So sorry it's so short! I just wanted to update and I'm not feeling that great :( Been sick the past few days, waaaaaah! Feel like crap right now, wanna throw up but can't :( Sniffle. I'm gonna have sooooooo much homework when I go back to school...waaaaah!

But here is the next chapter. Hopefully they will start getting longer O.o at least I hope so. lol. Um...yeah I skipped Dean's birthday. I wanted to write it in this chapter but I honestly wasn't in the mood and it was time to move on. lol. But I might write a little one-shot about it or something later on, if you really want to know about it that much :D

Anywho, thanks for reviewing thus far, please continue to do so!

Onward!

Chapter Fourteen

Dean smiled faintly to himself as he woke to warmth nestled against him, arms trailing around his waist, a body buried into his back. He could seriously get used to this, and he honestly wanted to move in with Cas so they could wake like this every morning…but there was stuff he had to do first. And with the way things were going…Dean grimaced, shoving the thoughts aside. Right now certainly wasn't the time to be dealing with them, because right here and right now, he just wanted to be with the guy he loved. It had been a week since the incident with the alcohol, and Dean was ready to really put it behind him. They all got drunk and did stupid stuff occasionally, right? Castiel had apologized even though he couldn't remember what it was he'd done.

Luckily, Aeron hadn't said anything as of yet. They'd been in Drama Club and he hadn't spoken a word, for which Dean was grateful. Dean's birthday had been four days ago, and now he was nineteen. God, he felt so old! They hadn't done much for his birthday, but Dean had managed to sneak away from his family and celebrate quietly with Cas that night, and boy, it had been awesome. That was the only way to describe it. They had watched movies, played Twister which Dean had won yet again - as he said, nobody could bend like him and Cas was always inclined to agree, with that amusing sparkle in his eyes - and then they had slept in each others' arms. Cas's mom had agreed to allow Dean to stay the night on a school night since it was his birthday, when she usually didn't allow it…even though they were both adults and didn't necessarily need to really ask for permission. It was the thought that counted, though.

Things were pretty much back to normal, and he couldn't have been happier. He just wished this whole thing about his uncle would disappear. Honestly, he was tired of it all. He hated Justin, and especially now that he was still causing his family trouble from beyond the damn grave. How was it that he managed to torment them like this, even though he was now dead?

Why would anyone want to come after Dean and his family? They weren't connected to Justin in any way except blood. And if they were really after Dean, Sam, and John, then they seriously needed to rethink the situation, because if Dean and them were really connected to Justin, why would they send him to jail? One had to think these things through. But the cops were persistent in that obviously they needed to leave, but why, Dean didn't know. He was old enough to make his own decisions, right? Why did he have to relocate if he didn't want to? Sammy, sure, he could see why he would have to relocate. And John, too, because there was no way they could send Sammy away without their father. But him, Dean? Why did he have to consider leaving? He was an adult, nineteen now, and more than capable of taking care of himself. He could sort all of this out, right?

He hoped so, because he really didn't want to leave. His life was here, and it was high time he set out on his own, right?

Castiel shifted against him, causing Dean to sigh and rolled over, coming face to face with loving, tired blue eyes that blinked open sluggishly. Cas looked cute - not that Dean would ever admit to using that word - when he was just waking up, his hair all tussled, his expression mostly innocent and sometimes confused as he blinked the sleep away. "Morning," Dean said with a smile.

"Morning," Castiel said with small yawn. "Sleep okay?"

"Of course," Dean replied, grinning. "You?"

"Mmm…" His cheeks reddened suddenly. "It's always better when you're around."

"Aw, Cas, keep that up and people might start to think you love me," Dean joked, wrapping an arm around Cas in return, kissing slowly at his neck. Castiel smiled and kissed back, stealing his lips when he went in to kiss his neck again.

"I do love you," Castiel said happily.

Normally Dean was not an emotional kind of guy. Words like that irked him, but when they were coming from Cas, they were okay. In fact, they made Dean smile as he was consumed with a warm feeling. "Love you too, Cassie." He kissed at Castiel's forehead and grinned when Cas wrinkled his nose.

"Don't call me that."

"Okay…Cassandra."

"Dean."

"Not a Cassandra? Alright, Cassidy." Dean grinned and sat up, stretching as Castiel scowled at him. "Anyone here?"

"No - Jimmy stayed at his friend's, remember? And Dad…he…" Cas looked away and shrugged. "Mom's at work."

Dean understood. Cas's dad had left and hadn't yet come back. It was depressing, and it hurt him to see how much this was affecting Castiel. "Right. I'm cooking. Up, up." He jumped out of bed, stretching again.

"You?"

"What?" Dean frowned. "I'm an excellent cook! Ask Sammy!"

