Dean p.o.v
We moved to the lounge while the boys finish cleaning up. If there are a few things Mom and Ellen taught us is that the cook doesn't clean. Cas is leaning carefully against my side. I pull him in closer, tucking him under my arm as Char rambles on about some nerd con happening in a few months. Cas is listening intently but I'm not, leaving my mind to just drift...
I'm in the same house. The same framed photos on the walls. 'Fever' by Micheal Buble' is playing from somehwere in the house. I follow the music and find myself rounding the corner and entering the kitchen. It's open and full of natural light. Cas is busy taking a pie out of the oven and the little girl with green eyes sits in a booster chair watching her Papa. She turns to look at me, her eyes glowing with happiness, mouth red with what I assume is cherries looking at the discarded cherries all over the floor.
"Dada" she squeals and lifts her arms up high. Smiling I go to pick her up and throw her into the air. Catching her, I nuzzle her soft stomach.
"Hello Dean. I made us a pie. And by us I mean for you and Claire." Cas says, chuckling.
"Heya Cas." I say, a smile on my lips as I go to give him a loving kiss-
WHACK
"Wha-what is it?" I groggily look around me. Cas is blushing while Sam holds a cushion above his head, ready to smack me with it again.
"Hey man! What was that for bitch?" I shout. Gabe, who's snickering next to Char, is standing in the doorway.
"Well Dean-o. We were innocently cleaning the kitchen and when we came out of the kitchen what do we see but you sleeping on Cassie's shoulder and saying his name." I start blushing profusely. I look over to Cas and his blush deepens. Shit. I did speak out in my sleep? Judging by the blood red blush on Cas' face I'm thinking yes... I shrug sheepishly and swing my arm around Cas' shoulder again. Leaning forward I whisper in his ear: "Cas, trust me. You would've enjoyed my dream." If it were possible, Cas turned an even redder shade than before.
"DESTIEL IS SAILING IN THE WIND!" Char squeals. Almost defeaning everyone in a 15 meter vicinity.
"Dean. You have a room for this stuff man." Sam complains, throwing the pillow at myself and Cas.
I chuckle, still mildly embarressed. "Not so cool being on the other end of the stick isn't it Sammy?".
"Well guys, I hate to go but I love to leave. So PEACE OUT BITCHES!" Char says, tipping her imaginary hat to us.
After saying bye to Char I turn to everyone.
"Well Novak's y'all spending the night?" Although I aimed it at Gabe and Cas, I only care about Cas' answer.
"I don't see a problem with it...If you're sure about this Dean?"
Cas p.o.v
We, Dean and I, are in the kitchen. In the heart of the Winchester house. Dean looks amazing with his 'Kiss the cook' apron on again, over his dark blue jean, black tee and blue checkered shirt. He turns to face me, offering a look in the pan in his hands. It looks sublime, succulent.
"And on tonight's menu we have lovely A grade steak with a side of noodle salad and a green toss salad" Dean says in a fake posh accent causing me to laugh. Dean takes a bow and I laugh even harder. He is so amusing and free-flowing.
Out of the blue I blurt out: "Dean, do you think it would be okay if I played you a song?"
Concentrating on suateing the mushrooms, Dean responds absentmidedly "Sure Cas, go ahead and connect your phone. The aux is by the sound system in the tv room."
YOU ARE READING
Our Little Condition
Fiksi Penggemar"Damnit" growled Dean as he wiped sweat from his brow. He never thought having to restrain himself from Cas would be this hard...
