— dean. —
it's gotten worse.
the craving.
dean can't even simply make breakfast anymore.
do laundry, drink himself silly, or simply watch tv.
it seems once he has a moment to himself;
there's only one thing, one person he can think about.
today, dean was getting some pancakes together for breakfast for himself and sam. he never intends to cook for castiel since he doesn't eat, but castiel will still sit down at the table and talk with them. the angel is always appreciative, he's been staying with them for a few days while they track down lucifer.
the last time they located lucifer, he was riding around in the vessel of an alcoholic lead singer. he managed to escape and find a new vessel. now it was up to the three men to locate him and save the world from becoming charcoal, once again. he's trying to focus on whisking batter, humming along to the tunes on the radio.
ever since cas started staying with them, it's been more than just a distraction. castiel has begun to pick up some things since staying with them. he and sam go on morning runs together, and he can't understand why they like it so much. it's running. what's to like about that? dean hates that he likes running. isn't exactly sure why, but it could have something to do with the fact that the more he runs, the more toned he gets. the less dean can control himself. not that he's doing a good job with that anyways.
dean stays at the bunker and cooks breakfast, reloads the weapons, and starts laundry. he usually washes castiel's clothes with his, since most of castiel's clothes are from dean, and he cleans up the dishes. he honestly feels like a wife, or maybe a maid. he's not sure what's worse. i guess the wife gets rewards, while the maid gets paid squat.
guess it's better being the wife, dean thinks.
ever since castiel moved in, he needed a different wardrobe for his new extracurricular activities. dean gave him a few shirts of his that were too big for him. the problem is, they're tight on castiel. he usually wouldn't care about that, but ever since he and castiel have upgraded from besties to besties in quite a physical relationship, things are much more different.
sam walks into the kitchen, castiel soon following behind. sam grabs a water bottle from the fridge and immediately chugs down the water, crushing the bottle in his hand. sam lets out an exhale, his long brown hair which was tied back into a ponytail, is now loose and chaotic as sam shakes his head, his hair flying everywhere as he gasps.
show off.
dean thinks once he notices castiel's smile towards him.
seriously?
what's so cool about having long hair?
like, he seriously needs a haircut.
wait a minute.
is he jealous of his brother?
"god, dean. it's beautiful outside." sam grins widely. castiel agrees, kicking off his sneakers in the closet where they keep their shoes. now dean notices castiel, and he is immediately and unfairly distracted by the angel a few feet away, breathing heavily and shining with perspiration, his hair flattened to his forehead, to say his hair was messy was a major understatement.
dean's always been aware that castiel was easy on the eyes, but he could never really act on his instincts because he was so used to seeing castiel button up, with an unflattering trenchcoat that did its job by hiding all the right angles. but now, castiel is sweating. wearing a t-shirt that is practically clinging to his skin, indenting every single muscle, and toned area.
