Dean vaguely remembered waking up at the ass crack of dawn and thinking he had died and went to Heaven and had the most beautiful of Heaven's angels laying by his side,sleeping soundly and looking so beautiful - bathed in the rays of the sun, his lips parted and inviting, begging to be kissed.

Then his brain kicked in and he remembered that Heaven and angels weren't a fairytale, but winged dicks and that Mike deserved better then to be compared to the likes of them. He deserved better then to have Dean ogle him too. So Dean went back to sleep.

When he woke up next, the space next to him was empty and cold and the sight saddened Dean for a moment before he realized Mike probably got up to feed the fire and make breakfast, since the whole cabin was warm and smelled like waffles.

"Mike? You out there?" Dean called and huffed a laugh when the guys head popped into view, but not the rest of him. "Well, morning..." Dean said and the guy offered a small smile and a nod before disappearing in the kitchen general area.

He popped back in a few minutes later, tray in hand and walked slowly as the large stack of waffles wobbled along with the maple syrup bottle. He set the tray before Dean who by then rose to a sitting position and then just stood there, glancing from the waffles to Dean.

"This all for me?" Dean questioned and got a nod from Mike. "Well, I guess I better dig in then." Dean poured a bit of syrup, the flavour not really his favourite, but considering he hadn't eaten properly in days, it was probably the best choice for him right now. He cut a piece and brought it up, watching as Mike sucked it his lower lip between his teeth and observed Dean's mouth with anticipation as he was about to take his bite.

The look in his eyes and the expression on his face right then were so freaking hot, Dean unintentionally paused and swallowed hard, imagining what it would be like to have his own lower lip caught between those teeth. Jesus, he had to snap out of it, he must look like an idiot staring at the man, mouth open to take a bite.

"Mmm, oh, wow..." Dean hummed his appreciation once he actually focused in the taste. "These are really good. So puffy and delicious." Dean said and Mike's smile blew out of proportion. Dean cut up another piece and lifted it up. "You gotta try this..." Dean said and Mike was about to turn and point towards the kitchen, silently telling Dean he had a plate of his own, but Dean's expression was so inviting and a bit pleasing as he held up that fork and how could he say no to those emerald greens?

He hummed his approval, but when he opened his eyes, the hunter was staring at him, pleasantly surprised. Mike had no idea what that was about, he had no idea that was actually the first time he ever let out a deep sound of any kind.

Not to mention how fucking hot this whole thing was for Dean, from the moment those lips wrapped around that fork to that sound that just went straight to his dick. God, he really needed to get himself under control.

Still, that didn't stop him from feeding Mike half of his portion, sad to see it go so fast and not being able to enjoy doing something for the man. Oh, that joy and that stunning smile he let out when Mike went to the kitchen and brought another full plate. He was so giddy when he got to share more with him and by the time they were finished, the smiles were permanantly plastered on their faces.

The rest of the day they spent in each other's company, reading their books in silence (Dean was so bored,but didn't want to disturb the guy) and then later sharing another meal, this time oven baked potatoes with just a bit of bacon, so not to upset Dean's stomach.

Mike left him alone only a handful of times, to fetch more firewood, or to make the late lunch, and bathroom breaks. Speaking of those... Mike just came in, and rounded the bed, coming up to Dean's right and motioning for the cleaning supplies.

"Can... can you help me get to the bathroom first?" Damn it, this shit was embarrassing, but after a whole day, Dean really needed to go. Mike nodded and helped him up, those strong hands holding him and fuck, he just wanted to be wrapped in those hands forever. Halfway through, Dean stumbled m, but Mike was quick to react, pulling Dean up before he could fall and plastering him flush against his own body.

Dean gasped and their eyes met, the moment too long and at the same time too short before the man broke the contact and carried on with his task. As they walked into the bathroom, Dean threw one longing look at the shower, and sighed. He must stink like hell. Not to mention his breath. Mike left him alone to do his business, but not before making sure Dean would be alright on his own, then helped him back to bed.

Dean seemed to retreat into himself, his eyes constantly averted, sad and sulking even as Mike cleaned his wound. Not even the popcorn and the movies cheered him up, even if it was him who picked up Jurassic Park. Hoping to make him feel better, Mike opted for a sequel, but, still, Dean seemed to be getting depressed and it worried Mike.

It worried him as he laid next to Dean that night too, the invitation repeated by the hunter, and maybe he shouldn't have taken it, because Dean seemed uncomfortable.

What did Mike do wrong?