The next morning, Dean woke to an empty bed.
His heart sunk and he curled himself in a ball, hugging himself.
Of course Cas was getting tired of him. He was too easy. A pushover.
He didn't deserve an angel like Cas.
His thoughts ran in a loop of self depreciation and tears stung in the corners of his eyes.
The door swooshed open, but Dean didn't hear it.
"Hey... Dean.. What's wrong love?" Cas sounded concerned.
Oh great, now he was worrying Cas.
Dean curled in tighter. "N'thin'" he grumbled.
Cas lovingly peeled the blankets from his still form.
"It's not nothing, Dean. I'm here. I brought breakfast... it's Sunday, and Samandriël has taken todays shift. I'm off until Monday." he softly said, stroking Dean's hair from his face.
Dean looked up at Cas, wanting to tell him he wasn't hungry.
His stomach was knotted and he felt awfull.
Cas was staring down at him with a sweet smile.
Dean saw the love and care in those blue eyes and slowly uncurled himself.
"But Cas..." he started, only to have one of those slender fingers pressed down on his lips.
"Shush, Dean. "
A sweet kiss to his brow warmed his heart, and he closed his eyes.
Cas indicated to the bedside table where a tray stood, bearing in tea, orange juice, croissants and toast.
"Now eat up, my love. I want to give you that massage and take a lazy bath with you."
Dean's insides tingled at the prospect, but first his stomach growled.
Cas chuckled and passed over the tray.
Patting the bed, Dean indicated Cas to join him, which he did with a grin.
"You couldn't keep me away, Winchester." he said, as he slid between the sheets.
Later, still warm and rosy from the hour long bath they took, they cuddled together on the sofa.
Cas was absentmindedly combing his fingers through Dean's hair while reading and Dean was playing a game on his phone.
"Cas..." Dean suddenly said.
He waited until Cas had lowered his book.
"What's wrong, Dean?"
"I wondered... did you know I'm bi, or did you just guess?"
Cas put the book away and resumed combing through Dean's hair.
"I knew. Remember that you and Gabe were at the bar when you told him..."
Dean remembered and he started to chuckle.
"That devious little imp... That's why he raised his voice so much. To make sure you heard."
Cas nodded, still carding his hair.
"He knew I liked you." Cas admitted low.
"So he set us up, didn't he?" Dean said, a bit of wonder in his voice.
"I guess he did." Cas admitted. "But Dean... did you know I'm gay, or..."
Dean blushed deeply, dipping his head.
"I... hoped you like guys. I never really knew you, you know. At Nomed, we spoke that one time, on the parking lot, but you sounded sick, and were wrapped in that scarf. I credited the odd retreat on that. After that, I only saw you from a distance, or from the back. And at the bar... You were working, and I was too chickenshit to try and find out more about you. I didn't even know that was you, to be honest. Cause I never really saw your face at Nomed."
Fidgeting with his phone, Dean continued.
"And then Gabe got me to move in here, and I... UGH. Things clicked when I saw you in your work clothes. I kinda had a crush on you already. I never saw signs of a girl in your life. So I just hoped, and tried to be friends, in case it didn't work out. When we went to see the band, and you looked so sexy and relaxed, I got drunk because I realised my crush had passed into love territory."
Cas chuckled and pressed a cute kiss on the very top of his head.
"Aw, Dean... you're a cute drunk. Go on..." he invited.
Dean licked his lips and sighed.
"You were being so sweet to me, and cute to Alfie..."
Cas smirked. "His name is Samandriël. So, you were jealous!"
Cheeks flaming, Dean cleared his throat.
"Yeah. Kinda... anyway, you were so cute and sweet and caring, and it kinda reminded me of that dream I head, after we'd drank all that JW blue. You were drunk and tried to carry me up to bed, but you slipped and... we fell on the sofa. I said something about your eyes and you... you kissed me."
Cas' fingers had stilled, and his hands were now resting on Dean's shoulders.
"And you kissed me back. We kept kissing for a while... until we just snuggled on the sofa, saying to eachother that it was nice..." he finished. "Dean... I dreamed that too... so maybe..."
Dean turned and stared at him, processing this new info.
"Maybe it wasn't a dream... but, Cas, how did I end up in my own bed, alone?"
Frowning, Cas rubbed his mouth.
"I was wondering the exact same thing. All I can remember was falling asleep, thinking this would be a great way to wake up, but when I did, I was in my bed, alone."
Something from that day clicked in Dean's mind and he sat up.
"It was that snowstorm... Sam and Gabe..."