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Dean and Castiel woke within minutes of each other, Castiel waking up and stretching, Dean catching him right before he rolled off the narrow edge of the couch. They both got up then, and Castiel wasted no time going into his kitchen, pulling out the thee boxes of cereal he had. He poured himself a bowl of Frosted Cheerios without thinking twice, gesturing for Dean to take what he wanted as he sat down at the bar on the side of the kitchen..

Dean was torn, however, standing with his head cocked at the boxes, hand aimlessly rubbing his bare stomach, jeans hanging awkwardly off his hips from sleeping in them. He stared for another moment, lost in his thought before shrugging, grabbing all three boxes. He poured a mix of them into a bowl, and nodded once he was satisfied with the balance, dumping some milk in before joining Castiel, who was staring at the man.

"Dean, that's disgusting."

"Hmm?" Dean hummed around a mouthful of the mixture, making Castiel pull a face.

"You mixed Frosted Cheerios, Coco Puffs, and Raisin Bran together."

"Your point?" Dean asked, taking another bite.

"You- I… That's disgusting."

Dean raised an eyebrow, scooping up a spoonful, cupping his hand underneath it as he held it out to Castiel.

"I'm not eating that," he deadpanned.

"Yes you are."

"Nope," he finalized, taking a bite of his own cereal for good measure.

"I'll force you."

Castiel swallowed. "Really now? How do you suppose you're going to go off doing that?"

Dean was quiet on his side, and Castiel considered that a win. He smirked and went to take another bite of his cereal, but suddenly there was a hand grasping his jaw, turning his face towards Dean. He pressed his lips together solidly, preparing for Dean to try and force feed him, but when soft lips were pressed against his instead of a spoon, he couldn't help but to relax. Dean pried his lips open without much effort, Castiel responding to his ministrations. Dean pulled away a minute later, leaving Castiel dazed, lips parted, eyes hooded, cheeks flushed. He began to smile, an- okay what the fuck is in my mouth.

A spoon.

With cereal.

Dean's cereal.

Castiel let out a muffled yelp, closing his mouth around the spoon, the contents spilling on to his tongue. He glared at Dean. "gwe wihiff ouu muh mouff."

Dean laughed. "What?"

Castiel crossed his arms. "gwe wihifffff, ouuuuuu muh moouuff."

Dean laughed again, a look of pure joy on his face as he pulled the spoon out of Castiel's mouth slowly, making sure the mixed concoction of cereal was eaten. Castiel swallowed it down, and glared harder at Dean.

"Soooooo?" Dean pressed, smiling.

"Soooo what?"

"Did'ja like it?"

He received a blank look in return, though if Castiel was being honest, it wasn't that bad.

After breakfast, Castiel had about a half hour before he had to be off to his classes, and he spent that time reprimanding Dean for eating the most disgusting things, to which Dean replied "And yet you still want to be near my mouth." with a smirk.

Castiel had smacked his thigh, and then got up, kissing Dean on the cheek before heading off, leaving Dean to do what he wanted while he was gone.

He turned everything upside down.

Everything.

Castiel had arrive back around 5p.m., and dropped his bag the moment he walked in, mouth gaping open as he looked around. Perhaps the most comical part of it was Dean, who was laying on his back on the floor, legs up and over the bottom of the couch as he stared at the upside down television.

"Dean, seriously?"

"I was bored." Dean replied. Castiel shook his head an picked up his bag, going to his bedroom.

Dean smiled as he disappeared, even wider so when Castiel shouted "The fucking bed!?"

It hadn't taken long to fix the apartment, the only difficult part being setting the bed and Castiel's desk back upright.

Once done, Dean had wrapped his arms around Castiel from the side, peppering his cheek and jaw with kisses until he smiled.

"I still don't understand why you flipped everything."

"I was lonely."

Castiel aww'd, turning in Dean's arms to kiss him. "Sorry, but I kinda need to learn."

Dean smiled. "Just glad you're back. Also it's like, 5:30. Food?"

Castiel nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."

"Awesome. Where do you wanna go tonight."

"Ohhh no no no no," Castiel argued, slipping out of Dean's arms. "I'm making food tonight."

Dean looked torn, but he eventually nodded in acceptance. "What're we having?"

Castiel shrugged. "What do you want?

Dean wanted another hamburger.

Castiel said no.

"No you're eating something else."

"But I like hamburgers."

"Obviously."

Castiel had made macaroni, with ground beef to satisfy Dean's hamburger obsession. And Dean loved it.

A lot.

"How the hell do you eat so much?"

Dean shrugged around a mouthful of food. "I dunno."

"Swallow your food."

Dean did, but not before sticking his tongue out at Castiel. He just rolled his eyes in return, standing to go clean up. Dean finished a minute later, following Castiel up to the sink to help him.

