Sorry again but I've been quite busy since the beginning of August and it will be that way till Sept. 20th. So please, be patient, as the updates are fewer. But I'm not abandoning the fic. Hope you'll still enjoy. Fluff chapter as promised, so not much happens.
The next morning something woke Dean up much earlier than necessary. Upon casual examination, cause he wasn't going to get up, just for the principle of it, he noticed the opened window. Seeing that, he realized it was the cold that woke him up, but before he could become righteously outraged by Cas the awesomeness of the situations stroked him. He could cuddle with the man not because he was a cuddle whore but to maintain warm. Like the manliest men in the wilderness did. And no one could hold it against him.
So he did what any reasonable person in his position would do, when facing third degree frost-bites caused by Minneapolis April's nights – he cuddled with Cas. Best remedy ever, if you ask Dean.
"I can practically hear you grinning" came a muffled sound from the adjoining pillow.
"I think I just found the solution to some countries heating should travel to check it out." he answered plastering himself to the other man's back
"Not now" Cas almost whined. „We don't want to suffer sleep deprivation. So sleep." He relaxed against Dean's chest and tried to go back to his REM phase but the bossy fucker behind him decided to distract him with light kisses against his shoulders. All Cas could to was to forfeit his beauty sleep time and turn to face the manipulative bastard instead.
"You got up sometime during the night, didn't you?" Dean asked switching his attention to the man's collar bone.
"I wanted to open the window and it seems I've stumbled over something." Cas tried to avoid stating the fact that after yesterday's activities his legs felt like they've been made of jelly and they were still tingling slightly.
"What I hear you saying, Cas, is that I fucked you so good last night, you couldn't walk straight." Dean teased, his signature smirk in place.
"Yeah, you wish." Cas tried sounding offended but all he wanted was to kiss the lights out of that little shit who seemed to be enjoying himself too much.
"Well, if it wasn't the case I may correct it today." Dean drawled and pushed his leg between Cas' to give the man something to rut against.
Cas took the opportunity cause the other's onslaught and the memories from the previous night didn't help his morning wood situation. Cas would gladly bring Dean to the same state he was left in yesterday, but he was still too fucked out and lazy to move. That's why he was glad Dean had no problems with rolling him on his back again and moving himself to hover over Cas. He aligned their hips, once again noticing how perfectly they fit against each other, Cas' dick slotting into Dean's groin, their heights and silhouettes complimenting each other, the painter fitting impeccably between Dean's hands that were keeping his weight from crashing into the other's slightly smaller body. He would like to lock Cas like that forever, between the mattress and himself, and when the smaller man looked up at him with complete awe and trust in his eyes Dean was overwhelmed by the surge of possessiveness that's running through his body.
Cas was his – with that though he crashed their lips together, trying to convey all his emotions that he couldn't verbalize yet, cause it's too early, they didn't know each other well enough, and the feelings lacked any sort of logic. So he pushed them back, they're probably the coital high anyway and focused on bringing pleasure to the other man. Cause that way Cas would maybe stay with him, and would overlook how far of Dean's league he was. The guys like the jackass yesterday were bound to happen again, and someone would finally snatch Castiel from him.
Cas, in the meantime, wound his arms and placed his palms on Dean's shoulder blades and pushed him down, so he's putting his full body weight on Cas. But the man didn't mind, he welcomed more skin contact, their bodies brushing against each other fully now, Dean's hands winding behind Cas' waist and the feeling of belonging and being protected hit Cas so hard that even when he was lying down, his rhythm stuttered for a second and his breath hitched. He was selfish, but he wanted that forever, the feeling of Dean's warm, strong body enveloping him with just the right amount of pressure, giving him room but being close still.
The room is silent, only rustling sheets and panting breaths indicating anyone's presence. Their moves became more erratic, Cas could feel the muscles on Dean's back under his palms moving, as the man canted his hips to give them that delicious friction that was too much, that made it impossible for them to even kiss, leaving them just to pant into each other's mouth.
They were coming soon and the shouts of each other's names were the first coherent sounds in a while. Dean tried to move to lay next to Cas instead of on top of him, but strong, if not still shaky hands and a murmured "no" made him change his mind. Dean had taken one end of the sheets from their mussed bedding and slid it between them so it could absorb the unpleasant dampness from their stomachs. Then he arranged himself more comfortably, draping his body against Cas', his head laying on the bed above his boyfriend' right shoulder, little puffs of breath tickling Cas skin right below his ear.
"Was that shaky enough for you?" Dean murmured the question, for the first time sounding more amazed than snarky.
They stayed like that for few moments, still silent, heads turned towards each other, noses nearly touching. Cas had his eyes closed, relaxed and sated, Dean watching him through cracked eyelids, small smile playing on his lips.
