Destiel – Fluff

Castiel rose from the bed. He hadn't been sleeping, but simply letting Dean cuddle him while the hunter slept. Dean and Sam had finally decided to take a vacation and Sam went off taking a short course, which Castiel understood more than Dean; Sam loved learning. Castiel always admired that about him, mostly because he was the same way as well. Dean was more of a hands-on kind of guy.

And Castiel loved him for that.

Dean got a job as a mechanic, even though their vacation wasn't very long, and got up every morning to go to work. Well, Castiel woke him up. It was surprisingly new for Dean, earning his money, and he rather liked working to get money than simply using someone else's credit cards.

Castiel traced a finger along Dean's cheek, feeling the slight stubble there and sighed contentedly, watching his hunter sleep. Soon, he got up and put on some clothes, Dean's actually, after the hunter insisted on Castiel not wearing a suit in the apartment they rented. Castiel, however, insisted, much to Dean's annoyance and amusement, on wearing his trenchcoat.

Castiel checked the clock and bent over Dean, shaking his shoulder gently. "Dean," he said softly, trying to wake him. Dean mumbled something and rolled over, hands stretching over the mattress as he felt for Castiel.

"Dean," he said, a bit louder.

"Five more minutes, Cas," Dean said, his voice raspy. He turned around slightly; his eyes shut, and reached out his hands, feeling for Castiel.

The angel gave him his hand and Dean tugged him down into the bed, rolling to his original side to face him. Dean's eyes didn't even open; he already knew Castiel was wearing it, and pushed his hand on his shoulder.

"I'll never understand you and this damned trenchcoat," he mumbled, pushing his hand more and shoving off the coat. Castiel allowed him, eventually sitting up and pulling off the trenchcoat. Dean pulled him down again, nuzzling his face into Castiel's neck and humming, going back to sleep.

Castiel slipped an arm around Dean's neck and stroked his messy hair slightly. After exactly five minutes, Castiel began to rouse Dean again, knowing if he waited any longer Dean wouldn't get up.

"Dean!" he cried, shoving the hunter off of him even though he hated to do so. He stood up quickly before Dean could begin cuddling him again.

The hunter groaned, squinting as Castiel pulled apart the curtains. "You have work, go get ready," Castiel said, turning to face him and to make sure he didn't go back to bed again.

Dean stood up and stumbled to his stern lover, placing his hands on his waist and giving him a kiss on the cheek, mumbling a 'good morning to you too, Cas' before shuffling into the bathroom. Castiel watched the half awake hunter fondly before going downstairs.

He poured some oil into a pan, cracking a few eggs into it. It was only then he remembered that he was supposed to whisk them and hurriedly pulled the pan off the heat, grabbing a fork and swirling it around the setting eggs madly. He placed it back on the heat again and frowned, noticing something wasn't right, before he ran to the cabinet to get some salt and pepper.

Castiel began making the coffee, being sure to put in milk and sugar, since last time he forgot it and ended up putting twice as much coffee, making Dean choke on it.

He forgot to grill the sausages before the eggs since they take longer to cook and rushed madly to do that so the eggs could stay a little while longer in the hot pan without getting burnt. He managed to get things under control and was scooping it out in a plate when Dean came downstairs, trying to fold the overalls he wore to work.

"Ah, thanks Cas," he said, dumping the overalls on the couch and walking over to the table, his eyes glued to the plate.

"You're welcome, Dean," Castiel said in his usual monotone voice. He tried putting some emotion into it once, but Dean stopped him, saying it was what made Cas Cas.

"C'mere," he said, lifting a fork with eggs on it to Castiel.

"Dean, you know I don't eat," he protested, even though they had this exact conversation every morning.

"Come on, just try it," Dean coaxed, shaking the fork at him.

Castiel sighed and, just like every morning, leaned over, letting Dean feed him the eggs. After Castiel took the eggs into his mouth, Dean stabbed another clump of them and stuffed it in his mouth, mumbling, "Good, innit?"

"Yes, it's good," Castiel replied. It certainly was interesting, yesterday it had been toast, which Castiel hadn't liked, and the day before it was bacon, which he found too salty, and some orange juice, which tasted nothing like the juice he would squeeze fresh from an orange in Heaven, it was awfully bitter compared to that. Eggs weren't so bad.

Castiel moved over to the couch, lifting Dean's overalls and beginning to fold them neatly. "You know, you could leave these in your place of work," he said, shaking it to get some of the wrinkles out.

"So some freak could work some voodoo on it and have it strangle me when I put it on? No thanks," he said, sipping his coffee.

Castiel didn't reply; it was Dean's nature to be cautious of everything. He folded Dean's overalls then went back over to Dean just as he was finishing the last bit of his breakfast. He fed Castiel a piece of his sausage before gulping down the rest of his coffee and going upstairs to grab his keys.

Castiel got the brown paper bag in the fridge containing Dean's lunch which he prepared the night before and set his overalls next to it on the counter. Dean pounded down the stairs, grabbing the bag and tucking the overalls below his arm.

Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him against his body and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Be back soon, baby."

Castiel walked him to the door and watched as his hunter drove off in the Impala, giving Cas a wink right before he took off down the road.