Trench coats and leather.

memory 7.

Dean wondered into the living room, holding a plate full of pie with a smile. He was looking down at the pie, admiring its tasty goodness with an eager growl. He could smell the cherries from there. He stepped into the room and glanced up, raising his eyebrows at the sight.

There was a large mat rolled out in the middle of the living area, in front of the TV. The mat was covered in small birds, and was light blue. Almost the shade of the shy, but night quite as blue as Cas’. Cas was standing on the mat, with his rear in the air, a determined look on his face. Dean couldn't help but smile as he watched Cas tumble over. Castiel let out a loud, annoyed grunt as he got back up on his hands and knees again, not noticing the man in the doorway of the room.

“I'll get this right if it kills me,” he grumbled to himself as he raised his bottom towards the roof yet again, making Dean set down his pie and bite his lip, admiring the man’s flexibility and determination. Cas had managed to keep his balance, his hair flopping over his eye slightly, making him sigh and flick his head to the side in an attempt to tame it. Cas’ feet sat spread apart on the mat, expertly poised to perfection. His back was straight, and his bottom looked round, he found himself smiling at the feeling of finally conquering the pose. Dean took that moment to admire how well Dean's pants looked on Cas, and how cute he looked in Dean's favorite ACDC shirt. Dean smiled, seeing how it moved up slightly as Cas straightened his back more, to were the shirt was no longer covering his stomach. Dean held back a small chuckle, as he bit his lip harder. A small sparkle showed itself in his eye as he watched the man stretch. He couldn't help but want to touch him, though he loved watching him even more. 

Finally, yet a little reluctantly, Dean walked over to him, smirking as he leaned over the now human, and looked at the book lying in front of him. He casually put his hands on the man’s hips, pressing his crotch against Cas’ bottom casually, earning him a small squeal from the surprised man.

“Go away, Dean!”, Cas said, trying to keep his pose up, holding his breath ever so slightly. He could smell Dean from there, the intoxicating musk of the impala, with a hint of old books, and something new. Was that.. Cherries? Cas shook his head and sighed, when Dean didnt move.

“What, hun? I'm just trying to help?”, Dean said innocently, as he tightened his grip on Cas, keeping him upright. He heard Cas sigh dramatically, and shook his head, smiling wide.

“Dean this is NOT helping”, Cas said, stressing the not as he struggled to keep himself upright, he felt his body shake more as Dean laughed, the laugh shaking him against him, sending a pang of love to his heart. Cas loved Dean’s laugh, even if Dean was teasing him about whatever, Cas didnt Care. All he cared about was the man laughing.

Suddenly, Cas got an idea, the idea sending a small smirk towards Cas’ lips as he let his knees go, and suddenly him and Dean go tumbling down.

“Ah!”, Dean yelled, trying to keep from falling on Castiel, but Castiel’s traveling arms wouldn't allow that. He quickly wrapped himself around Dean, keeping him from moving as they lay there.

“easy there, tiger,” Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms back around Cas’ figure.

“If you wanted cuddles all you had to do was ask,” Dean added, a small smile forming to add to the blush across his freckled cheeks.

“I know,” was all Castiel said, as they snuggled on the blue bird mat, in the middle of the living room.