A/N: This is the first time I have written something that resembles slash! And also the first time I have written something for this fandom. I just love this paring and I love fluffy goodness which I hope this comes across as. Also, it's short. I think it's the shortest thing I have ever written, but I just didn't want to add anything. I felt like it would have ruined it.
There really isn't anything to it, I just wanted to write cute, fluff, domestic destiel. Mainly because of my intense love for reading cute, fluffy, domestic destiel.
Okay I'll quit my rambling now. Enjoy!
-Carly
Sometimes when Dean comes home he'll find Cas asleep on the couch. It doesn't happen often, in fact it's usually the other way around, but when it comes to these rare moments of finding Cas asleep on the couch, well, Dean can't help but stop and stare. With one hand off the side of the couch, the other haphazardly placed on top of the cat laying on his chest, Cas looks peaceful. He never looks this peaceful when he's awake, always worried about one thing or another. Dean likes him this way; peaceful. He lets himself stand in the archway of the living room for only a few minuets before moving quietly towards the kitchen and away from Cas. He feels that if he were to stand there any longer the moment would be ruined. Later, Dean hears Cas moving, the cat landing on the ground before running off, and finally Cas yawning as he comes up behind Dean who is sitting at the kitchen table.
"Hello, Dean. I didn't hear you come in." Cas says placing a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"You were asleep." Dean points out as he places one of his hands on top of Cas' glancing up to give Cas a quick smile.
"So I was." Cas says before taking his hand off of Dean's shoulder and moving towards the kitchen. "Hungry?"
"You know I always am."