"Cas?" he started after a while, brushing their noses delicately together.
"Yes?"
Dean opened his mouth few times, but no words came out, prompting Cas to open his eyes and study the other's expression – hesitant, his eyes showing vulnerability. It was only for a split second before he sighed, put his signature smirk on and stated:
"We're disguising. Shower?"
Cas noticed Dean ran out of OJ. No wonder, he thought, remembering the way the Winchesters raid Dean's fridge the night before. He noticed there was a grocery list in progress attached to the door and after quick search he added OJ, bread and cheese to the listing.
He regretted it the next second, when he realized how much he overstepped his position as a guest in this house. In his mind he totally violated Dean's privacy and felt like he meddled in his boyfriend's personal life. And they weren't a couple for even a week.
Cas frantically looked for a way to correct his faux pas. He pondered, quite seriously, the possibility of finding a new piece of paper and replace it with the current one in order to hide his meddling. Cause why bother with years of artistic training if one wasn't skilled enough to forge one's boyfriend's handwriting. Cas was seriously starting to look around when he heard footsteps and launched himself to sit at a high chair and appear as causal as possible, sipping his coffee.
"I see you've started on our breakfast" Dean said with mocked admonishment, short dating period already giving him an insight into Cas' cooking skills.
"I thought it would be better if I leave it in your, oh, so capable hands.", Cas looked at him from over the coffee mug, huge eyes brimming with innocence and perfectly mastered image of helplessness. God, Sammy's puppy eyes had nothing on that guy. Dean mentally started preparing himself for a lifetime of manipulation and being referred to as 'whipped' cause with that look Cas could make him do anything.
"So," Dean sighed, admitting defeat and mentally rolling onto his back, "what do you wanna eat?"
"Can I get eggs?" Cas asked, smiling warmly at Dean, although the other man wasn't sure if it wasn't the part of plan to lull him into a false sense of security while compelling him to run Cas' errands.
"Do you prefer sausages or bacon?"
"Dean", Cas sighed dramatically, "what I'd prefer is for you to stop undressing me with your eyes and use your hands instead." the answer that came surprised even him. He was not that kind of person – provocative and flirtatious – but being with Dean gave him confidence to act more boldly than he ever even attempted. He was slowly getting addicted to the look the other man was giving him – full of need and like Cas was something precious and to be cherished. He imagined, if they existed, gods might feel that way with their worshipers. It set him on doing everything in his power to really deserve that look and not to give Dean any reasons for feeling differently about him. He also wanted to give it back, show the taller man how his opinion on Cas made him want to be the person Dean saw in him.
But apparently his teasing wasn't as smooth as he hoped for cause Dean shot him a miserable, embarrassed look and broke their staring match.
'Nice going, Cas' he thought to himself as he moved closer to his man, who was now standing with his back to him, starting on breakfast 'Ten points for previous plan, zero for the execution.'
"What I meant to say..." he kissed the man's neck and moved to help him "...was that I like the way you look at me. And bacon would be great. Thanks."
He breathed deeper as he felt Dean's muscles began to relax. "Can I help?"
Dean turned his head and flashed him a grin, signalizing everything was OK.
"If I ask you to chop onion could you do it without prompting ambulance ride and blood spatter all over my kitchen?"
"Your faith in me is really encouraging. You should be a teacher." Cas pouted as he determinedly grabbed a huge bread knife that was quickly took away from him and changed for a smaller, more appropriate one. "And if I did cut myself you could present your mad first aid skills."
"Don't have one. Only know how to kiss it better."
"If that's your incentive for me to come from it unharmed, it's a pretty poor one."
Dean moved to get eggs and bacon from the fridge when he noticed the expanded grocery list. He grinned even wider and was really proud that Cas felt so comfortable at his house to so something like that. He studied it for a second, added some new stuff and couldn't understand why, when he turned around, Cas had this deer in a headlights look as he smiled at him.
They ate breakfast exchanging lazy kisses and went on about their time together. Which basically meant Cas got the grand house tour. He had to say he mostly appreciated the credenza in the guest room. It was beautiful, made by Dean of course, and perfectly stabilized.
By Sunday afternoon they were so sated and, well, fucked out, that all they could do was to park their asses on a couch in front of a TV.
Dean had learned a lot about Cas during that weekend. He learned that his boyfriend didn't like asparagus, courtesy to the week Gabe'd experimented with them – well, good riddance asparagus. He learned that Cas was definitely not a morning person, so when he tried to encourage morning (though dawn would be more appropriate term) sex the got kicked in the shins before Cas pinned him down and continued his sleep on top of him. And as much as Dean was growing to love the man, he was no delicate flower so Dean spent the next two hours trying to breath with a grown ass man pettily draped over his chest.
