Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 3: I Said Something Wrong

So, as it turned out, Castiel was a bottomless pit. There wasn't an ounce of bottom in him – at all. What was in him, however, was a craving for chocolate like an addict's craving for heroin, along with a fulfilling for that craving. Dean had gotten maybe one scoop of the chocolate fudge – the rest was all in Cas, along with a swirl of the rest of the chocolate products that they'd bought. Dean was surprised the guy didn't throw up. He washed it down with the beers Dean had gotten, but he seemed to be going slowly with those.

It was good to see Cas laugh, something he was doing a lot at Ted, which was the first movie they decided to watch – best to start off with something fun before the second and third features exposed Dean's nerdiness and the other movie Cas had chosen closed the show. They both sat on their respective beds, the two chairs covered in junk food between them which they reached for whenever they felt like it throughout.

It took an entire movie for Dean to convince Cas he'd be more comfortable if he took off his shoes and socks and that he was completely okay with it. He had neither foot phobia nor fetish, which made Cas laugh and Dean was happy that the movie wasn't the only thing making him to do that.

At the end of the second movie when Dean offered Cas his spare sweats to change into for comfort and because 'come on, you don't want to sleep in your jeans,' Castiel was hesitant to accept.

'I don't want to be a bother,' he replied graciously, shaking his head at the offer.

'Cas, come on, you're not,' Dean insisted. 'It's not like I need them. I'm not gonna wear them both at the same time.'

'You're sure you don't mind?'

'Positive. Here.'

Dean tossed the sweats at Cas, who caught them and went to change.

Cas liked The Hobbit more than he liked The Dark Knight Rises, even though it was a whole three hours long. Cas wasn't exactly a frequent movie watcher, in fact this was his first time, but he presumed that was pretty long for a movie. Still he enjoyed it and Dean seemed to, too, even though it didn't seem particularly ... Dean. Huh. He didn't comment on it.

Cas seemed to like the fourth movie even more than the first one. Dean liked it too; he'd loved Adam Sandler since Big Daddy and Jennifer Aniston since Friends. He also recognized one of the kids from somewhere, but he wasn't quite sure until about half way through when he remembered she'd played young Snow White on Once Upon A Time – not that he watched that show. He'd seen it on a few times when channel flicking on a Sunday night.

Castiel asleep in a half sitting position ten minutes before the end of the last movie. Dean chuckled to himself when he noticed, turning the TV down so he wouldn't startle the peaceful sight. Not only peaceful, but it was odd, too. He'd seen Cas sleep just once before, when he was an angel still, but damaged. That time had been peaceful and worrying. He was glad he didn't have that worry now, that sleeping was something healthy for him for once.

Yet the worry was still there. Cas had relaxed, finally, once they'd had their talk, but it still looked like he was holding back. Dean felt bad for him. Dean had been human his entire existence so he was used to just ... living. Chilling. Getting on with whatever and whoever. But Cas, the poor guy, he'd been human for five minutes. A fucking awful five minutes at that, too, and that was partly Dean's fault. Every time Cas mentioned anything about how he'd been living since Dean had been forced to kick him out he wanted to detach an arm and use it to punch himself in the face. Repeatedly. He deserved it for doing that to Cas whether Cas forgave him or not.

Dean jerked his head away and focused back on the screen as they ending of the movie played out. He'd been staring. Usually it was the other way around: Dean waking up to find Castiel staring at him. He sort of got it, now. If Dean looked anywhere near as ... peaceful, yeah let's go with peaceful, as Cas did when he was asleep, he didn't blame the guy. It was always pleasant to look at something peaceful for a while.