Cas was humming happily. He checked the croissants in the oven, and deemed them ready.
He put everything on a tray and took their breakfast up to Dean, who had been sleeping so soundly when Cas woke up, that he didn't even notice Cas leaving.
He pushed the bedroom door open with a smile, which slid from his face when he saw Dean.
His sweet love was curled up like a hurt animal, little tremors running through him.
Cas swiftly put the tray on the bedside table and hurried over to the bed.
"Hey... Dean.. What's wrong love?"
Dean just curled in tighter and his voice sounded pinched when he answered.
"N'thin'" It was very clear that Dean did not feel fine.
Cas could almost feel his heart splinter.
Carefully, he extracted Dean from his blanket burrito.
"It's not nothing, Dean. I'm here. I brought breakfast... it's Sunday, and Samandriël has taken todays shift. I'm off until Monday." Cas softly said, stroking Dean's hair from his face.
Dean started to protest, but Cas shushed him with his finger on those delicious lips.
Hearing that his texts from the previous night had helped Dean feel better, made Cas feel less guilty about being distracted during work.
He goaded Dean to finally eat, joining him in bed for their super lazy breakfast.
After they'd stripped and remade the bed, because of the crumbs, Cas grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the medicine cabinet and ordered Dean to lie on his stomach.
"Oh... Cas... what're you up to?" Dean grinned, tone light.
"Massage, Dean. I did promise you one."
In a flash, Dean had stripped down to his boxers and was face down on the bed.
"That you did, angel. And I am feeling a bit tensed."
Cas smiled as he poured some of the juniper and lavender oil on his palm.
Once he deemed it warm enough, Cas rubbed the warmed oil slowly over Dean's back.
Dean sighed deeply and tension started leaking from him.
Cas lovingly and patiently massaged that freckled and sunkissed skin until the muscles underneath were malleable and supple.
"Hmmmm. C's... 's good... so good." Dean mumbled sleepily.
"Good. I hope you're not too sleepy to take a hot bath with me..." Cas answered, slowly rubbing circles over Dean's shoulderblades.
"Hmmmno... I'd love a bath. Especially with you." Lifting his head, Dean cast a look over his shoulder.
After their bath, they ended up in the livingroom, where Cas sat down in the corner of the sofa and Dean picked up his phone to play a game.
"Huh." Dean huffed, a smile audible.
"What is it, Dean?" Cas wondered, looking up from where the heroine was using magic to make a couple of idiots believe she was a fierce ogress, riding a dragon.
"We were in the bath for over an hour... must be a record." Dean grinned, holding up his phone to show the time.
Cas chuckled and pulled Dean in between his legs, side to front.
"It is for me..." he replied, laying one leg over Dean's.
Dean settled down in his place and started up his game, while Cas went back to reading, his right hand carding thoughtlessly through Dean's hair.
Two chapters in, Dean suddenly silenced his game and turned his head.
"Cas..." he said, a wondering tone to his voice.
Cas lowered his book, curious what was bugging his boyfriend.
"What's wrong, Dean?"
"I wondered... did you know I'm bi, or did you just guess?"
Cas put the book away and resumed combing through Dean's hair.
"I knew. Remember that you and Gabe were at the bar when you told him..."
Chuckling, Dean leaned into Cas a bit more.
"That devious little imp... That's why he raised his voice so much. To make sure you heard."
Cas nodded, still carding his hair.
"He knew I liked you." Cas admitted low.
"So he set us up, didn't he?" Dean said, a bit of wonder in his voice.
"I guess he did." Cas admitted.
It got him wondering though. Had Dean known of Cas' sexual preference, or had he just taken a shot?
He asked him, heart thumping loudly.
Lowering his head, a deep red blush making his freckles pop out, Dean admitted that he hadn't known, but that he had hoped since he saw no signs of girls in Cas' life.
"When we went to see the band, and you looked so sexy and relaxed, I got drunk because I realised my crush had passed into love territory." Dean ended his explaination.
Cas remembered that night fondly and he kissed Dean lovingly on the head.
"Aw, Dean... you're a cute drunk. Go on..." he invited.
Dean licked his lips and sighed.
