Hospitalized

Hopefully He Feels the Same

Deans POV, time skip to Saturday early afternoon -- God, I miss Cas I say with a voice of deep sadness, although I just saw him yesterday. Why don't I ask him over? I think hopefully hoping my bee will say he'll be here soon. I text him and ask then reach to turn my phone off, but it buzzes, the screen reads Message from Cas🐝 the message reads, Sure Deanie, I'd love to. I will be over in about 10 minutes, see you then. Can't wait for him to get here I say happily while blushing heavily. I hear a knock at the front door. --Note: John won't really be mentioned in the story very much because Dean is either not with John or John is on business (right now he's on business)-- I rush to the door and see Cas looking adorable as ever in his leather jacket, Kiss t-shirt and tight jeans that perfectly hug all the right places. I was at a complete loss for words so I just let out a wolf whistle and casually slapped his ass. He was trying desperately but failing miserably to hide his deepening blush which made him a thousand times more adorable, but I dismissed the thought and faced him asking, "So what'd you wanna watch?" I say in my most nonchalant tone while he was still failing to conceal his blush. Honestly I'm really oddly happy I have that affect on him. When I snapped out of reality, he was completely stumbling over his words, Shit that's absolutely cute as... cmon Dean no chick flick moments I mentally scold myself, I've been thinking too much I say to myself. When I'm done talking to myself, I see Cas saying "Whatever you want to watch, it's your house Deanie." I decide to be cruel to him and watch Marley and Me. 5 minutes later we were watching the movie throwing popcorn at each other but it didn't go very far because we shared a blanket and cuddled close together. About halfway into the movie, I looked over at Cas, the blanket pulled up to his chin, his head resting on my shoulder, his sex-like hair even more tousled and messy than it was when he sat down, if that's even possible, piercing blue eyes reflecting the light of the television. Suddenly my entire body fills with this fond warmth when I look at Cas. --Nearing the end of the movie-- Oh shit here come the tears I think to myself, and right as I'm finishing that thought I hear Cas' quiet sobs turn into full on bawling like a little baby. As Marley reaches his depressing end, I'm holding onto a shaking and sobbing Cas who's buried into my shirt, the fabric getting more soaked by the second. Although I'm not a fan of sad movies I did shed a few tears because of the dogs devastating death and on account of Cas crying, I hate when he cries, I feel so helpless. By the time the television goes black and it's completely dark outside, Cas is asleep on me, snoring lightly into my neck. I decide to be a good whatever I am to him (friend, boyfriend, flirting partner?) and take him to my room and let him sleep in my bed while I take the couch. I pick him up bridal style and sensing this, he buries his face further into the crook of my neck and loops his arms around me. He mumbles incoherent gibberish which sounds like "where are we going mmm?" and "thank you Deanie." Once we get to my room I help him change out of his tight clothes and into one of my Led Zeppelin t-shirts which was a tad small on me but pretty big on him. One of my hands supporting him, I threw back the covers, picked him up again, laid him in the bed and tucked him in. I ruffled his black sex hair and bid him goodnight. As I was turning to go set up the couch, he mumbled "stay, please" so I sighed and smiled fondly and crawled into to bed with my bee. At first he had just laid there facing the door with his back to me. But he got cold, then he shifted closer to me so he was pressed against my chest. He laid there breathing steadily, sometimes that was interrupted by happy sighs of content when I pulled him closer, or kissed his back lightly, or when I ran my hands through his hair. I find that love comes alive and shows its true colors in the night, and that's exactly what we did. I was interrupted by a small mumbling voice saying "love you Deanie".