The Hitman.

Just a day

Sunlight hit Deans face causing him to groan and turn over pulling the blanket over his head. Not able to fall back to sleep. He groans again getting out of his warm covers. He stretches and heads out of his room. He walks into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He puts the pot on and heads to the living room. He sighs as he see Cas curled up on the couch. Dean grabs a blanket from one of the chairs in the corner tossing it over the sleeping man. "Stupid. I knew he wasn't going to bed last night." Dean mumbles as he heads back to the kitchen. Dean thinks about last night as he sits at the table. Sipping at his coffee

Castiel wakes up on the sofa. He stretches a little. "God its cold." He thinks as he curls up more under the blanket. He hears pans being dug threw and freezes in fear. He quickly remembers he has a new "roommate" and relaxes a little. Cas slowly peeks his head over the couch. "Great" he mumbles looking away from Dean's shirtless back. He lays his head back down as a blush creeps onto his face. The memory of last night's towel disaster plays threw his mind making him blush even more. He once again peeks up over the couch only to be met with Dean staring in his direction. Cas ducks quickly silently cursing to himself. Deans chuckle can be heard from the from the kitchen. Cas breathes as he sits up on the couch knowing he's been caught. "M-Morning Dean." Cas mumbles as he gets up with the blanket still rapped around him. "Aren't you cold with no shirt on?" Cas asks staring at the floor. He hears another chuckle as the fridge opens "No not really." Cas blushes. "Shit come on." He thinks as his plan to get Dean to put a shirt on fails. Cas looks up to see Dean place a strip of bacon in the pan. Dean winces as some of the grease hits his bare chest. "You shouldn't cook shirtless." Cas mumbles as he sits at the table. "Yeah you're right. Can you watch this while i go get a shirt?" Dean asks heading to his room. He nods only to realize Dean couldnt see him.

Dean rummages threw his bag finding a faded old Metallica shirt. He pulls it on as he hears a ton of cursing coming from the kitchen. He runs in to see Cas holding his right hand.

"You ok man?." Dean asks stepping forward a bit. "Im fine. Just....stupid." Cas sighs looking at a horrific burn on his thumb. "Ooo shit that looks bad." Dean says flipping the stove off. "Do you have a first aid kit?" Dean asks leading Cas to the couch. "Y-Yeah its in the guest bathroom." He stutters staring at his burn. "Oh yeah! I saw that. Be right back Cas." Dean says jumping off the couch and running to the bathroom.

Cas winces as he touches the burnt skin. I large bubble forming causing his thumb to swell. Deans back in a second. Jumping on the couch. "I can mend my self. You can finish the food." Cas mumbles grabbing for the box. "Shut up and let me take care of you." Dean says swatting his non burnt hand away. Cas blushes at his words "Dean its alright I can do it myself." Cas tries again looking into Deans beautiful green eyes. Cas starts getting lost until Dean looks down his cheeks growing pink. "Stop being a little baby." Dean grumbles as he start fixing up the burn. Cas just stares at Dean face. Watching his every move. Silently studying him.

The rest of the day goes quickly. Dean was in his room mostly after breakfast. Cleaning his guns reading up on the news. Playing games online. Cas was in the living room reading. Drinking tea at lunch. He finished his favorite book again It was getting late and Dean was bored out of his mind. He walked out if his room. "Cas." Dean looked at the figure huddled on the couch. "Mmm. Yes Dean?" Cas says without looking up from his book. "Do you have any vodka or Jack Danels?" Dean asks leaning against the couch. "Yes...um in the cabinet under the sink." Cas mumbles not looking away from his book. "Cool." Dean shouts and runs for the boose.

Cas feels the couch dip next to him. Yet still doesn't look up from his book. "Cas lets play a game." Dean mumbles. "Dean im busy." He says still deep in his book. "But Cas i'm bored. You can read later." Dean groans impatiently. Cas sighs putting down his book to see Dean with liquor and two shot glasses. "Dean what kinda game." He asks nervously. "The best kind." Dean smiles evilly. He sets the two glasses on the small coffee table in front of them. "We'll have a drinking game!" He says joyfully turning in the television.