This is (not) the Last Time

A Day of Nothing

So hopefully you guys enjoyed the last chapter more than the one before it I don't even have a plan for this one so It'll probably be a short filler.

I honestly don't even know what I'm writing right now.

oh whale.

(Aight so I'm writing it now and it's basically just fluffy fluff)

Enjoy

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Dean woke up to the feeling of Castiel shifting closer to him and murmuring something he couldn't quite understand. He looked up at Cas' content face and smiled before burrowing closer to Cas.

"Can't believe I ever thought this was bad." Dean mumbled to himself. He lay next to Castiel for a while longer before the man began to stir as he awoke.

"Morning." Dean heard Cas' voice from above him, even rougher than usual from sleep.

"Hi," Dean curled around to look into Castiel's eyes and grinned when he saw him, "I love you."

Cas grinned and leaned down to press his lips against Dean's.

They stayed in bed for a long while pressing kisses onto each other, and running hands over the bare skin of one another. There was no hidden agenda for sex, no pressure for the kisses to become heated. The were simply toughing each other because they enjoyed the feeling.

Dean could feel his heart racing with every touch, his own touches radiating affection for the man laying next to him.

The two lovers exchanged whispers of admiration and proclamations of affection with every grasp of skin and every press of lips.

Neither wished to move from their own world of perfection. Alas, however, they did.

Castiel kept his hands on Dean's waist, murmuring how hot he looked in his ear as they moved into the kitchen. Dean, in turn, put his hands over Cas' and leaned back into the blue eyed man's arms. He sighed, content. Dean kept one of his hands linked with Cas' and wandered towards the fridge.

He hunted for something to make for breakfast as Castiel traced patterns into his back with his fingertips.

They ended up having french toast for breakfast. The cooking of said french toast took longer than anticipated, for Castiel continued to draw designs from Dean's shoulder blades to his hips and distracting him.

When it was finally ready to eat, they sat across from each other at their raised, two seater, table. They had hardly talked all morning. Only comments of admiration were heard before they sat down to eat. After they were seated and eating Cas looked up at Dean and after a moments hesitation said, "This is what I want."

"Yeah." Dean breathed. Of course he wanted this. To be here with Cas.

"You with me," Cas continued, "All the time."

"Always." Dean replied and reached his hand across the table for Cas'. Castiel wouldn't let Dean take his hand, however.

"Never leave me again." Cas looked into Dean's eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or dis truthfulness as he made Dean promise again. When Cas had made sure Dean's promise was for real, he finally extended his hand to Dean and smiled warmly as they ate.

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Later that day, Dean got a text from Sam.

From: Sam

To: Dean

Subject: None

Everything went okay I assume? With Your boyfriend, I mean.