Dean slid out carefully from Cas' grasp, deliberately ignoring what felt like Cas' morning wood as he went. If he did right, Cas would never have to know the compromising position they'd slept in. Finally achieving freedom, Dean stood up slowly so as not to wake up his friend. Cas' shaggy black hair fell in his face, completely mussed from sleep. Fighting the urge to brush Cas' hair back, the scent of bacon snapped Dean out of staring at the sleeping man and reminded him of his quest. Bacon.

He emerged from his room, closing the door quietly, to find Gabriel and Sam busily cooking back and eggs and waffles and…was Gabriel seriously chopping up pineapple?

"This," he said, gesturing to the quickly forming breakfast spread, "Is how to wake up in the morning."

Sam rolled his eyes.

Gabriel, however, faced Dean with mock sadness, "What? No 'thank you'?"

Sam said, "That's as close to a 'thank you' as we're going to get."

"Oh," Gabriel said, "Well, you're welcome."

Dean sat at the table and shook his head at them. He'd thank them for the meal when they weren't being sassy shits. Once Charlie, Dorothy, and Cas joined them at the table, Sam and Gabriel started serving food. Dean grabbed some folding chairs for the extra people.

Dorothy commented, "We're going to need a bigger table," once all the food was brought over. As they all started eating, an awkward silence fell over the table. The food was very good, but it wasn't enough to make Dean forget the feel of Cas' arms. And that bothered the hell out of him.

Finally, Charlie said, "Well, I was never good at the quiet game. What's going on?" Dean focused as hard as possible on the crunch of back between his teeth. Why was Cas so comfortable? Why was he looking so innocent as he poured syrup on his waffles? Didn't he know what he was doing to Dean's head?

Dorothy looked at Charlie and said, "Maybe it has something to do with those two cuddling last night?" Dean nearly inhaled a bite of scalding eggs. It wasn't until he looked up and saw Sam push away from the table, abrupt and red faced, did he know she wasn't talking about him and Cas. Sam walked quickly to his room and shut the door.

"We're not talking about it," Gabriel clarified.

Charlie said, "Okaayyy…are we are not talking about Dean and Cas spooning this morning?" Dean wondered if he'd accidentally left his door open or if the concept of privacy was really so foreign in their household.

"Definitely not talking about it," Dean answered, skewering a piece of pineapple with slightly more agitation than was warranted.

Cas sighed, "I see no reason why we can't talk about it. It's not like anything untoward happened."

"Untoward?" Dean asked, questioning his friend's word choice.

"Nothing sexual or physically intimate happened, Dean," Cas clarified.

"Yeah," Dean said, trying to keep the fire from his face, "Definitely not talk about it. At all." Dorothy burst out laughing, and Charlie tried to hold herself together and failed.

Gabriel left to go check on Sam as Charlie choked out, "Oh my god, Cas, if you can make Dean's face turn that color all the time, we are keeping you around. Oh my gosh, that was priceless."

Dean mockingly laughed along and then glared at the girls as Sam and Gabriel returned to the table. He was about to comment on Sam's interesting morning when Cas' knee touched his under the table. The words evaporated on his tongue. And Cas' knee didn't leave.

Gabriel tried to break the silence with a story about Sam smashing an egg all over the counter while they cooked the food. It was followed by laughter and more story sharing that made the rest of breakfast much more of chaotic panic bouncing around Dean's head. Did Cas know his knee was touching Dean's? Had he purposely started cuddling with Dean last night? Why was Dean okay with any of this?

He wasn't gay. Not that there was anything wrong with it. It was pretty clear Sam was more gay than not. He hoped the glance Sam was stealing at Gabriel meant that he wouldn't have to see Luci anymore. Still, as Dean shifted his knee away from Cas and missed the comfortable warmth immediately, he knew he wasn't gay. He'd dated Cassie and Lisa, both of who were notably female. And he'd had plenty of one night stands over the years, all of which were women. He had never been attracted to a guy ever. Until now. What the hell was going on? Were Cas' hands supposed to look so soft? Was that supposed to be attractive? Fuck everything.

Cas started telling a story, which drew Dean out of his head much too quickly for his own comfort.

"You know," he was saying, "The first time I saw bacon, my dad was doing absolutely everything to get me to try it. I was a vegetarian at the time, and he even tried telling me pigs were meant to be bacon like it was their sole purpose in life." He laughed to himself, earning confused looks from everyone at the table.

He explained, "It's funny, because pigs obviously have more to their lives than being processed breakfast food." Dean noticed Cas had completely avoided the bacon. Learn something new every day.

"Anyway," Cas continued, "I told my dad as much. About pigs having lives. He told me I was crazy, but he never touched bacon again."

"What?" Dean asked, laughing, "He gave up on bacon?" For whatever reason, Cas' story wasn't necessarily funny, but it was sort of endearing.

Cas nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, "He didn't need all that grease and fat anyway. It's probably the unhealthiest food that gets consumed regularly."

"Thank you!" Sam said, happy that someone agreed with his healthy, baconless lifestyle.

"Freak," Dean and Gabriel said in unison. Sam scowled at them.

Cas smiled at Sam and grabbed a piece of bacon. He took a chunk out of it and swallowed, earning him a shocked stare from Sam and a proud one from Dean.

"Guess now's a good time to mention that bacon is the only kind of meat Cas likes," Gabriel said, grinning at Sam.

Sam sputtered, "But you just said you're a vegetarian."

"At the time," Cas corrected.

Dean collected Cas' and his plates and patted Sam on the shoulder on the way to the kitchen sink, "Tough break, Sam. No health freak allies for you today." Dean washed the plates, trying not to think about how hot it was when Cas ate that piece of bacon.

Shortly after breakfast, Gabriel offered to walk Cas home on the way to his place. Cas didn't so much as wave to Dean on his way out, which honestly, made everything a lot more confusing.

But after they left, his life seemed to return to normal. He decided he'd just not have Cas over at his place overnight. Last night was what made this morning so confusing. Everything would go back to normal. As Dean thought about the time he and Lisa had made breakfast for Ben, he wondered how good of a thing normal was.

He sat next to Sam on the couch and deflected his thoughts by saying, "So, you and Gabriel, huh?" Sam shot Dean a glare that could have probably turned him to stone if he tried harder.

"No," Sam said.

Dean laughed as Sam turned on the TV just to shut him up