Dean woke around eleven the next morning. Thank god it was Saturday. He smiled down at Cas, who was sleeping against his chest. He leaned down, kissing his forehead. Cas stirred, eyes fluttering open. A smile spread across the boys face as he saw Dean.
"Good morning," Cas murmured.
"Mornin', hun," Dean said, pecking him on the lips before leaning back and extracting himself from Cas' arms. Cas looked so cute, all messy hair and sparkling blue eyes under half mast lids. Dean chuckled, poking Cas' muscular stomach before moving to his room, yanking on a pair of sweats and coming downstairs with a pair for Cas. He threw them to the other boy, and Cas stripped out of his jeans, pulling on the warm sweats.
"Where are you going?" Cas asked as he headed into the kitchen.
"To make breakfast!" Dean called back, but then back peddled. His eyes caught onto the worn vinyl in the corner. He hadn't used it since his mother had passed. He slowly made his way forward, and knelt in front of it, sifting through the records. He smiled softly but moved passed The Beatles; he wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Instead he picked up the Air Supply record and put it on. He could feel Cas' eyes boring into him as he dropped the needle. I'm All Out Of Love lyrics floated through the house. He turned and saw Cas' raised brow.
"Air Supply?" the other boy asked. Dean bit his lip and nodded, hoping this was okay. Cas listened to the music a moment before nodding and smiling.
"I could listen to this," he said. Dean smiled a wide, relieved smile, singing softly along as he moved to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"I'm lying alone with my head on the phone, thinking of you 'till it hurts….I know you hurt too, but what else can we do….tormented and torn apart….I wish I could carry your smile in my heart…for times when my life seems so low…it would make me believe what tomorrow could bring….when today doesn't really know….doesn't really know….." he sang as he started the pancakes. He heard Cas' footsteps as he padded into the kitchen with socked feet. Arms curled around his waist from behind and he smiled, putting one of his arms on Cas'. He felt the other boys chin come to rest on his shoulder and his smile widened. He heard Cas' voice, soft in his ear, as he sang, voice mingling with Dean's.
"I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you….I know you were right, believing for so long…I'm all out of love, what am I without you…I can't be too late to say I was so wrong…" Dean smiled as he listened to their voices, flipping the pancakes and turning in Cas' arms, kissing the other boy deeply, tongues intertwining like they were one, lips locking like they would never part. God, he loved Cas. Loved him to the ends of the earth. Loved him like the sun was something was something he'd built for him in his tool shed.