Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 16: Cooking

It was difficult to get to sleep after a night like they'd had.

Cas lay his back staring at the ceiling with his heart pounding because of the roller coaster he'd just gotten off of.

Okay, so, first, he'd bumped his chest against Dean's. And then he'd gotten to see Dean without pants and he could tell, it was obvious, that Dean knew that he hadn't been looking at his face, and he literally didn't care. He'd made a pact with himself not to tell Dean he was in love with him, but he never said it was a secret that he was attracted to him. And then he'd gotten to have Dean by his side for hours, and their hands had bumped in the popcorn bowl and their lips had touched the same bottles and their knees had bumped and he'd jumped and clutched onto Dean's forearms with Dean doing the same thing to him after getting a shock, and then they'd had their arms over the back of the same sofa, and Dean's arm had been more draped over his than the actual sofa itself ...

Cas thought for sure he was going overboard with that hug after an night full of casual touches that only meant so much to him because of his feelings and his attraction and everything that was driving him wild right now, it clearly not meaning as much to Dean ...

But he hadn't gone overboard at all, apparently.

Dean ...

Did they do that now? Did they kiss? Like, what?

Dean's actual lips had been on Cas's actual face.

Not exactly the place Cas wanted them on his face, but on his face.

His actual face.

Dean's actual lips.

Fuck.

It felt like Cas's cheek was burning.

Maybe he actually does have mouth herpes, Castiel joked to himself.

Speaking of herpes.

All that casual talk of dick sucking and ass eating and Cas actually showing Dean his phone screen. That had had a diagram of a penis on it at the time.

Cas had no idea how he'd kept a straight face through all of that.

Well, actually, he'd kept a gay face through all of that.

He recalled his passing thought about Dean sucking his dick.

He recalled that thought in the bathroom the next morning, too, along with a number of other thoughts after he'd had a quick breakfast which he took into his room because Dean was still asleep and wasn't wearing a shirt and he was sleeping on his stomach with his arms wrapped around his pillow and the covers were only up to his waist and Cas felt like he was going to die if he didn't get to run his hands over those fucking back and shoulder muscles.

Who knew he was attracted to backs?

Not him, but the him in his fantasies gently rubbing Dean's shoulders and back up and down as he fucked him, Dean on all fours in front of him, certainly seemed to know his stuff.

Cas almost had a fucking heart attack when he left the bathroom to find Dean having just opened the door to the bedroom.

'Woah, good timing,' was Dean's morning greeting. 'I didn't hear anything so I thought you were still asleep. I was about to go in there.'

'It's all yours,' Castiel announced, smiling tightly in passing as he went over to his bedside table to grab his empty cereal bowl.

'Thanks,' Dean grinned at him.