Chapter 1 – It's Ordinary Day… Except it isn't
The sun shone through the thin curtains hitting Dean's face, causing him to wake with a groan. He reached over, feeling for Carmen next to him and as always was met by the cool fabric of the duvet. Carmen would always wake up early even on her days off, it never ceased to amaze Dean how much energy the woman had. He stayed in bed for a little longer, starring at the ceiling. His thoughts wandered of to the night before and a smirk grew on his face as he remembered his and Carmen's 'activities'. Now, he mentally thanked god for giving Carmen as much energy as she had. She was perfect. He took on some pants, not bothering to wear underwear. Hell, it was his day off he was gonna make sure he was as comfortable as he could get, and he was hoping that later he was gonna have to take them off anyways. He pulled on a green t-shirt as he went downstairs, smiling as he entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Beautiful," he said and placed a kiss on Carmen's cheek. She looked up and smiled at him before once again focusing on making breakfast. Dean sat down at the table, but it wasn't long before he got bored so he walked over to where Carmen stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"So what are we doing today?" he asked, already having a couple of ideas himself.
"I am going shopping with Jess," she said, much to Dean's annoyance.
"Why can't you guys go shopping some other day? Sundays are the only days we're both home."
"Dean, come on you have to give her a chance, she's a great girl." Carmen said.
" I am sure she is," Dean said as he started nibbling her neck. "But wouldn't you rather stay here with me and do nothing?"
She let him continue the demonstrations of what were to come if only she stayed for a little while, before turning in his arms. "I promised her that we would have girls-day-out and besides if I did stay here, you and I both know that we would not be doing nothing."
Dean tried to look offended as he said, "What are you indicating, that I am some kind of man-slut?" He held the face for a few seconds, but couldn't hold up the act as a smile crept over his features. "'Cause if you are, you're totally right. I am a man-slut...but only for you." Carmen laughed at him, and Dean sent her a pleading look, which only caused her to laugh even harder.
"And don't you forget it," she said and pecking his pouty lips. "...and don't pout."
"Why? I look totally adorable when I pout."
"No," Carmen said in between giggles. "you look ridiculous."
They ate in a comfortable silence, before Dean finally asked, "So...are you staying home?"
"Dean,"
"Fine, I could use a Dean-day anyway." said Dean and his lower lip moved a little forward, almost forming a pout before he caught himself and retrieved his lower lip. He looked up at Carmen to see if she had noticed and if the smug smile on her face was anything to go by she had. Dean looked down at his plate and returned to his breakfast.
A silence once again fell over them, this time Carmen was the one to break it.
"You should call Sam. You guys could grab a beer and catch up," she said, cautiously, and pointedly avoiding his gaze.
Dean pushed his plate away, his appetite suddenly gone. "Nah, I got some stuff to care of and besides Sammy doesn't wanna see me." the usual cheerfulness had left his voice. He got up and left the room.
"Dean... come on," he heard his girlfriend say, her last attempt at having breakfast together. He stripped his clothes and went back to bed, suddenly feeling depressed. The relationship, if you could call it that, he had with his brother had always been strained, they never talked or saw each other, other than at holidays where they would be gathered at his mother's house. They hadn't been close since Sam hit puberty and things had always been awkward between them, Dean had never minded, of course he wanted to talk more with his brother, but lately it's like something was missing from their relationship.
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