The moan that Dean let out at the very first bite if that crunchy bacon would put the best porn stars to shame, but somehow, all it did was make Mike blush like crazy. That was totally not why Dean did it. No sir-e.

No, seriously the food was really good, and Deanenjoyed every bite, a little sad to see the empty plate, but certainly ful enough that he wouldn't be able to take another bite.

"That was one helluva breakfast." Dean said, and if Mike was a girl, Dean would surely made a comment about cooking and marriage. Hell, he would have said it regardless, with a wink too, but just didn't want to chance it and ruin the good mood.

Mike finished his meal in silence, and smiled up at Dean and his comment, his eyes forming a pleased look. He rose up and gathered the empty plates and glasses, then carried them inside, giving Dean a chance to focus on the beauty of the winter snow. It sure was a magnificent sight.

When Mike came back moments later, he set his hand on Dean's shoulder, unspeakingly asking him to allow Mike to help him up and into the cabin. Dean glanced up at the man, then back at the forest before them.

"You think... You think we could stay here just a while longer? It just feels so nice out here." Dean asked hopeful, not knowing that Mike could never say no to him. Seeing the man glance up at the snowy scenery, and subconsciously wrapping his arms around himself told Dean that Mike was probably cold. After all he was wearing the man's warmest coat.

"Maybe you could take another blanket and we could, um... Share?" Dean offered, and Mike looked down on him, his lips forming a thin smile and he nodded, then went inside to find another blanket. When he came back, he found that Dean had moved, all on his own, from his chair, to the bench that was right next to it. The hunter beckoned him closer.

"Come here." Dean said, and Michael frowned seeing him shrug off the thick coat off one shoulder, but complied anyway, curious to see what Dean had in mind. He sat right next to him, and let Dean take the blanket, then wrap it around Michael's legs and his too. Then put his hand around the man's waist, pulled him closer and draped half of the coat over him.

Michael smiled, finding himself snuggled against Dean. His body was so warm and cozy, and the angel felt content to just sit there with the hunter in peace and watch the snowflakes fall. Even Dean, who was normally chatty, remai quiet, his constant need to break the silence somehow subdued and replaced by child-like wonder in his eyes.

It was a few hours later that Mike helped Dean back into the cabin and to his bed, both men shaking and noses red, but with smiles on their faces. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, then scooted over to the pillow. When he looked back up, he saw Mike prepare to redress his wound. The man tapped the boards that were still bandaged to Dean's leg and looked up at Dean, and the hunter understood that Mike was going to attempt to remove them and see the progress of his broken leg.

As it turned out, it was better then both of them expected, from what Mike could feel under his fingers and hands, but it still needed to heal properly. Within a few minutes, Dean had a new bandage, this time with two thinner boards that would be easier to manoeuvre. Still, Dean hadn't noticed any of this aside from every little contact Mike made, every little touch, every brush of his fingers, every time that warm hand rested on his leg. He hadn't noticed any of it, until it was done.

Something stirred in Dean's chest, some strange ache when Mike's hand was no longer there, when there was no contact anymore. It was like Dean needed to feel him, to have him close. His heard started pounding when Mike covered him with a blanket and tucked him in. The man sniffed, his nose red and maybe a bit runny from the cold, but as he turned to leave, Dean grabbed his wrist and stopped him. Mike turned, confused and looked at Dean. They stared at one another for a few moments too long before Dean finally spoke.

"You're cold. Come on." For the second time that day, Dean beckoned him close and Michael complied, ducking under the covers and snuggling next to the hunter, his head using Dean's arm as a pillow. Dean started lazily running his fingers through Michael's hair and minutes later, the angel found himself drifting off to sleep.

There was a pleased little hum as Mike stirred, and Dean watched with a smile as the man inhaled deeply, like he was trying to memorize his scent, then open his eyes and looked up to him. Dean huffed a laugh at the small frown mixed with the clear confusion on the man's face and somehow knew it was more disbelief that Mike fell asleep, then uncomfort of his current position. The hunter opened his mouth to speak, when he was rudely interrupted by his own stomach.

Mike chuckled and wow, was that the best sound Dean had ever heard. Of course, he wondered for the very beginning if Mike was mute or just shy, and as time passed by, Dean landed on somewhere in between. Maybe the guy could speak, but had a speech impediment, and was shy and embarrassed by it, so staying silent was easier.

"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry." Dean said with a hint of blush on his cheeks and Mike frowned before he turned to glance outside the window and then look at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 8PM and the fact that it was this late, clearly confused the man. Dean's stomach rumbled again, startling Mike out of his thou and the man jumped out of the bed and sprinted hit the door. "Mike, wait, what's...?" Dean tried, but Mike was already out the door.

Within an hour, Mike rekindled the fire, making the cabin warm again and made mac and cheese for them to eat. Dean was pleased that Mike choose to sit with him and for them to eat together.

The highlight was of course when later, Mike made popcorn, put on a cassette of yet another 90s movie and climbed into the bed next to Dean, this time, snuggling close like it was the most normal thing in the world. He threw an arm around Dean and flashed him a small smile before he focused on the movie. Dean spent the entire time with a wide grin, feeding Mike the popcorn.

After the movie ended, Mike went to put the bowl away, check on the fire and then crawled back to bed, blushing, but smiling, and Dean couldn't believe just how simple and easy it was to be this close to someone and just... Not think. Not worry. Just feel.

Dean looked at Mike, his vibrant green eyes beckoning the man to lock his gaze with Dean's. The hunter stared at those soft, kind eyes that seemed to open the man's soul to him, embracing Dean with their warmth. Dean's heart pounded in his chest, but he still wouldn't back down, not this time.

Dean licked his lips, wetting them, then leaned forward and like a magnet, Mike was drawn to him too. Soft lips met softer ones, slotting together perfectly and beginning their slow dance. Mike seemed shy or uncertain of what exactly to do, so Dean decided he would lead the way, keeping the kiss chaste and tender. He dragged his lips over Mike's, coming up to the corner of the man's mouth, and planting a tingling kiss there before coming back down to play with the plump lower lip. His head was in just the right position for a perfect butterfly kiss, so Dean let his long lashes caress the man's cheek as he traced Mike's lips with his own, mapping them to the finest detail.

After a few moments, Dean pulled away, curious and a bit fearful of seeing Mike's reaction. His heart fluttered like never before seeing the amazed look in those soft green eyes and a smile on the man's face.

Dean gasped, his eyes going wide, but his smile going wider, when past Mike's kiss swollen lips a single whispered word brushed.

"Wow."