Day 16: During Their Morning Ritual(s)
Title: This Rare Moment of Tranquility
Summary: Dean loves the rare moments of tranquility in the morning.
Notes: Pure fluff that made my sweet tooth ache upon writing this.
Dean woke up to a warm bed and the sound of Castiel humming in the kitchen. He smiled to himself, soaking his tired bones in this rare moment of tranquility for a few more seconds. He found himself groaning in protest when he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. He hated how cold he was after leaving his cocoon of warmth, but he fought through the discomfort as he took a long, relaxing shower and brushed his teeth. He didn't bother changing yet as he slid back into his boxers and sluggishly walked into the kitchen, smiling fondly as he caught sight of Castiel—who was alo in his underwear with one of Dean's old band shirts hanging loosely on his frame—in front of the toaster, totally oblivious to his boyfriend's presence. Silently, he walked deeper into the room and wrapped his arms around Castiel from behind, a little disappointed that his angel didn't jump when he felt Dean press against his back.
"Good morning, Dean," Castiel said, turning his head slightly to sneak a glance at the hunter, "I'm making toast."
Dean arched an eyebrow, "Is it gonna be burnt this time?"
Cas swatted him away, smiling sheepishly, "That was one time, you ass."
"Actually, if memory serves me right, it was quite a few times." Dean teased, releasing Cas from his embrace to trace the line of his shoulder blades that rippled underneath the shirt, "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, Dean," Cas said with a smile, "I always sleep fine when I lay next to you."
Dean felt affection bubble in his chest, but he quickly forced t down before it could be apparent on his face. Instead of replying, he crossed the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, asking casually, "Where's Sam?"
"He's still asleep," Cas answered as the two pieces of fresh toast pop up, unfazed by Dean's sudden bashfulness, "He stayed up late last night trying to find more out information on the poltergeist."
"Kid should get paid for overtime." Dean murmured as they both fixed their own plates and moved towards the dining room.
"So I had this dream last night about Sam with these big, wicked antlers," Dean told him as they sat down at the spacious dining table and began eating, "And he was chasing me around while making these moose noises. I swear, it was the most scared I've been in a long time."
Cas chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, smiling at Dean with that content gleam in his eye. They'd been doing this routine for months now, and Dean still felt a little surprised when he would hear Cas rummaging in the kitchen early in the morning and discover that he'd stayed. It was weird to have the same person to wake up to everyday. Dean hadn't had that since Lisa; actually, that aspect was one of the things he'd cherished most during that brief life of bliss and normality.
The two men talked and talked until their stomachs were full and their throats were dry. Castiel put the dishes in the sink as Dean made his way to the bathroom to get changed for the day.
He came up behind Cas and kissed his cheek, burying his face into the side of the angel's neck and hoping he would understand the things Dean couldn't say—not yet anyway. Not until he was sure Cas wasn't going to leave him again.
"I know, Dean." The angel said softly, pressing his body back to soak up the warmth of the man behind him.
They stood there for a moment before Cas chuckled, "Go shave. Your stubble is burning my neck."
"You're one to talk, Peach Fuzz." Dean grumbled, holding onto his angel for one more second before pulling away.
"I'll go change in our room and wake up Sam." Castiel informed him, as if he didn't do this every morning, as if they hadn't found at least one piece of consistency in their rapidly changing lives.
Dean smiled at him one last time before disappearing through the door.
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