Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 25: Relationship

Cas was on the sofa when Dean got back, shoes off, legs up, nose in his book. Dean put the movies on the kitchen table, shrugged off his jacket and grabbed a spoon from the kitchen, sauntering his way over to where Cas lounged.

'Oh no, not these smelly old things again,' Dean joked as he lifted Cas's feet. 'Ever heard of washing your socks?

'Yes, I have,' Castiel replied. 'In fact, I'm washing all of mine now. These are yours; when did you last wash them, two years ago, was it?'

'Shut up,' Dean muttered. 'They're your fucking socks.'

'Well if they're mine, they smell like laundry detergent mixed with the soap I washed my feet with when I showered this morning, and the insides of my shoes which are perfectly clean thank you very much.'

Castiel read on. He hadn't even so much as glanced at Dean when he was stinging him with sass. Dean watched him for a moment.

'Not even a smile, huh?' he asked.

Castiel lowered his book, gave Dean the most adorable smile, then went stony faced again as he read. Dean frowned, opening Cas's ice cream, and he began to eat it with the spoon he'd brought for Cas. He relaxed back into the sofa with a sigh.

'So that's how you feel like playing it, huh?' Dean asked. 'Okay, then. I won't tell you about the wedgie I got after driving that I had to pull out.'

That lowered Cas's book, and then closed it too.

'And?'

'Couldn't get a good grip on it through my jeans because of the material, so I had to shove my hand down my pants,' Dean sad offhandedly, licking the spoon. 'Then my dick fell out so I had to fix that issue. And there's not a lot of ball room in these, so I'm dealing with that too.'

'If you're finding it hard to find a place to keep your balls, you could always just put them in my mouth for safe keeping.'

Dean dropped the spoon.

'What?'

'Just a suggestion,' Castel shrugged. 'You dropped your spoon.'

'I fucking know that,' Dean replied, flustered. 'I ... I just ... Jesus Christ, Cas. You can't just say things like that with no warning or you're going to fucking give me a heart attack.'

'Sorry,' Castiel replied, a spark in his eye, looking anything but sorry. 'Your spoon is still on the floor.'

Dean reached over Cas's legs and down to the ground to pick it up. He put it back in the ice cream and had another spoon full, swallowing while trying not to think about his balls in Cas's mouth. Fucking shit.

'Give me some,' Castiel commended from his relaxed position.

Dean got some ice cream on the spoon and held it towards Cas's mouth, and then shoved it on Cas's nose instead.

'Oh, look,' Dean said lightly, 'you have shit on your nose.'

The flavor was chocolate, Cas's favorite.

'Then you should have showered,' Castiel replied, wiping his nose and licking his palm where the ice cream had come off on it.

Dean had to turn away to hide his sudden, hot blush, handing over the tub and the spoon wordlessly to a smug looking Cas.

'Am I making you uncomfortable?' Castiel asked slyly.

'No,' Dean replied stiffly, lying through his teeth.