But Dean wasn't there when he woke...

Castiel realized it even before he opened his eyes, his body granted with too much bed space and his arm running over the cold sheets where a body should be. He'd left again. How long until he heard from him this time? If at all? Lazily, Cas pushed the covers over his legs, suddenly cold as he shifted his feet around and onto the carpet of his bedroom floor. He didn't bother to actually stand until after he'd wrapped comforting arms around himself, staring out at the gently opened window.

He should probably go talk with Gabriel... if Dean was gone he had no doubt in his mind that Sam would have left with him. Maybe Gabriel already knew. Was he already up? Cas didn't bother slipping any clothes on over his boxers, a t-shirt sure, but a nice and loose one. He trudged his way to the front room, frowning when he found no sign of Gabriel on the couch, but.. no Sam either.

It took a moment before he heard the subtle clang of pots and pans come from the kitchen, Gabriel was probably making some breakfast. Rubbing his hand along the back of his neck, Castiel followed the noise. He nearly fell over when he actually saw them...

Gabriel was sitting atop the island, kicking his legs about as he flirted with Sam, who was concentrating extra hard on cracking eggs into a bowl, careful not to drop in any shells. Gabriel tussled the man's hair, shaking free a puff of flour. Dean was busy near the griddle, flipping a few pancakes and poking his fork at the numerous strips of bacon in the pan beside. They were still there.

Smiling widely, Cas made his way over to Dean. He was humming Metallica to himself as he happily flipped the next cake. Gabriel grinned over to his brother, "Morning Cassie!" Sam and Dean joining, smiling straight at him.

The morning seemed unrealistically cheery if he was honest.

"Good morning..?" He replied, watching as Sam flicked a piece of yolk at Gabriel, nailing him in the nose.

"Hey!" he protested before scooping into the flour bag for retaliation.

Uh oh.

Castiel ducked behind Dean as the flour flew, splattering both the brothers. Castiel and Gabriel were giggling by now, the other two not so amused, but grinning. It took Castiel a few seconds to realize they were looking at each other, as if calculating. Then there was a nod between them. "Gabriel run!" Cas shouted, darting from the kitchen and into the front room, Gabriel only barely managing to slip from the island before the brothers started the hunt.

Everyone was laughing, smiling, with the addition with two squealers... Getting chased by a Winchester was a little frightening. Cas's first instinct was his bedroom, Gabriel followed, on his heels as they reached the room, slamming the door behind them. There wasn't a lock, so they propped themselves against the door, ready to hold off their hunters. "Give up!" Dean shouted through the door.

"Never!" Cas laughed.

"In your dreams!" Gabriel cheered, digging his heels into the carpet as he pushed against the door with his shoulders.

It became a brothers vs brothers battle, Sam and Dean pressing against the door in unison as Gabriel and Cas held their end, barely managing to keep it shut by the third blow. Then suddenly, all movement stopped and it became quiet... too quiet. Like idiots, the two let up, Castiel peeking over Gabriel's shoulder as he started to cautiously open the door. The very second it was opened, just a mere crack, the other two made their fourth push, forcing the door completely open and knocking both of them back into the room, squealing as their lovers rushed in after them playfully. Cas jumped onto his bed defensively, Gabriel already being scooped up over Sam's shoulder. With ease too actually... Sam was a considerable few sizes larger anyway, but Gabriel looked like a child kicking around up there. Dean was at the foot of the bed, grinning devilishly up at Cas, arms crossed.

"You gonna give up now?" Dean asked expectantly.

"Nope." Cas smiled, "You haven't caught me yet."

Dean scoffed. Cas was tough. He turned to wink at Sam, who nodded in reply before strolling out of the room with a flailing Gabriel on his shoulder, telling Dean to take his time. Even if he pretended to fight Dean off as he stepped up onto the bed with him, Cas wasn't really trying that hard. Cas braced himself as his boyfriend... no.. lover... what were they? He still didn't really know. This was sort of putting them on boyfriend terms, but.. it wasn't as if it had been declared. He liked Dean a lot. He wished they could be boyfriends... he'd settle for lovers if that couldn't happen though. The only difference being a bit less of a connection, but he could still-

Cas shook his head, waving the girly thoughts out of his head angrily. No way he'd be the first to confess his feelings. The first is always the one that gets screwed over in the end. Cas was so caught up in his head that he didn't notice just how close Dean was until he felt hot breath against his lips. Dean was right in front of him, forehead just barely pressing against his. His blush deepened when fingers tip-toed their way across his sides, finding a home against the small of his back, pulling him a little closer in the process. They were.. really close together now.

So close Cas could feel the way Dean's heart started to pound, briefly wondering if Dean could hear his.

Castiel's bed didn't have a headboard, which made it all to easy for Dean to sandwich him against the wall, using it's leverage to slowly slide down. It was all kisses and touching from there, each desperate to get at the other. Cas had shifted his legs to be on either side of Dean, who sat on his knees, arms pulling Cas as close as possible. Unhappy with the tempo of things, Cas pushed Dean hard, forcing him down onto his back before crawling over him.

Dean didn't seem to mind Cas deciding to take control. He sat up to help get their shirts off, stray bits of flower flying around in puffs.

"You're going to get it all over my bed.." Cas groaned.

Dean chuckled, "You complaining? We could always stop..."

"No!" Cas whined, pressing his face into Dean's chest and shoving him back down against the bed.

"Thought so." he smiled, wrapping his arm around Castiel's back.

Lifting his head, Cas smiled, "I thought you'd left. I woke up and you weren't there."

"I was downstairs."

"I didn't know that!"

Dean lifted his hands to cup Castiel's cheeks, "I told you I'd be here."

"I like you!"

Dean studied him for a second, "I know."

"I-I want to be your boyfriend!"

Dean's confused expression immediately turned into a large grin, "That's what this is about?"

Cas nodded.

"Baby, you were my boyfriend the moment I saw you. You responded to blue eyes right off the bat." he told him, lightly laughing.

Cas planted one kiss after another onto Dean's lips, "Assbutt!"

"Cas."

"Hmm?"

"I like you too."