"I don't think pie and milkshakes count as breakfast, Dean…" Cas said, but he was grinning and thus Dean knew he was joking.

Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Pfft, maybe not in your world, but in mine, they are freakin' delicacies." He grabbed Castiel by his arm and left the room, leading him downstairs. He sat him in the living room, on the couch, and handed him the remote. "Sit. Relax. Watch TV - no porn." Then he thought about it for a minute and smirked. "Okay. You can watch porn. But none of that weird stuff we caught your dad watching that one time."

Castiel laughed, and it was a great sound to hear. "I'm gonna say 'no'."

"And I'm gonna be okay with that," Dean said. "Now, I'm off to play housewife - and I can't believe I just said that, but cut me some slack, I only just woke up not long ago - and make you breakfast. You're gonna be surprised and you're going to love it and admire it and be damn grateful I fed it to you." Grinning again, he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Cas laughing behind him.

Castiel had to admit, Dean was actually a great cook. Of course, Dean had cooked for him before - small things, like soup when he was sick, pizza or something - but never a full coarse meal. And yeah, it was good. It tasted delicious and Dean sat proudly next to him, watching him savor every bite. "Where have you been hiding your culinary skills?" Castiel joked between delicious bites of pancakes, sausage, bacon, and a side of eggs - how much did Dean think he ate in the morning? Sheesh. But it was amazing.

"Oh, I just never had need of them. I can't have people thinking I'm great at everything, am I right?" Dean asked smugly, wiping his nails on his chest in that 'I'm awesome' sort of way. "I mean, how unsatisfactory would they feel?"

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Right…" He shook his head and continued shoveling food into his mouth. Dean was next to him, doing the same. It was a picture perfect morning, and Castiel wanted every morning to be like this. He couldn't wait until they had enough money that he and Dean could buy a place together and every morning could be identical to this, with him and Dean together, eating breakfast and waking next to each other. A little corny, maybe, but it was how he felt. "What next, O God of Cooking?"

Dean raised his brows in amusement at that. "I was thinking TV, a rousing game of Twister, and then perhaps we could pick Sam up and go play laser tag later. If you want to, that is."

"Sounds perfect," Castiel said, because it really did.

"I'll just have to go home and shower first, change my clothes…Check in on Dad."

Castiel nodded. "Alright."

But before he had to share Dean with Sam, he was going to enjoy himself for the time being.

Castiel was at his house, waiting for Dean to return from his shower and checking in on his family. Everything had gone perfectly today, and he was a little surprised by it. He couldn't imagine a better day even if he tried. If someone had told him that one day he would feel like a glob of Jell-o around another guy, he would have laughed in their face at the craziness. But now…he couldn't picture it any other way.

He sighed to himself and flipped through the TV channels. Nothing of interest was on, but he had to do something to pass the time. Dean had already been gone for nearly twenty minutes. He hoped Dean returned soon so they could play laser tag, with Sam in tow. They hadn't been to play laser tag since that first time, when he had still been coming to terms with the fact that he had feelings for the green-eyed Winchester.

The phone started ringing and Castiel sighed again, standing as he paced across the room, toward where the phone had been left near the TV. He pressed the green 'TALK' button and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Don't freak out," Jimmy said quickly, seemingly out of breath and in a panic.

Castiel frowned. "Jimmy? What…What do you mean? What's going on?" he asked worriedly, clutching tighter at the phone.

"There's been a fire, Cassie."

"Fire? Huh? At Roger's?" That was the friend Jimmy had stayed with the night before.

"No, Cassie…at the Winchesters'. They're calling it arson."

"They're…what?" Castiel gasped, barely able to choke out the word through his suddenly clenching throat as the words swirled around in his head. A fire at the Winchesters'. Arson. "Dean? Sam? John? Are they okay? Jimmy?" He had to know.

"John wasn't home at the time, he was with the cops, talking over some stuff apparently."

"Dean?" He swallowed thickly. "Sam?"

"They're at the hospital. I'm on my way to pick you up. Don't freak out," Jimmy repeated, and then abruptly hung up, leaving the dial tone ringing loudly in his ears.

Fire…Dean…Sam…in the hospital…No, no, no. Not again.

Castiel sank to his knees, dropping the phone next to him as he released shaky breaths. He didn't know what to do, how to react, or where to start. The day had seemed so perfect…and now this.

Dean or Sam could be dead. No, they wouldn't have taken them to the hospital if they were dead. They were alive - but most likely hurt, injured greatly, burned…

Why had this happened?

Hmm to me, Dean just seems like he'd be an awesome cook. I mean, if he practically raised Sam, wouldn't he be a good cook? Spaghetti o's had to get old! lol. Anywho, thanks for reading, and please review!

~Muffy the Dough Slayer~