"If this is love, then love is easy,
It's the easiest thing to do.
If this is love, then love completes me,
'Cause it feels like I've been missing you."
-Love Is Easy, McFly
Every morning is beautiful. How could it not be, waking up next to Cas? Every morning Dean pulls himself out of sleep first, waking wrapped in Cas's octopus arms and entangled in his legs. Every morning he gets to turn over in bed, pull Cas close to him, and wake him with kisses as soft as a sunny day.
Cas wakes more gradually. Every morning Dean gets to watch him come to life, slowly opening those brilliant, blue eyes. He gets to hear a groggy, "good morning, Dean," and he gets to nuzzle a little closer, gets to feel Cas holding him a little tighter, and mutter back, "morning, beautiful."
Cas never complains about being woken up. For a while they get to lay in each other's arms in the dark. Then, together, they get out of bed. They put on ragged sweatpants and patter barefoot to the kitchen. Dean's morning vision is fuzzy so he sometimes stumbles, leaning on Cas to right him. Cas's hair sticks up at every angle and they both know neither of them will bother fixing it.
Together they bring the coffee maker to life with whatever gourmet blend Cas has chosen on their last shopping trip. Today the kitchen smells like light vanilla. Cas puts out plates and mugs while Dean beats together batter for pancakes. They work side by side at the griddle.
Some mornings, Cas whistles. Little tunes he has picked up. Songs from Dean or the radio or even the record player in the study. On special days, Dean loops his arms around Cas, hugging him from behind, and sways them to Cas's music. Cas will smile softly and whistle more loudly. Dean will sometimes hum along.
Every morning in the kitchen smells bright. They bump hips when they pass, or leave light touches on one another's arms as they move around. It's a delicate dance neither needs to practice because it is all so natural. And sometimes they dance for real.
Cas will hum a tune and Dean will catch sight of him, mussed up hair, crumpled bedclothes, and a drowsy, early morning smile on his lips and he will fall in love all over again until it consumes him. He'll grab Cas's arm, join in with his own whistling tune, and twirl Cas around until they are chest to chest. Cas's smile will grow exponentially while they move lightly around the kitchen, dancing around small obstacles. They will laugh and smile and Cas will dip Dean until he is almost to the floor before he pulls him up and plants a long his on his lips, morning breath be damned.
Morning stubble will rub against cheeks until the kiss dissolves into giggles and slightly stinging lips. Together they will go back to their room, arms around each other's waists as they walk. And every day is better because, with such a perfect morning, how could it not be?