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Cas looked at Dean's face, only to find it completely slack, mouth opened a bit.
"Dean? Sweetheart? Dean?!"
Panic rushed through him, as he fumbled with Dean's limp arm to try and find a pulse.
Had he inadvertedly killed his love?
A slow, but steady throbbing told him no, Dean was out cold, but alive still.
Rubbing his arms, Cas tried to wake him up.
"Dean... Dean... wake up, please... Dean." he plead, still scared something big was wrong.
Dean hummed, scrunging up his nose.
"C's?" he mumbled, and Cas could feel the worry dissipate.

"Oh thank the stars! You're ok... you scared me, Dean. You passed out on me." Cas semi scolded.
Dean tried to get up, but his body was obviously still uncooperative.
"Whoa. 'S never happ'ned b'fore. Heh... you made me pass out... Heh."
Giving in to his desire, Cas threw himself on Dean, hugging him tightly.
"Not funny, Dean. I was afraid I'd hurt you..."
Dean's eyes were starting to focus more, getting more coherent.
"I'm cool, Cas. Honestly..."

Like a kitten, Cas rubbed his head against Dean. His treacherous mind supplying him with the information that he needed to get going, or be late for his shift, Cas got to his feet, a smile forming.
"What did I do to deserve you, Dean Winchester?" Cas asked on another sigh.
Dean bent forward and pressed a sweet little kiss to Cas' belly, causing butterflies to erupt under his skin.
"Dunno. If you can tell me what I did to deserve you, Castiël Novak, my angel of the dark wings." Dean countered, making the butterflies flutter madly.
He got the warm quilt from the sidetable, tucked Dean in on the sofa and told him to drink and sleep properly, and that they'd discuss things later.

Dean snuggled down with a sweet smile, and his voice was low when he thanked Cas.
That was not Cas' intention.
"Anything for you, my Dean. I am sorry to have to love and leave, but my double shift at the bar starts in fifteen minutes. When I get home, I will give you a massage, ok?"
Dean looked up at him with big, adoring, green eyes.

"You're too good for me, Cas." he all but whispered, adoration audible in his words too.
Cas hummed and kissed him sweetly.
"No. You are just perfect. Love you."
"Love you too, angel. Have a good shift."
Damnit! Curse his shift! He really needed to go.
Cas kissed him again and left, reluctantly, but he silently swore he'd make it up to Dean.

All through his shift, Cas sent little text messages to Dean, telling him he loved him, and that he was missing him. That he wanted his shift done, so they could cuddle, kiss and snuggle under the covers, or that he wanted to be home and give Dean that massage he'd promised.
He secretively kept his phone under the bar, and texted as soon as he saw the chance.
He was distracted the whole time, and felt a bit guilty about it, but he needed to let Dean know he was loved.

"What happened to you, Castiël?" Samandriël asked, with a twinkle on his youthful eyes.
Frowning, Cas scanned himself, trying to find something askew in his clothing, or a smudge on his face.
Samandriël chuckled and shook his head.
"No, Castiël, it's nothing like that. You are perky and happy, if a little distracted. Did you meet someone?"
A blush crept up Cas' cheeks as he served the burly, scruffy bearded man with a Cajun accent.
"Actually, yes... Remember I had to take Dean home, because he was drunk, last friday?"
The burly man straightened up a bit, attention on what Cas was saying.

"Yes, you threatened to camp out behind the stage... and he acted really jealous when you talked to me... Are you saying you... and him?" Samandriël asked, eyes excitedly sparkling.
Cas couldn't stop the grin if he wanted to.
"Yes. We got home, and we kissed. He confessed to me that he had wanted to do so for ages."
Samandriël clapped him on the shoulder.
"Congratulations! I hope you guys stay together forever. You two look so good together!"
The burly man was smiling in his scruff, then cleared his throat.
"'Scuse me... hope you don't mind me butting in, but... is this Dean perchance a tall guy, green eyes and sandy hair?" he asked with a voice like warm, red wine.

Cas frowned at him, whilst an ugly jealousy monster clawed up his insides.
"Yes, why?"
The man grinned, his teeth a flash of white in the dark scruff.
"Don't worry, brother. I ain't swingin' that way. Just that I knew a Dean once, but his lyin', cheatin' bitch girlfriend drove a wedge between us. If it's your Dean, I'm happy he got rid of her. I just wish he'd called me after he did."
Cas tasted something sour in the back of his mouth.

"You mean Lisa? Yes, he left her, just before last Christmas. Did she really do that?"
The man sighed sadly and nodded, holding out his hand.
"Benny Lafitte, former buddy of one Dean Winchester. And yeah, the bitch played a mean game. She seperated him from next to everybody that cared for him."

Cas blanched. That no-good excuse for a human being! His poor Dean. Not only did she not get him in the slightest, she effectively cut him off from an essential part of his personality. Dean was an extrovert, he needed people around him.
"Do you want me to say Hi from you? I'm sure he'll appreciate it..." he offered Benny.
Benny smiled sadly. "Maybe later, chief. He won't want me around if you two just hooked up. I'd only remind him of old times. Once he's ready, I'll hold you to that."
Cas bought Benny an Abita Andygator, which he accepted with a grin and a salute.
"Much obliged, brother. Dean is one lucky bastard, having you. You're the total oposite of that snake."
Cas smiled.
"Now that is insulting to all snakes..." he quipped, and Benny laughed heartily.

Deliveries were late and Cas had to take stock after, so he only got home at two am, finding Dean fast asleep on the sofa, snuggled in the quilt. He sat a while, just watching his boyfriend sleep, wondering if Dean would like to contact Benny again.
After a bit, he couldn't fight the desire to see those green eyes open any more.
"Hello, handsome..." he said a bit louder than really necessary.
Dean grumbled, scrunging up his nose and crawling deeper into the cocoon he'd made of the quilt.
His cheeks were flushed with sleep warmth, making his freckles stand out more, and his lashes lay like downy feathers on those rosy cheeks. Cas wanted nothing more than kiss him until that blush was from arousal.

He blamed the late hour on what he said next.
"Dean... oh my.. you're sexy when you sleep."
The green eyes blinked open, and Dean licked his lips.
"Cas... hmmm. What time is it?" he asked.
Cas nearly swooned at the cute way Dean rubbed his eyes before looking at Cas.
"Whoa.. heart eyes. Sexy..." Dean smiled.
That sent Cas' heart in double overtime, but he answered Dean, and added the question if he wanted his massage, or go up to bed.
Dean couldn't answer, because he was yawning widely.

Cas bit his lip not to chuckle.
"Bed it is, Dean. I can massage you tomorrow. Come. I want to cuddle."
When he reached out to Dean, the man pulled him down and hugged him close.
Cas kissed his cheek, and Dean turned into the kiss.
They kissed sweetly, nuzzled necks and sleepily cuddled.
Dean took a deep breath and hummed a pleased tone.
"Mmm Cas. Glad you're home, angel."
The nickname nestled deep in Cas' heart and glowed there.
"Me too, Dean. Me too."

Dean hugged him closer still, placing a hand on the back of his dark hair.
Cas just basked in the feeling for a while.
Dean slowly got heavier, making Cas turn his head to look at his face.
Dean's eyes were closed, and his breathing had evened out.
"Dean! Don't fall asleep on me..." Cas chuckled, and Dean jerked awake.
"Sorry, angel. I guess it really is bed time, huh?" he amended grumpily.
Cas nodded, and they made their way upstairs.