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It was not his type of film, and although Dean was right there and all kinds of gorgeous, he was having a hard time maintaining consciousness. It was late for a day that began way too early. Too much high fat food makes Cas a sleepy boy. Damn, stay awake, Cas. He could feel his eyes drifting closed though, and it was then that a small puff of popcorn grazed his forehead.
"What did I say about food in my bed?" Cas turned his sleepy face to Dean.
"You said something about pickles not popcorn. Now stay awake, this is the best part."
"Sorry, it has been a long day. Maybe if I eat enough of this popcorn, you will run out of ammunition." He reached into the bowl and brushed across Dean's hand. He wanted to risk taking his hand and pulling it to him, but he was sure that that would be awkward. Instead he popped some of the popcorn into his mouth and tried to focus on the film.
"Here, I will remove my arsenal. If you fall asleep, I will not pelt you with popcorn no matter how much fun I think it will be." He held up two fingers in the scout symbol of sincerity. "Scout's Honor."
"You were not nor have you ever been a Boy Scout. Not even metaphorically." Cas stated in his lower more intimidating voice.
"So, what's your point?" Dean laughed and threw another piece of popcorn at Cas' face nailing him square in the cheek.
"You have no honor." Cas grabbed a small handful of popcorn and threw it all at Dean's face. He looked shocked.
"You are going to have popcorn all over your bed." Dean grabbed a handful then, cocked his head to the side and said, "I will accept your surrender."
In answer, Cas grabbed a bigger handful of popcorn and said, "Never." He dove at Dean then and shocked him. He fell back off the edge of the bed upending the popcorn with him, but that didn't stop Cas. He was invested in his victory. Dean seemed to realize then that Cas was determined.
"You are going down." Dean shoved Cas back then and grabbed the back of his sweats. He had a handful of popcorn still and he dropped it in the back of Cas' pants.
"Damnit. That is going to be worse than beach sand." Cas gained an advantage then, because Dean was reaching back for more popcorn. "I don't think so." Cas bounced back onto Dean and held him down with his legs. He had a handful of popcorn and he shoved it into Dean's shirt. Dean rolled and pinned him down, grabbing more popcorn from behind him.
Cas tried to move, but couldn't get leverage with Dean straddling him. Dean's height advantage was working in his favor now. "Hmm, where to put the popcorn." Dean smirked down at him.
Cas' heart was pounding in his chest. He struggled albeit, not with all of his strength. Dean seemed to realize that he was pressed against Cas' hips then. He looked into Cas' eyes with the intensity that had been playing out on his face since earlier that evening. He dipped down then and Cas froze in anticipation. Dean's face stopped just a breath above Cas' lips. Then he whispered down to him while staring directly into his eyes, "So, are you awake enough to watch the rest of the film now? Because if you aren't, I am going to have to resort to desperate measures to wake you." Dean didn't move right away. He seemed to wait for a response from Cas. Cas wanted to bridge the virtually non-existent gap, but he couldn't move. Dean stood up then and reached down to help Cas to his feet. "Movie, now." He pointed back to the bed and Cas complied by returning to his side, shaking out popcorn from his pants as he walked. Dean laughed at him as he shook popcorn out of his shirt.
"Brutal." Cas muttered with a smirk.
"And don't you forget it. You may be the karaoke king, but I am the prince of popcorn battles." Dean hopped up right next to him and they stared off at the TV. Cas couldn't tell you what was happening in the film. There was a guy with a chainsaw arm and a lot of fighting. None of that mattered to him though. He moved his hand so that it lay along the back of Dean's and he breathed in a long luxurious breath. He felt Dean's hand move a bit and felt his fingers as they became entwined with his.
"Don't think that I won't make you help clean this up later." Cas whispered.
"Sounds reasonable." Dean whispered back. "Now shut-up and watch the movie." And because Cas could think of nothing to say, he did just that.
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