"You were being so sweet to me, and cute to Alfie..."
Cas couldn't stop his smirk. So Samandriël had read Dean perfectly...
"His name is Samandriël." he corrected. "So, you were jealous!"
Blushing furiously, Dean cleared his throat.
"Yeah. Kinda... anyway, you were so cute and sweet and caring, and it kinda reminded me of that dream I head, after we'd drank all that JW blue. You were drunk and tried to carry me up to bed, but you slipped and... we fell on the sofa. I said something about your eyes and you... you kissed me."
That brought Cas up short. Could it be? Had they...? What if that really hadn't been a dream... He had to find out.
"And you kissed me back. We kept kissing for a while... until we just snuggled on the sofa, saying to eachother that it was nice..." he finished. "Dean... I dreamed that too... so maybe..."
Dean turned and stared at him, eyes wide and mouth open a bit.
"Maybe it wasn't a dream... but, Cas, how did I end up in my own bed, alone?"
Frowning, Cas rubbed his mouth.
"I was wondering the exact same thing. All I can remember was falling asleep, thinking this would be a great way to wake up, but when I did, I was in my bed, alone."
He couldn't put his finger on it. There was something obvious that they were missing.
Suddenly Dean sat upright, letting Cas' hands fall from his shoulders.
"It was that snowstorm... Sam and Gabe..."
Of course! That was it! Their brothers had been seeking shelter from the blizzard!
If only...
The banging of the scullery door interupted his thoughts.
"Morning guys! Thought we'd... are we interupting something?" Gabe asked, head tilted.
Sam chuckled and pushed past him to hug his brother and clap Cas on the shoulder.
"Shut up, Gabe. Hi guys. Gabe and I wanted to see that Castiël's vacation went out with a bang."
Gabriel shrewdly eyed their position on the sofa and smirked.
"Are we too late for that?" he asked innocently.
Sometimes Cas wanted to commit fraticide.
He raised one, unimpressed, eyebrow.
"No, but you have impeccable timing. We were wondering what happened the night of the big blizzard."
Sam looked at Gabriel, who full on grinned and launched into the story.
"Well, for starters, my Beetle didn't start, so I started walking. I was well on my way to freezing my toes off, when Sam-a-lam here pulls up and orders me to 'get in you damned fool, or you'll get frostbite on your ass.'"
Gabriel glanced at Sam warmly, but Sam didn't react.
"I barely got warmed up, when his fancy-schmancy car dies too. Then you two knuckleheads don't answer our texts, so we decided to get overhere before we turn into two sexy snowmen. By the way, Sammich, did I ever tell you I'm glad you're so tall? He got that spare key in no time!"
This time Sam actually started blushing and he ducked his head with a shy smile.
'Now that is interesting...' Cas thought fleetingly, but Gabriel winked at the large guy and ploughed on.
"Imagine the shock we get when we step into the room! You two were out cold, an almost empty bottle of grade A booze next to you. Looked cozy too, didn't they, Samshine?"
Chuckling, Sam nodded.
"Yeah... Cas, you were clinging to Dean like an octopus, but you, Dean, you were about as bad. We had to physically pry your arm from around Cas' shoulders before we could hoist you up. You were slurring that it was nice and warm. Oh, and you kept telling me you loved me."
Dean actually facepalmed, and Cas was inclined to copy him.
If the snow hadn't interfered, he and Dean would have woken up together on the sofa... who knew what might have happened then?
Gabriel seemed determined to embarras Cas even more, because he nodded seriously and added his two cents.
"Yeah, and Cassie, pal, I know I'm an amazing big brother, but I'm not one for smooches from you. Others may smooch me all they want."
Gabriel gast a quick glance at Sam, who smiled and ducked his head again.
"But not you, ok. You're one affectionate drunk, baby brother!"
'Oh God! I tried to kiss Gabriel?! Please, just let the Earth swallow me...' Cas thought desperately.
Dean seemed inclined to agree, since he hid his face in both his hands and asked if he could just die now.
Cas heartily opposed and told Dean they would face it together before admitting this was mortifyingly embarrassing and emulating his move, hiding his face too.
Gabriel and Sam burst out in hearty laughter.
The uncaring swines.