Beneath the Spotlight. A Destiel Story

daddy issuses

The first thing Dean smells in the morning is bacon. At first he doesnt think its really bacon, because bacon is made on Sundays at Bennys—since they all have the day off and can make a decent breakfast together.
Then he remembers.
Hes not at Bennys—hes at Castiels. He half smiles to himself because if he gets bacon this morning, plus bacon tomorrow, hes going to be a very happy man, and thisll have been the best weekend ever. He stretches his body, feeling the softness of the comforter, and can feel the warmth of Cas body beside him.
Dean doesnt want to wake Castiel, but he can feel the empty pit of his stomach turning and nearing a growl. He turns on his back and lets his eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the bedroom. He grabs his phone from the bedside table and opens it, reading the time; 10:18 AM. He scrolls through his Facebook feed, checks his Instagram, and by 10:30, Castiel stirs and rolls onto his stomach, rubbing the backs of his knuckles to his eyes.
Mornin sunshine, Dean says hoarsely, wondering why his throat is so sore, but then he remembers last night—after they got into bed. He smiles as he remembers the feeling of Cas cock down his throat.
Good morning, Cas grumbles. What time is is?
Just after 10:30.
Cas groans.
Why? Dean asks.
I wanted to be in the studio already. Castiel grunts as he sits up and pulls the blanket off, stretching as he stands.
Dean watches as Castiel walks into his ensuite bathroom and shuts the door. He hears the toilet flush and the tap run. Castiel opens the door, his toothbrush hanging between his lips as he puts on deodorant. Dean somehow feels so comfortable here, seeing Castiel in this way—standing in only his boxers, content in the domesticity. He doesnt want to make things awkward, so he looks away before he says something stupid.
Gabriel's making breakfast, Castiel says after he spits out his toothpaste in the sink.
Yeah it woke me up, Dean gives a short laugh.
Youre welcome to stay for breakfast.
Castiel walks over to his closet and opens a dresser drawer, and pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. If that doesnt make Dean want to just rip it all off of him, he doesnt know whats going on with him.
Youre not staying? he asks, confused. He sits up more properly on the bed.
I need to get to the studio. Castiel pulls on a pair of socks.
Dean frowns, but tells himself that he shouldnt get too attached. He nods instead.
Yeah I guess I should get going as well. He gets out of bed and cracks his neck to the side. He finds his jeans on the floor and puts them on.
I hope you know that my leaving has nothing to do with you, Castiel says softly.
Dean waves him off. Nah, Its cool. I understand. He picks up his shirt and finds his way through it. Gotta get shit done.
Yes, I need to get my painting done—as much as I would rather stay in bed with you all day.
Dean softly smiles. Hes dressed and ready to go, but they stand six feet apart from each other, practically on either side of the bedroom. They stand there for a few moments, awkwardly looking like they want to do something more than just stand there, but then Gabriel calls out to them.
Breakfast is served if you want some! Just be sure to have clothes on!
Dean snickers at Castiel rolling his eyes. And thats their cue.
Dean follows Castiel down the hallway and into the open kitchen. He still cant believe Cas lives in a place like this. Dean doesnt even think hes had an excuse to be anywhere near these apartments, let alone inside one. The day is nice outside, as Dean can see through the huge ceiling to floor windows that surround the living room. He takes in the view; its much different in the morning light, but still no more beautiful than it was last night.
Gabriel greets them when he turns around from the stove.
Mornin lovebirds!
Dean feels his face heat up.
Castiel seats himself at the table and Dean does the same. Gabriel has the table set, and brings over the food.
This is unusual, Castiel comments.
What is? Gabriel replies, sitting down on the other side of Cas.
This.
Gabriel pauses. The fact that I made breakfast or the fact that theres another person here sitting next to you that isnt Inias, joining us for said breakfast?
Dean glances between the two of them, but doesnt say anything. The food sits in the middle of the table untouched, as Castiel and his brother bicker back and forth. Dean should probably feel uncomfortable. Sure, its awkward, but for some reason he doesnt think he could ever be uncomfortable around Castiel.
Gabriel, dont start.
What? Im just saying.
What exactly are you just saying?
Castiel finally grabs a pancake and tosses it onto his plate with a couple slices of bacon. Dean waits patiently until things are passed to him, but its almost like he isnt even there. Okay, maybe he is a little uncomfortable—but its only because Gabriel is making him so. If it was just Cas, Dean thinks it wouldnt be like this. He tunes out to most of their conversation, not really paying much attention to anything but the view.