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Meadows, Ponds, And Picnics

{A/N: Sorry for not updating all weekend... They're... Busy for me. Um, This chapter is a bit longer to make up for it, I hope it's not too bad. Also oh my god thank you guys for so many reads! It really means a lot, because I've never thought much of myself so seeing how much other people like my writing means a ton to me. Thank you so much. Enjoy.}

Dean decided that today he was going to take Cas out for a date. A real date, like with kissing and stuff. Before Cas woke up Dean was carefully sliding out of bed and gathering what he would need today. Dean made sandwiches and he grabbed an old blanket from a closet. He put it all in a basket and he grabbed some drinks. Dean also grabbed the left over pie, of course, and he decided that would probably be good enough. 

Dean walked back to his room and found a sleepy Cas just starting to sit up in bed. He walked over and Cas smiled at him sleepily; his hair a mess and his eyes a vibrant blue. There was no sadness there, he hadn't been awake long enough for it to find him and Dean was going to make sure that, at least for today, it never did. 

"Hey sleeping beauty."

"Shut up, Dean. It's only," Cas laughed and rolled over to the clock next to Dean's bed, laughing harder and barely getting out "It's only 10:00 Dean."

They laughed and Dean kissed Castiel's nose, "Time to get up."

Cas giggled and made an attempt to kiss Dean's lips, but Dean pulled away with a moan of "Morning breath, go brush your teeth."

Cas fake pouted, but got up anyway. He stood there for a moment and then looked at Dean, "Dean I don't have a toothbrush."

"I just got a new one, I haven't opened it yet. The dentist always gives you new ones like you don't know how to buy one on your own."

They shared a laugh before Dean went and got his, crappy and unopened, toothbrush that his dentist had given him a few months before. 

Cas brushed his teeth and they took turns in the shower. Dean was sitting in his room, waiting for Cas to come out of the bathroom when Gabriel walked in, shirtless and in just a pair of boxers. 

"Dude put on some clothes."

"I would, but Sam's don't fit me. He said you have a bag you guys have been meaning to get rid of because they're too small for you and God knows Sam can't wear your old clothes."

Dean, feeling slightly offended, just huffed and grabbed the bag from the back of his room, throwing it at Gabriel and laughing when it almost knocked him over. Gabe just glared and then an evil look came across his face. Oh no. 

"You should show me a little more respect, Dean. I didn't have to send you those pictures of Cas, and I don't have to send you the other ones I have either."

Dean stood there with his mouth open before he burst out laughing as Cas stood behind Gabriel with a confused look on his face. 

"What pictures?"

Gabe's smirk fell from his face and was replaced by one of minor terror as he scooped up the bag of clothes and ran down the Hall to Sam's room yelling, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Dean what pictures?"

"After Gabe stole my number from your phone he texted me and sometimes I would randomly get pictures of you doing everyday things. Like my personal favorite is one where you were all sleepy and holding a mug of coffee, or tea, or something. You were wearing your pajamas and your hair was all messy. He sent me another where you were upset about something and you were just bent over a table with your face pressed against it. He captioned it too, but I'm not going to repeat what he said."