Cas also loved action movies – Dean approved, classical music – could live with that (plus some of the pieces were actually quite awesome), and quick showers – which Dean would have to work on, cause come on shower activities!
They also worked out the best couch configuration – which due to general size and weight ratio was Dean lying on his back and Cas on top with his back slightly towards the couch. As they spent significant amount of time in that position during the Sunday, Dean also learned not such hot things – Cas feet were constantly cold, so when he pressed them for the first time Dean made this high pitched squeal, which on the other hand turned Cas into a mean, sneaky bastard who constantly poked Dean in attempt to hear the sound again.
Cas was also addicted to procedural shows. They've been watching all kinds of shitty TV together during the two says and that was the general gist. Dean'd always hated them, especially the fact they're all more or less the same. And it turned out that Cas weirdly loved them. So Dean, fucking perfect host he was, medals and all, watched few of them with his boyfriend and still don't get the appeal. But Cas promised to watch Dr Sexy with him later so Dean wouldn't whine... too much.
His boyfriend was definitely the worst with this whole 'White Collar'. Cause he would watch it and point out all the inaccuracies when it came to forging, painting and sculpting those masterpieces the main character – quite handsome, Dean would say, but hey, blue eyes-dark hair combo will be the preferred one for Dean from here to eternity – created.
That was the way Sam found them Sunday evening. He came with peace offering for his mean behavior on Friday. Or so he claimed. Dean was convinced that he was fed up eating takeouts, cause with Sarah still at her father's, there was no one to fix Moose his grass and lettuce to chew on. And he was about as skilled cook as Cas. So Dean untangled himself from the tableau vivant he created with Cas on the couch and paddled to the kitchen to fix some supper for them. He kinda hoped Cas would follow but the lazy traitor just changed his position to make a room for the tower that's his brother to finish the episode.
Thanks to the pieces of conversation that he managed to catch he could tell leaving those two together was the biggest mistake. They have created the critic lodge, Cas pointing out how the whole artistic setup was impossible to manage in such a short notice and Sammy shouting 'inadmissible' every few minutes. Dean decided to wait them out and only emerged from the kitchen when he heard the show ending which meant Dr Sexy would be starting soon. The moment he stepped to the living room he realized he acted too late, with the two man engrossed in conversation which consisted of trading Dean-related stories.
„...and then he made this high-pitched squeal." Cas finished the story, clearly relating to Dean's earlier reaction to his icy feet.
„Dude!" Dean protested hotly, setting the spaghetti bowl on the table. "It was a manly gasp."
„Oh, come on, Dean." Cas run a hand down his bicep in attempt to placate him. "It's OK to have a softer, feminine side."
I don't have a feminine side." Dean grumbled petulantly as he sat unceremoniously on a couch. „Now shut up, Dr Sexy is starting."
They ate their supper, laughing and trading stories, and Sammy, as expected, made off as soon as he stuffed himself with half of their meal.
'Good riddance' Dean though as he closed and locked the door to cut themselves from his family members for their last night together.
"So... what are your plans for the week?" Dean asked as he was driving Cas to his house Monday morning. "Maybe wanna hang out sometime?"
"Actually, I promised Balt I'll go with him to look through some sales." Cas said apologetically, reaching for Dean's hand. "That's why he's here. He retrieves older pieces and after renovation he sells them. I promised him months ago I'll go with him."
"Hey, no worries." Dean replied, flashing a grin to calm the other man. "You can call me when you're not gonna be busy."
"I'd like that." Cas said, wanting to propose another weekend together, but he couldn't invite Dean to his place, cause Dean didn't see cockblocking until he saw Gabe and Balth together. He also didn't want to force Dean to invite Cas, cause he still wasn't sure if Dean had a good time together."
"I'd love to have you over once again." Dean said hopefully, but his eyes were fixed on the road. "But I have Ben's little league match this weekend and I promised I'd be there." Cas understood, what Dean was trying to say, and he couldn't be angry – something Dean obviously expected.
"Dean." Cas said calmly. "It's OK." He squeezed the other man's hand to emphasize his point. "You need more time to figure out how to tell Ben about dating a man. I understand. There's no rush." He smiled when he saw Dean relaxing a bit.
"Yeah?" the man asked hesitantly.
"Of course. Talk to Lisa. Figure it out. I don't mind waiting." Cas finished when Dean parked on his driveway.
"Thanks Cas. For understanding."
"It's no problem. And thank you for an amazing weekend." The extended gap between Dean parking the car and Cas climbing out of the car were the best proof to that statement. And Cas' clothes were ruffled more than usual. He didn't care.
So that's that. Another question. What do you think about chapter about Cas' bday? Cause it's a possibility. If the answer is yes, I'll tell you now, it won't be Sept 18th, you sappy fuckers.
Again, thanks for reading and please, be patient with me for few more weeks.
