Day 2: Morning Routine-Destiel

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by Its_Mikaaaa

by Its_Mikaaaa

Hi! Here's day 2 of the thing! I'm gonna try to do the whole list. Enjoy!

Castiel's POV:

Our mornings together start off slowly. I'm usually the first one up. Though I'm always up. As an angel, I do not require sleep. I usually sit there for a few minutes after the sun comes up, just to watch Dean's peaceful face. It's the one time a day that Dean is truly calm and at peace.

I slowly and carefully make my way out of our bed and quietly walk down the hall. This was the one time that it was quiet in the bunker. Sam is out for his morning run and Dean is asleep. Knowing Dean would wake up soon, I made a pot of coffee and went to sit down at the table with my cup. I did this every morning, and every morning he did the same thing. He came out of his room and sluggishly made his way down the hall. He stops in the doorway of the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

"Mornin' Bee" he quietly mumbles and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around my chest and rests his chin on the crown of my head. I bring my hand to his arm.

"Good morning. I made a pot of coffee if you want any." I reply. He presses a kiss to my head and walks off to the cabinet and grabs a mug. I hear the trickle of the coffee pouring into the mug.

The heavy foot falls of Dean start up again as he makes his way back to the table and sits on the chair next to me. We sit there in silence. It's our one time in our day to day lives that we got it, so we cherish it.

Once the coffee is gone we get up once more and make our way back to our shared bedroom. Dean goes to his side and picks out a flannel, a solid color tee shirt, and a pair of jeans. I grab my suit jacket, white button up, tie, and pants. We usually have a race in the morning. Who can change into their picked out clothes the fastest. I'm not allowed to use my Grace to beat Dean and he's not allowed to throw things at me. We established that rule after he tried to win and threw a shoe from his side of the room at me. It is a competition we take very seriously. Once I win, we both go to the bathroom to brush our teeth.

We leave the room sharing smiles and laughs. The creak of the bunker door catchces our attention. This was usually around the time Sam get back from his run.

"Aww look. The sweaty Moose is back! Ain't that great Cas'?" Dean commented mockingly. Sam shot him a glare.

"Yes Dean, the sweaty Moose is back. This sweaty Moose is gonna go take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes." Sam retaliated. This conversation happens every morning and every morning, the same thing happens, but it's the one thing that's constant. Bo matter where we are, I always make a pot of coffee, Dean always comes and rests his chin on my head, we have our competition, and then the sweaty Moose will walk through the door. It happens no matter where we are. Motels or the bunker, it was the one constant thing in our lives and I couldn't be more great ful for it.

Well there you have it! I hope you enjoyed. Get ready because after the 30 days of fluff, there's gonna be an angsty chapter. Muahahahah! Anyway, type to you later!

~QSBC
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