Don't let Dean near sinks.

They had gotten almost everything clean before Dean smacked his hand into the soapy water at an angle, shooting a wave straight at Castiel. "Did you seriously just do tha-" another smack.

It was on.

They were splashing and smacking the water at each other, soap getting all over their clothes, water soaking through them. Castiel scooped up a handful of the bubbles in his hand, smearing it down Dean's cheek. He made to pull his hand away, but Dean grabbed him around the wrist, tugging his arm back. Castiel tripped forward into Dean, and the other wrapped an arm around him. Dean took his free arm, dipping it into the water, taking a scoop of bubbles. He grinned.

Castiel's eyes widened. "No. No. Dean, no. No no no no n-"

Dean flipped his hand over on top of Castiel's head, flattening it out, rubbing the bubbles into his hair. Castiel growled and Dean laughed.

"Lookin' good, Cas."

Castiel growled and pulled away from Dean, playfully shoving his chest. "Now I gotta go shower, dick."

"You want mine."

"You've already tried that line."

"Doesn't make it any less true."

When Castiel had reemerged, he was dressed in his pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt, which left Dean slightly disappointed. "I was hoping you'd come out naked," he whined jokingly.

Castiel took towel draped over his shoulders twirling it and whipping it at Dean, hitting him on his thigh. "Go shower."

"Rude," Dean commented, rubbing his thigh though it didn't really hurt that bad.

"Go shower," Castiel reiterated.

Dean complied with a huff, stalking off to the bathroom.

He returned a while later, scrubbing his hair with his towel, padding into the room only in his boxers. Castiel turned his attention from the TV to look at him. He smirked. "Get over here."

Dean complied, and made to take a seat beside Castiel, but when he felt hands sliding over his hip, he paused. He looked at Castiel, and the sitting man smiled, leaning and reaching forward, grabbing his other hip. He pulled him back as he stood, his chest pressing against Dean's back. Dean tipped his head back, and Castiel rubbed circles in his hips.

He pressed his nose into Dean's neck, and Dean covered his hands with his own. Castiel smiled. "You still smell like you."

"I have a smell?"

"Mhmm. Like cologne, and coffee, and sometimes leather."

Dean laughed. "Doesn't sound that appealing."

"Oh, it is," Castiel confirmed, attaching his lips to Dean's neck, nipping a sucking a bruise into place.

"Cas, babe, really? You left like, twenty on me last night."

"And now I'm leaving more."

Dean just laughed, and Castiel pulled away, but only to tug Dean down on to his lap as he sat. Dean squirmed.

"Sit still," Castiel said, hands clasping together over Dean's stomach as he kissed his shoulder.

"Sorry. This is just… new."

"What? Not used to being little spoon?" Dean shook his head. "Would you like to sit a different way?" He nodded.

Castiel shifted beneath Dean, making space between him and the side of the couch, letting Dean slip in there. He turned his body enough to keep his legs draped over Castiel's.

"Better?"

Dean nodded, leaning in to kiss Castiel's cheek.

They stayed up watching movies again before heading off to sleep, actually on the bed this time.

When they woke the next morning, they repeated their morning, Castiel eating his singular choice of cereal, Dean eating all of them. When Castiel left for class, however, Dean waved him off in a cab before hailing his own. He would've just walked, but it was raining. Not hard, but it would be later, and he needed to get to his hotel to get into some new clothes.

The ride was short, and Dean tossed a wad of cash at the driver before hopping out, darting into the hotel. He shook the small droplets off of his clothes before moving on. He was stopped by a little girl, who was fascinated by his watch. Dean just laughed, and let her play with it for a moment before continuing to his elevator. He stepped in, and reached for his wallet, patting his pockets. "What the hell, I just had it," Dean muttered, trying to look behind him to check his back pockets.

"Looking for this?"

That voice. Dean snapped around to the front of the elevator. There James stood, dangling Dean's wallet between his fingers.

"How did… you…" Dean looked down at his pockets, trying to figure it out. James stepped completely into the elevator, swiping his room card and pressing the button for Dean's floor in one swift motion. Dean went to argue against James coming up with him, but the doors had already slid shut. He just grumbled, and snatched his wallet back. "How did you even grab this?"

"It was in your hand, and you didn't seem to really notice. That little girl was cute, by the way."

Dean's face was blank. "What do you want, James?"

"I just want to talk."

"And you thought stealing my wallet was the best way to do it?"

"I had to get your attention."

The elevator dinged, and Dean stepped out, slipping his room card out of his wallet, unlocking the door. He walked in, James following shortly after. He turned around to face his driver. "You. Talk. I'm gonna go change." Dean tossed his wallet and phone down on one of the couches as he began unbuckling his belt.

