Destiel Fluff

I'm Just Going To Name This Benedict Cumberbatch

Hello beings. I'm so sorry about not being as active as I used to be. Not much is happening in my life right now, so on with the story.
                                xxxx castielsbee

Cas walked into the bedroom only to be greeted by a half-naked Dean (he was naked from the waist up, I will have you know). Cas stood in shock for a moment before slowly approaching the bed, still staring at Dean.

"Like what you see?" Dean asked Cas, who was still staring at him.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry about that." Cas turned around so that he was hiding the blush that was creeping across his cheeks, though failing miserably.

"Don't be." Dean sat down behind Cas and nudged Cas' back with his shoulder. Cas turned around and looked at Dean. Dean leaned forward and pulled him into a kiss. When Dean had pulled back, the blush started to creep across Cas' face and turn his ears bright red.

"Are you gonna sleep in that thing?" Dean asked, running his hand along the sleeve of Cas' trench coat.

"I didn't plan on that."

Dean pulled off the coat and went to put it up. He pulled some pajamas out of a drawer and threw them at Cas.

"What are these?"

"They're called pajamas. Humans sleep in them."

"Oh." Cas stood up and attempted to pull the clothes over the clothes he had on. Dean stopped him and told him how to put them on.

By the time Cas had changed clothes, Dean was already in bed. He crawled in bed, taking all the blankets for himself. Dean pulled some back. Cas pulled more back. This went on for quite some time before they eventually settled on an even amount of blanket between both of them.  Dean woke up before Cas the next morning.

"Good morning, baby." He whispered.

"No." Cas muttered before (literally) kicking Dean off of the bed.