A/N: The Muse locked me in a windowless basement and then forgot about me...
Dean woke to Cas firmly stroking up and down his back with both hands. He smiled into the pillow and pretended to be asleep, until Cas' hands drifted to his buttocks and squeezed in a circular motion. Dean gasped in surprise.
"Good morning." He could hear the smile in Cas' voice without looking.
"Mph." He buried his face harder against the pillow. He felt Cas' warm lips brush against his ear.
"I got waffles," he whispered.
Dean rolled onto his back pulling Cas on top of him. "I love you. And your waffles… is there syrup?"
"Of course." Cas' kiss tasted of maple.
"Seriously, as if I needed more reasons to love you," Dean sighed against Cas' lips.
Cas rolled him to the side to give him a soft slap on the ass. "Get up."
"Oh , I'm getting up…" Dean said meaningfully. Cas rolled his eyes with a grin. He climbed off Dean, out of bed and went to the kitchenette.
"Fine. More for me. I'll just eat your waffles too."
Dean was at the shiny, avocado green countertop like a shot. "I will make you ride in the trunk," he threatened, before filling his mouth with waffle and squirting the syrup directly from the plastic bottle into his mouth.
Cas shook his head, smiling indulgently, and ate his own waffle like an intelligent, sentient being should. The first waffle was just for show, Dean took his time savouring the rest.
"Dean?"
"Whuh?"
"Can we go at a more reasonable pace today?"
Dean took his attention from the last of his waffles to find Cas raising an eyebrow at him. Dean rubbed a hand over his mouth and looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, babe." He placed a hand on Cas' shoulder, rubbing with his thumb. "I'm just in a hurry to get to Sam's before Christmas. We can take it a bit slower."
Cas cupped his cheek and brushed his lips over Dean's. "Good. Today seems like a nice day. I thought we could have coffee in the park before we go."
Dean leaned his head against Cas' and whispered, smiling. "Aw, you old romantic, you."
-oOo-
They had found an empty bench in the manicured park and sat with their take-away coffees. Dean was lounging back, one arm stretched along the back of the bench, the other holding his coffee. Cas sat forward with his elbows on his knees, blowing on his coffee. Being a cold time of year, the park only contained a couple walking a pair of curly-haired dogs, one crazy jogger doing laps around the pond and a mother with a young child near the play equipment. The mother was completely focussed on her iPhone.
"Mom! Look! Look at me!"
The child's shrill voice caught Cas' attention. He watched frowning. The frown was turned on Dean when he slurped loudly from his coffee. "What?"
Cas ignored the question and turned back to the child's piercing demands for attention. Dean's eyes followed in the same direction.
"Look! Mommy! See? Look what I can do!" The child was on the round-about, alternately running to speed it along and then riding it around and around. The mother had not looked up from her iPhone once.
Dean watched Cas as he continued to scowl at the mother ignoring her child. "That's really bugging you isn't it?"
Cas gave him a brief glance. It was enough for Dean to read the desperation in his eyes. "Cas. No."
"Mom! Mo-o-ommeeee!"
Cas gave Dean a pleading look. Dean sighed, knowing whatever Cas did, he'd back him up.
Suddenly Cas placed his coffee on the ground and headed towards the mother and child.
"Shit." Dean put his own coffee down and ran after Cas. The woman never saw it coming. She was too busy with her phone. Until Cas snatched it from her hand and threw it in the pond. "Stop neglecting your child." Cas skewered her with a piercing scowl. She stared open mouthed. The child was doing the same, going around and around, staring.
"Oh, shit, Cas. Lets go." Dean grabbed Cas' hand and started running for the car, before the woman came to her senses and demanded her phone replaced, or assumed they were kiddy fiddlers.
Once back at the car, Dean gave himself the liberty of a chuckle. Cas was sitting, staring at his hands in his lap. Dean covered Cas' hands with his own. "Hey. You did good. She'll think twice about taking her kid for granted. "
Cas gave him a hesitant, sidelong smile. "Really?"
"Absolutely. And you'll have something to tell Sam when we see him."
"Her expression was quite comical."
Dean smiled as he started the Impala, feeling much more relaxed than the day before.