Destiel Fluff

Trust Me, This is an Update

Hello children. I am sorta back. Kinda. How has your summer been? If you've started, that is. My summer has been fantastic (hehe) and I've been reading the PJO series and it is AMAZING. Love you.
P.S: There is no Mark of Cain or anything like that in this. I do what I want.
P.S.S: Story time! I told myself that the next song that comes on will inspire my story and it was freAKING CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU. Needless to say, that will not be inspiring my story.
P.S.S.S: This isn't so much fluff as it is humor.

xxxx Stucky_Trash

Dean woke up and squinted due to the sunlight streaming into the room because of the open blinds (A/N: I guess you could say that he was blinded by the light). He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt that something was wrong, missing. He reached to his right, where Cas is supposed to be, and found Cas's leg. He sat up in bed and saw that Cas had completely changed positions in his sleep. His head was at the foot of the bed and his legs at the head. Dean slowly climbed and of bed and snuck into the kitchen. Sam was already awake and at the table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper.
"Damn, Dean. With the noise coming from your bedroom until 3:00 in the morning, I didn't expect you to be up this early." Sam stated, not looking up from his paper.
"Hilarious." Dean dead-panned.
"I'm serious." Sam replied, a slight smile on his face.
"It was probably Cas turning in his sleep," Dean defended, "I woke up with his legs in my face."
"Okay, Dean. Whatever you say."
Dean sighed and turned to go to the cabinet. He grabbed a couple pieces of bread and pushed them into the toaster. He walked back to the table and flopped down in a chair.
"Anything good?" Dean grumbled.
"Not much." Sam muttered in response. Cas walked into the kitchen and Dean stared at him, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped. Cas, apparently, had not yet learned that it's considered common courtesy to be clothed while in front of others. Dean didn't mind, of course. It was Sam who cared.
"Um, Dean?" Sam said, obviously uncomfortable.
"Yeah?"
"Could you get your, uh, angel some pants?"
"Oh, yeah." Dean stood up and led Cas to the bedroom (A/N: This sounds like smut) and got some clothes for him.
"Cas, man, you've gotta wear clothes in front of Sam."
"Why, Dean?" Cas inquired.
"It makes him uncomfor-" Dean was cut off by Sam shouting from the kitchen.
"I'll be back in an hour! You have until then to do your thing!"