When Dean woke up on Thursday he was wrapped tightly around Castiel. He suppressed a yelp of surprise and shifted slightly to get his arm free. He tried to get his circulation back as he sat up slightly, leaning up on his elbow, nudging the blankets away from himself and drawing a muffled sound of protest from Castiel. With a light blush at having woken Castiel up, making the other aware that they had slept in Dean's bed, Dean apologized. "Sorry Cas."

Castiel shifted lazily and looked up at Dean, bright blue eyes hazed with sleep. "Morning Dean."

"Morning Cas. How'd you sleep?" Dean sat up fully, noting the slight disappointment in Castiel's eyes as he sat up as well.

"I was comfortable," he muttered through a yawn.

"Obviously," Dean chuckled. He shifted uneasily and looked anywhere but at the other man. "That wasn't... You know, awkward?"

Castiel blinked confusedly and shook his head. "No," he sounded strangely miffed as he looked down into his lap where his hands fiddled with the sheet. If Dean hadn't thought he looked disappointed earlier he definitely did now. With a cautious tone Castiel spoke again. "Was it supposed to be?"

Dean thought for a moment and stood up, seeking out a change of clean clothes before disappearing into the bathroom to change. "Only if you made it," he said through the closed door. He came back into the room a moment later in a Black Sabbath band shirt and slightly snug looking blue jeans. "What do you want to do today?"

Castiel shrugged as he tugged his shirt off, ruffling his hair. He pulled a plain white shirt over his mussed hair, not bothering to hide his nicely toned stomach from the other. "A movie or something," Castiel replied quietly as he tugged his pants off and struggled into a pair of black jeans. They weren't exactly skinny but they hugged his ass quite nicely and Dean- no, he wasn't staring. He was definitely not staring.

He averted his eyes and cleared his throat to regain himself. "Wh-what movie would you like to see?" Mentally berating himself for stuttering–because damned if he stuttered!–he grabbed two paper plates distractedly, as well as two plastic forks and a knife.

"What are you doing?"

"Breakfast." Dean stated simply as he retrieved the pie from the mini fridge. He cut two generous slices, one much smaller than the other which he passed to Castiel. "I'll help you eat if I have to." He froze with his fork to his lips as he realized what he said and the only way he'd seen that helped. His cheeks tinted pink and he turned away slightly, cursing his emotions for betraying him–his emotions, and his damned mind.

Curiosity was evident in Castiel's face as he struggled to swallow a small bite, instantly wanting to wretch and abandon any form of food. He grimaced slightly and caught Dean's worried glance. "How can you help?"

Dean's breath absolutely didn't hitch, nope, not at all. And if you said otherwise he'd surly track to down and curse you, your children, and your grandchildren. His traitorous heart thumped audibly to himself and he didn't doubt that Castiel heard it as well.

"It's a, um, trick I learned from my cousin Charlie." He glanced dubiously at Castiel before taking a bite of his own pie. He leaned towards Castiel, noting how the other's cheeks flared a pink colour, and made a silent prayer–that said a lot, seeing as one Dean Winchester was not, in fact, a religious man. 'God, please don't let him hate me for this.'

A moment of hesitation, as if he was giving the shorter man a chance to back down but when Castiel made no move of backing away Dean continued forward. His lips met Castiel's lightly before he gently used his tongue to push the pie past both of their lips.

Castiel swallowed with less trouble this time and leaned farther into the kiss, both slices of pie momentarily forgotten. Dean was strangely pleased when he was allowed o farther explore Castiel's mouth, after a short battle of dominance, of course, which he easily won.

Dean pulled away first, breathlessly chuckling as Castiel protested and leaned toward him again. "That felt..." He struggled to find the right words as his fog covered mind worked to piece together a coherent sentence. "Really good."

Castiel nodded as he sat back a bit, wiping his mouth slightly with the back of his hand. "Would you do it again?"

Dean nodded fervently. "Hell yes!" He took a bite of his pie to try and clear his foggy mind again. Castiel smirked.

"Dean... I don't think I can eat on my own yet," he whimpered playfully. Dean grinned devilishly and took another bite of pie, happily leaning into another kiss.

This time when he pulled back his mind was completely set on their date. "So, what movie would you like to see?"

"Days of Future Past."

"Marvel geek, nice. Let's finish up here so we can go to the movies." They finished their respective pies in relative silence, very little banter bounced back and forth with occasional witty comments and teasing jokes.