James followed Dean back to his room, though he stopped outside the door, leaning against the wall, facing away from Dean. Creeping on his boss wouldn't be the best idea at the moment.

"You gonna talk or not?" Dean called from what sounded like his closet.

"Listen, Dean. I'm sorry for what I did." Dean scoffed, the sound much louder, and it took James a moment to realize he was coming back out. Dean brushed past him as he rounded the corner, and James followed him. "I shouldn't have done what I did. It was… unprofessional," he settled on.

Dean whirled on him once in the main room. "Unprofessional? Unprofessional? James, you shot way past that mark."

James shrunk. "I know, I know. I… I wanted what I wanted. I didn't think about…"

"About…" Dean egged him on.

"About your feelings on it."

Dean nodded. "It's okay, James."

He smiled weakly. "All that I said was true, however. About being jealous, about my… feelings on all the one-night stands. That wasn't a lie."

"Let's pretend that it was," Dean responded, cupping James on the shoulder before heading towards the bathroom, calling over his shoulder. "Plus, I have Cas to tide me over. I'll be keeping him for a while."

Not if I can help it.

The door to the bathroom clicked behind Dean, and James' forced smile dropped. He couldn't let Dean keep falling for this… man. He wouldn't let Dean fall for him. James began looking around the large room, searching for anything he could use against the two of them. Not much available in a hotel room, however. His eyes scanned over everything, and- oh hey. Look at that.

James paced across the room, snatching Dean's phone off of the couch. He pressed the top, ensuring there wasn't a lock on it before slipping it into his pocket. He heard Dean coming out, and quickly sat down on the couch. He smiled as Dean came into view.

Dean nodded back. "Alright, well I'm out of here. Want to ride down with me?"

James nodded and stood, following Dean out to the elevator. "Oh," he snapped, walking back to the couch to grab Dean's wallet. "Almost forgot this."

Dean smiled as James joined him again, handing over the wallet. He clapped his shoulder. "Hey, thanks man."

Dean ditched James at the hotel, deciding to return in a cab instead, stopping at a donut shop to pick up a box along the way. He got home, ate a few donuts, and took a nap on the couch.

Castiel arrived a few hours later, taking note of Dean passed out on the couch. One of his legs was up on the top, bending over to the back, one of his arms draped across his body, the other dangling off the edge, fingers brushing the ground. Castiel grinned.

He left to his bedroom, ditching his bag and Dean's jacket in there, along with his shoes before he crept back into the main room. He knee'd his way on to the couch, crawling as close to Dean as he could before he stretched forward, nuzzling Dean's arm up and over, onto his back as he lay down on top of him. He adjusted himself, and stared at Dean, blowing careful streams of air over his face and neck. He gave up after a few minutes, opting to just stare at Dean instead.

"Are you watching me sleep?" Castiel smiled. "Cause that's kinda creepy, babe."

"I like it when you call me babe."

"I like it when you kiss me."

Castiel agreed to that. He slid up and kissed him, pulling away after a moment.

"Also got dounut-"

"Yes!" Castiel cheered, rolling himself off Dean and onto the floor, scrambling up to go find the pink box. He fist pumped when he found them, shoving one in his mouth as he grabbed another, walking back out to Dean, who was watching him from the couch.

"Like donuts?"

"So much."

"Swallow your food."

Castiel stuck his tongue before swallowing.

"Mature."

"I love donuts."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I learn something new about you every day."

Castiel grinned. "I plan to keep it that way."

"Good."

So this was a really... filler-y chapter. Sorry 'bout that but some shit's gonna go down I swear it.

Also, really, thank you guys so much for supporting this! I didn't really plan to extend it much, but here I am on chapter 12, a little over 30,000 words in, an still going. Really. Bless your souls for sticking with this tossed together thing. I mean, I'm making it up on the fly, and you guys are still digging it.

Bless you. I love you. All of you. Even you, beautifully-rational, who has mentioned Twist and ShoUT 3 TIMES

I swear to god you won't let me get over my feels on that. I'm going to headbutt you

Also, I'm completely nude on top, but have about 7 layers on my legs. I don't remember doing this, but I did. I don't even know where I found all these pants. I also don't know how I'm not dying, they're all fuzzy pyjamas. minus my panties those aren't fuzzy

WOAH! I OVERSHARED!

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OK one more thing, I'm changing my tumblr. Should I do batsteil, mousestiel, squidstiel i just really like cute animals fuck off and i wanted catfishstiel or foxstiel cause i am the catfish and also sometimes the fox but they were taken... again fuck off

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So, thank you SO MUCH for reading, and as always, let me know what you think! I love hearing your thoughts and opinions on this! :)