Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 24: Sharing Beds and Kinks

When Cas woke first for once, Dean's face was buried in his chest, his head pressed beneath his chin, his forehead against his neck. One of Dean's hands was under his own head, the other resting on his other arm, and his knees were slightly bent, or so Cas could feel.

He loves me, Castiel thought fleetingly, I can't have him, but he loves me.

More than just part of him was screaming the question, "why does he?"

Whatever the answer was, he didn't want to hear it. He didn't care. He just wanted to wrap his arms around Dean and lay there until they were both awake, and so that's what he did, and when Dean woke up all sleepy-eyed and smiling up at him, Cas's heart swelled and then broke.

'Hey,' Dean mumbled, his smile so ... adoring. It made Cas want to bang his head against a wall until he passed out.

'Hey,' Castiel replied, sadly bending his head down to press his lips against Dean's forehead, wondering if it made Dean feel as happy as Cas felt to be able to do it. 'Did you ... did you sleep well?'

'Kinda,' Dean replied, considering the question. 'I ended up in some guy's bed. Don't know how that happened. Still wondering if he objects.'

'He doesn't,' Castiel promised. 'He doesn't, at all. He'd even like to make a joke and say that you didn't snore this time, the joke being that you've never snored anyway.'

'Well I say "shut up" to that joke.'

Dean rolled onto his back and Castiel released his arms from around him as Dean stretched and pulled himself up into a sitting position, Castiel momentarily pausing before mimicking him and sighing, because the slight bend in his spine that it took to sit felt good, so he stretched the entire thing out and almost punched Dean in the face when he stretched his arm out but Dean didn't seem to notice.

'Really, though,' Dean persisted. 'Do you object?'

'No,' Castiel promised, shifting his position again so he was angled towards Dean enough to comfortably reach across and take his face in his hand. 'I don't.'

'Why don't you?'

Because I love you, Cas thought.

No.

Because I love you too.

Maybe.

Because I'm in love with you.

Better.

'Because I'm ... gay. And you're really hot.'

Fuck.

'What about Joey? Or David? Or Hook?'

'They're not in my bed. So I'll settle for you.'

But why are you settling for me?

Dean laughed and playfully punched Cas's face, then moved to kiss the place he hadn't even actually punched. A pause, and then their lips found each other and touched softly a few times before Dean pulled back.

'You're sure you don't object?' he asked quietly.

'I'm sure,' Castiel swore. 'Besides ... I've slept in your bed. This one is far more comfortable. I don't blame you for seeking out the comfort.'

'I love this bed,' Dean agreed. 'And I don't use that word often.'

'I know,' Castiel nodded, about the bed, about the word, about everything. 'Forgive me if I don't offer to trade beds with you. I would, I really, really would, but I don't want to.'