A few more weeks have passed since the second incident. Sam is still short-tempered with the pair, but he doesn't suspect that anything has happened more than that one time he caught them together. Atleast, not that the younger brother has let on anyway. But sure enough, Dean and Cas somehow find themselves lying next to one another in bed again.
It's the morning after another intense night for the pair, and Dean finds himself waking first. Except, he doesn't feel the need to panic or freak out. Instead, for the first time, he takes a moment to admire the angel peacefully sleeping next to him. He carefully shifts onto his side, supporting himself with his elbow. Dean can't help but smile as he watches over Cas. He can see Castiel's face twitch a little, as the angel repositions himself, and Dean knows he is waking up.
It is then that Dean realises something - he wants to wake up like this every morning. At least he thinks he does. He has never woken up so happy, so comfortable, and with someone he adores lying next to him.
"Cas?" Dean soothingly whispers. "Can we talk?"
Dean watches as Cas smiles a little, hearing Dean's voice. But the angel doesn't respond.
"Don't pretend like you're asleep…" Dean teases him, but still there was no response. "Should i find a way to wake you up?"
Dean smirks, as he shuffles closer to the angel. He carefully traces his hand along Castiel's side, getting a brief shoulder nudge in return. Dean continues to brush his fingers up and down Castiel's leg, and then over to his torso. The smile on the angel's face has become a huge grin by this point.
"I'm going to keep going until you either talk to me, or do something about it," Dean smirks.
The hunter caresses Castiel's torso some more, as his hand gradually gets a little lower, and a little lower…
"Alright, alright!" Cas laughs a little. "I'm awake."
The angel finally reaches over to his bedside table and flicks on the lamp. He rolls over to face the hunter, still grinning.
"Woah…" Cas mutters, as he catches sight of Dean. "Guess i got a little carried away this time, huh?"
Dean lies himself back, admiring his own body too.
"I don't remember ever having this many hickeys," he recalls, as he pulls at his hip a little, to show off even more of them. "It's pretty impressive!"
They both laugh a little, as Dean turns to face the angel again.
"You've certainly made your mark," Dean confirms, with a more loving smile forming on his face.
"You may be smiling now," Cas points out, "but how are you going to explain them to your brother?"
"Shit!"
Dean sits himself up quickly, snapped out of his dreamy gaze with the angel. He desperately tries to cover them all up, as he grabs his clothes from the floor and throws them on. But there are quite a few marks around his neck that aren't going to be easy to hide - but thankfully, the most concentrated area is around his inner thigh.
Cas is much more relaxed. He remains lying in bed, laughing a little to himself, as he watches Dean's panic spiral. But Dean catches the angel's reaction, and isnt too happy.
"Cas!" he hisses. "This isn't a joke!"
Dean fights to do up his shirt, as he continues fretting.
"You know how much he flipped out when he suspected it last time. Hell, we're still getting the cold shoulder for it now, almost a month later!"
"You missed a button," Cas points out, still smirking as he remains in bed.
"I'm serious man!" Dean gets a little more irritated, as he re-buttons his shirt correctly. "It took me ages to convince him nothing happened."
"He needs to find out one way or another, Dean."
"No, he doesn't!" the hunter argues, as he tugs on his shirt, now fully dressed. He walks past the bed, and heads to the door, under the watchful eye of the angel. "This was the last time, Cas."
"You said that last time!" Cas calls after him, as Dean dashes out the door, before his brother sees him.