Cas stared at Dean, as he rolled over. Castiel was sure he could see him drooling, the wet puddle forming beneath his open mouth. Maybe he was just imagining it.
Sam lay two beds over, on the other side of Deans; snoring. He could be such a pest sometimes, But Cas loved him even then. He had absolutely dreaded the arms-length space inbetween him and Dean; as they laid in seperate beds. If only he could reach out, and touch him; feel his pulse flicker slowly as he slept.
He noticed Dean's smile, the curve of his shoulder as it met his collarbone, and the faint snore that escaped his soft lips as he slept. Cas would never get tired of the view.
Dean Winchester, Perfection.
Now Castiel, being the angel he is, Has fallen from many things, Heaven, Trees, Even his own bed once or twice. But the best thing he'd ever fallen for, was Dean Winchester.
Between the affectionate glances to his arms, and of the rising and falling of Dean's chest, Cas hadn't noticed the Winchester staring back at him. The bright green was ablaze, like a fire had been growing behind them.
"I always wonder what is with angels and staring," Dean said, winking.
Cas eyes widened, muttering apologies.
"H-How long have you been up?" Cas quickly felt his cheeks reddening. Stupid human emotions.
"Long enough, " Dean swung his feet over the side of the bed, sitting up. He turned, glaring at a heavily sleeping Sam. "Wow, someone realllllly needed his beauty sleep."
"Hmph," He smiled, laying back down on his pillow Staring up at the ceiling. Dean was charming, as per usual.
Cas could learn to live with this.
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Over the next few weeks Dean had awoken to see Cas staring, not only during his slumber. Cas stared while Dean made breakfast. He had stared while Dean drove. He even stared when Dean was staring.
Dean could think back to the many times he had looked in his rear view mirror only to see those bright blues focused on him. Now, he knows that means he too is staring. And alright, he can take that accusation. If only he knew what it meant.
For some reason the two of them can no longer keep their eyes off each other, which is rather detrimental to Dean's A+ driving. Which leads Dean to run many red lights, as well as stop signs.
Sam tells him one day over Coffee that he seriously needs to get it together, that whatever love fest He and Cas share shouldn't interrupt the hunt.
"It's not a love fest for crying out loud," he broods, taking a sip of his coffee to avoid saying too much.
"Than what the hell is it? Because it isn't healthy, you're not doing anything about-" Dean takes the reigns. Cutting in with a bitter attitude.
"Sam I'm gonna have to take a rain check here, I'm not talking about this." He sets the tip down, and calls for the check.
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Cas doesn't think it's fair. Dean casts a glance in his direction maybe once or twice; but he'd never do a thing about it. Cas is the one stuff with the emotional reprieve, hoping that maybe Dean would reach out and hold more than his gaze.
He knew by now it was foolish, to want something so outlandish to Dean. He knew he'd never admit to anything if he did feel it, it's not Dean's style.
he might've been seeing things, but Dean moved to the chair next to Cas. Pulling his research along with him.
The table had been small enough already, so this extra effort had either been pointless or purposeful.
Cas stared in disbelief, putting a hand out to shut the book Dean had been reading.
"I- What?" Dean stammered, borderline defensive. "I was reading that?"
"I want to know what this means," Cas' spoke, without even a trace of a tremble.
"Cas, I- This means- This is nothing." He opened the book, turning back to his research.
Not being able to take it anymore, Cas threw himself across the table, his chapped lips colliding with Dean'a soft ones. Dean hesitated at first, but eventually he kissed Cas right back.
When they pulled away, the only thing Cas had to say was,
"You call that nothing?"
