of resting. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes and trailed fingers through his hair.
He was about to get up when the bedroom door opened and Dean appeared with a tray in his hands. He hesitated for a moment but then smiled gently and moved forwards to place the tray on the bedside table. It carried coffee and toast that Cas didn't need, but certainly enjoyed. "I was hoping to wake you up," Dean sighed as he sat beside Cas on the bed, his weight making the mattress dip down. The angel smiled gently and rested his hand on Dean's where it lay on the bed, reaching out with the other to take a slice of toast.
"I don't know what I've done to deserve the human tradition of breakfast in bed," he mused gently before taking a bite. Dean watched him for a moment, soft half smile on his face.
"Just wanted to do something nice for once," he muttered. Castiel watched him as he ate his toast, regarding him with curious eyes.
"You do nice things every day, Dean," he pointed out. Dean fell silent and watched as Castiel placed the half eaten slice of toast back down and rocked forward to rest his head on Dean's shoulder. Dean turned his head to look at Castiel and the angel could hear his raised heart beat, feel the heat radiating from his body. "What's wrong?"
"What, you think I can't do nice things without something being wrong?" Dean frowned and turned more so he was facing Castiel, bringing one leg up onto the bed. The angel rocked back a bit but still stayed right in Dean's personal space. He watched Dean fidget, saw how uncomfortable he was.
"Dean," he sighed, propping himself up on one arm. "What is it?" Dean gazed at him for a moment before looking down to his knees and drawing in a deep breath.
"I made something for you… I was waiting to give it to you until it felt right, and it feels right now. I was thinking about what you said about this bonding, and how it's like marriage and… well…" He fished into his pocket and pulled something out. It was small and silver and well polished. Castiel stared at where it lay in Dean's palm, glinting in the pale morning light. "I need you, Cas. I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life, and I know the last few days have been rough, but I just want to make it all better." He took the angel's left hand and slowly slipped the band onto his ring finger. "I know these things are normally done on wedding days or some shit but I wanted you to have it now. Now feels right. I just woke up and just knew it was right," he said as he let out a long breath, finally lifting his eyes to look at Castiel.
The angel caught the sincerity in the hunter's eyes before he dropped his own gaze to look down at where the ring sat on his finger. He could see the engravings on it. "We've been through everything imaginable together," Dean continued quietly. "But if you don't like it then I get it, it was just scrap, I mean I-" Castiel cut him off by lifting his hand to press against Dean's cheek, meeting his gaze again and letting out a long, low breath.
"Dean… it's perfect," he murmured. "You doubt yourself. You shouldn't." He leaned forwards to press a kiss to Dean's lips, hand snaking around to tangle his fingers amongst the hair on the back of Dean's head. He heard the hunter make a small noise against his lips and parted long enough to hear the words he had to say.
"You're everything I have," Dean breathed before closing the distance again, desperately clinging to the angel as he pulled Castiel in as close as he could. Castiel would like to think that was a lie. Dean still had Sam. He would never truly be alone. He had a lot more people who cared about him than he thought.
Castiel, on the other hand, only had Dean. Dean was his everything. He fell back onto the bed with the hunter on top of him and kicked the sheets out from between them so Dean could tangle his legs with the angel's. The coffee and toast went cold as the bedroom filled with breathy gasps and throaty moans, fingers clinging to bed sheets and sweat-slicked bodies sliding gloriously together. Castiel believed more than ever that Dean was serious about their bonding.
When the angel went for a shower, and Dean headed downstairs to call his brother like he should have done an hour ago, he removed the ring to inspect it closer. He noticed the engraving on the inside and felt his heart jolt.
Our Love, Eternal.