Hidden Feelings (Destiel AU) (DISCONTINUED)

S I X

*Also Deans' POV*

I wake up with a dim light showing through the curtains. I check my phone for the time, 8:01.

I stand up and go to the shower. I think about the whole of last night. After Cas and I hung out, and by hung out I mean just talking on my bed, it was really late and I made Cas go home. He was really disappointed, but did it anyway.

I step out of the shower, grabbing a towel and dry myself. I walk to my room with a towel hanging low on my waist. I rummage through my dresser, picking random clothes for the day. I pull on a regular white t-shirt and jeans.

I make eggs for Sam, as he is still asleep, and put them on the counter hoping he wakes up before flys, or what's left of them in late August, get to them. I find that the elevators are working and I slowly ride down to the first floor. I exit the building, getting into my sacred Impala. It takes a few minutes to get to Cas' place, but when I arrive I get excited to see his car is parked.

I jog up to the door, knocking before walking in. I smile, seeing Cas standing up. His shirt rides up as he stretches his arms above his head. I see the lower part of his abs, but just enough to make my mouth dry. He shuffles over tiredly and hugs my neck. I slide my arms around him and pick him up off the floor carefully. He squeals and holds me tighter than he would probably care to admit. I pick him up further, squealing again. His legs go around my waist, crossing at the ankles. I adjust my hands so I'm not crushing him, but providing a small seat for his butt with my hands.

I lean him up against the wall, looking in his crystal eyes that make my heart stop for a moment every time I see them. He looks at me from under his lashes. He smiles and turns away shyly. I kiss his cheek once, then turning his head to look at me. He does, crimson invading his natural tan. He isn't usually like this, "Is something wrong Cas?" I question him.

He shakes his head, leaning it up against mine, "Just tired." I smile and lean in slowly and kiss his flat lips. He kisses me back, of course. He pulls away and leans his head on my shoulder. I slip away from the wall, which was holding most of Cas' weight, and head to the couch quickly. Sitting with Cas on top of me, legs still around my waist, I lean back onto the arm rest, laying my feet on the couch. Cas re-adjusts himself so his face is on the same, small pillow as mine. I kick my shoes off while I feel feet moving down my legs. I pull my arms around his waist, while his legs tangle with mine.

We sit there, eyes open, Cas laying on top of me and legs tangled. We look at each other, taking in each others features. He slides his head closer to mine, planting a kiss on my nose. His eyes flutter closed and a fraction of a smile appears on the face.

I turn to the computer Cas was working on and see a document open. I strain my eyes until they hurt. I couldn't see the text, but I figured it was work. His large coffee cup was almost empty, half of a faint circle where his lips were, stained with coffee.

"Dean?" He whispers to me. I turn my face towards his. He was closer to me, but not directly in my face, more like in the crook on my neck.

"Cas." I say.

He sighs contently and runs a hand over my chest repeatedly. My heart speeds up just a little. "Nothing." he opens his eyes, looking up at me. His mouth opens into a grin, making me grin back.

He licks his lips, leaning into mine. I was taken by surprise for a split second, but joining the action soon after. His hands capture my head, intwineing together behide me. His chest presses heavier against mine. He pulls away, regaining breath. After a second or two I lean back in, needing more. I lick his bottom lip, asking for permission. He deepens the kiss quickly. My hand slowly trace up and down his body, making little moans escape from him.