Wrong number? //destiel//

The Am's

Dean wanted to say yes, fought with himself to say yes but in the end, he let out a small sigh and a quiet "not yet Cas." There was a small, Dean would like to say small but in truth there was a heart sized part of him, that hated himself for saying no. But it was 4am, neither of them were awake enough and Dean wanted it to be special. And if he only had to wait three more hours to kiss him, that was worth it. So they'd fallen asleep again, legs tangled together, hands clasped and under other body parts to keep in heat.

Dean slept peacefully, with the feeling of Cas pressed against him, safe and happy. Cas, Cas not so much. Long before anyone else was awake, he woke with a start, a small grunt, and a fist clenched in Deans shirt. Dean had only shifted slightly at the feeling before curling Cas back to him. But Cas, poor Cas, lay awake for a few minutes, eyes wide and breathing hard as he tried to process the situation. It was only when Dean cracked an eye open, the second that bright green eye landed on him, that Cas broke down. It was then that the tears fell, the sobs racking his body as he shook in Deans arms.

He had no explanation for it. Perhaps it was the way Dean was instantly awake, pulling Cas onto his chest and cupping his cheeks in those rough, calloused hands that Cas loved to feel on his skin. Maybe it was the softness in his voice as he soothed him, quiet whispers of "ssh Cas, it's okay" "breathe. That's it's. Deep breathe baby." "Your okay Cas, your okay." It might have been the fondness in his eyes, mixed with a twinge of worry that darkened the green in his eyes and Cas didn't like that. Didn't want it. He wanted to see the crinkles by Deans eyes and the way his eyes shone and the way his plump limps pulled upwards at the sides to smile, perfect white teeth gleaming. He wanted that back.

So pulling himself together, wiping his eyes and sniffing, turning so he's no longer dropping salt tears on Deans shirt, he whimpers and closes his eyes. "Sorry. I don't know where that came from." "That's okay Cas. Just breathe alright?" "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I might have ruined your shirt." "It needs washed anyway," and then Deans sitting up, ripping off the shirt and flinging it somewhere in the room. Though Cas isn't sure, since his eyes are now glued to the toned sculpture that is Deans chest. "I-I go to the gym." Comes Deans explanation, a small smile following it. "I see that." "Cas." "Yeah?" "Stop staring." "Sorry."

Deans lain back down, pulled Cas so he's curled between Deans heat and the couch. "Comfy?" "Mm." "Good. Want to talk about it?" "I don't know. I just woke up from a nightmare and then you looked at me I just, broke." It sounds stupid now that Cas is saying it and he silently curses himself. "I'm sorry." "It's fine Cas." "Let's go back to sleep." "You sure?" Cas' response is a jerky nod, eyes cast at Deans chest where his head is now leaning. There's a hand under his chin and then he's looking into those eyes again, and Cas swears they'll be the death of him. But then, there's a pressure on his lips, faint at first before it's harder, and it takes Cas a second to realise it's Deans lips. When it clicks, his eyes flutter shut and he tilts his head for ease of access, a happy sigh leaving his mouth. Deans chuckling deeply against his lips, his other hand grabbing a clump of Cas' sweater in his hand. It's over faster than Cas would like and he voices that with a nip at Deans lips and a whine. But then Deans turned him until his back is pressed against solid chest, lips pressing soft against Cas' neck and he decides that's a good enough compromise. For now.

They both wake together this time, groaning and stretching and complaining about 'fucking couches' before they're both pausing, the memory of the early morning reappearing at the front of their brains along with a wide smile to their lips. "We kissed." "Yes, we did." "We should definitely do it again." "Well, if you shut up I will." "Okay." "Cas." "Yeah?" "Your still talking." "Right. Sorry. Shit, sorr-" Dean quickly learns the 'shut Cas up with a kiss' technique, and Cas isn't going to complain when he has those sweet lips pressed against his own. It's like that for a few minutes, soft kisses here and there, hands roaming bodies before there's a "Ew. They're in love." coming from behind them where Sam and Gabriel are standing in the doorway of Gabriel's room. "Could say the same about you Sammy." Dean retorts, raising an eyebrow at the bruises littered across Sam's neck and chest. "Shut the fuck up. Jerk." "Bitch."

And then Deans turned again, caught Cas in another kiss that comes with a startled noise that has Dean grinning in triumph. "Sam, I'll need the keys to the car today." "Why?" "Because I'm taking Cas to the lake." Cas assumes by the look Sam shoots them that this is a sanctuary, for whom he's not sure. "Your sure?" "Positive." "Okay. Well I'm helping Gabriel at the store today." "Make sure you cover the bruises. Unless Gabe wants to show you off." Deans shirt hits him in the face along with a grumbled 'I hate you' before himself and Cas are left alone.

"So the lake?" "Mm. You'll love it. I'll teach you how to fish." "I can fish!" "Well then. Up for a little friendly competition?" "Only if my prize is you." "That can be arranged."