Hello again.. I'm sorry it took me so long to upgrade this story. I had a stressful time lately and somehow my brain stopped to give me ideas.
But finally I could continue to write and will upload chapter 3, 4 & 5. Enjoy!
And as always.. I would be glad about a review.. Thank you! :)
Chapter 3 - Waking up
When Dean woke up, he was lying on his back, but had one in his right arm. At first he was scared, but then he smiled. He turned to the right side and put his left arm around Castiel again.
The angel still slept peacefully. Dean snuggled up to him, buried his face in Castiel's neck and took a deep breath.
Castiel had always smelled like heaven to him. A hint of cinnamon was with him. Dean still liked cinnamon, even though it made him a little sad. It reminded him of his mother somehow.
He snuggled up a little closer to Castiel and decided to lie down and fall asleep again. It was Sunday and they didn't have a case to deal with, so it wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't get up at 8:00, but at 10:00.
About three hours later, Dean woke up again. Still a bit tired, but much more rested and calmer than usual, he sat down. He had to smile when he thought of the night. It was so completely different to fall asleep with someone. For years Dean had been alone, except for the one-night stands. Yes, he had had girlfriends once, but none had ever been like Castiel.
Then Dean stumbled mentally: "How could I now sit up without any problems if Cas was still there earlier?"
He turned on the lights and found that Castiel was no longer with him.
Hastily he put on his jogging pants and changed his T-shirt. Then he ran into the kitchen hoping to find Castiel there.
He stopped in the door.
Sam and Castiel sat at the table. He looked at his brother, Castiel sat with his back to him. In any case, Sam looked more well rested than usual. That was probably because Dean hadn't been fiddling around in the kitchen so early in the morning. Sam must have taken the chance to sleep a few more hours as well.
When he noticed a movement in the door frame, he looked directly at Dean. Castiel, who was hanging over a cup of coffee himself and apparently didn't know whether to drink it or not, noticed that Sam had stopped eating. The angel looked up from his coffee and saw that Sam's eyes were on the door. He turned around and saw Dean standing there.
"Oh no", Dean thought, "I hope Cas didn't say anything! I'd like to talk to Sam myself when the time is right."
As if Castiel had guessed his thoughts, he barely shook his head. Dean saw this as a sign that Castiel hadn't mentioned anything to his brother.
Sam, who was used to these long glances between Dean and Castiel, had noticed that there was a certain tension in the air. He saw that Dean had tightened his jaw. A gesture indicating that his brother was either excited or scared.
"Such an idiot", Sam thought, "as if I hadn't noticed."
"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty", he shouted a little too loud. Dean, slightly startled, released Castiel's gaze.
"Yeah, yeah, very funny..", he mumbled, "Mornin'!"