Rifle Scissor Stone

Chapter 6

In the morning, Castiel woke up to find Dean still asleep. He smiled lazily and pressed his lips against the bruise on Dean's shoulder with featherlike lightness before pushing the covers off of himself and sitting up. With one last glance at the smooth, soft features of Dean's sleeping face, he stood and walked out of the room and into the kitchen. 

Castiel had only stayed the night three times now, but Dean's apartment was just as good as his own. He knew where everything was already and he could work the appliances without difficulty. That's why he made coffee while waiting for Dean to wake up, leaning against the counter and checking his phone that he had taken from the pocket of his jeans on his way out of the bedroom. Castiel hurriedly tapped out a recap of the night's end to Gabriel, asking him to get in touch with the parole officers and tell them not to take action but to keep the altercation on record. 

The machine on Castiel's left beeped as he hit send. "Shut up," Castiel mumbled to it as he poured coffee into the two mugs he had pulled down from the cabinet. He set the pot back into the maker and searched for a second for the sugar, pouring just enough to please his taste buds into the mug that was meant to be his and stirring it. When he realized Dean had not woken up yet, Castiel looked at the doorway for a minute before deciding that it would be nice to wake Dean up with coffee in bed, especially after last night. Castiel picked up both mugs and carefully made his way to Dean's room. 

Once in the room, he set the mugs down on Dean's nightstand, spoon sticking out of the one that was his own, and leaned down over Dean. He gently nuzzled his neck and kissed, then moved up his jaw and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Wake up, human," Castiel murmured, kissing down to Dean's ear. He kissed his ear and chuckled at the halfhearted swat Dean made at his chin. "I've got coffee and kisses."

"It's too early to be 'wake, Cas," Dean groaned. "Lemme sleep more."

"Whatever," Castiel grinned. "Your coffee will just get cold."

"Good. Sleep is better than coffee."

"How dare you say that!" Castiel feigned shock at Dean's words. "Coffee is so much better than sleep."

"Not righ' now, angel. Now go away, I want to go back to my dream." 

"What were you dreaming about?" Castiel gently brushed his nose against Dean's as he whispered the question. 

"You, now go away," Dean tried another half hearted slap that made Castiel laugh. 

"Why are you dreaming of me when you've got the real one right here?"

"Because this isn't a dream about now," Dean mumbled, sighing and relaxing again. Castiel smiled and kissed him softly and slowly. Dean responded to the kiss almost reluctantly. 

"Then what was it about?" Castiel whispered, lips dragging against Dean's as he did. God, he loved that feeling. 

"Don' wanna say," Dean moaned, leaning up into Castiel's kiss. "Bu'now I'm awake 'nd will take those kisses gladly." 

"You'll take your coffee gladly," Castiel smirked, pulling away from Dean and reaching toward the mugs. Before he could even touch them his shoulder was grabbed and he was brought crashing down onto the empty side of the bed, a tired, clingy boyfriend over him. "What the-" he breathed out, eyes on Dean's. "Where the fuck did you learn that?"

"I used to take karate, I know a few things still... Plus I have to have self-defense classes living in this neighborhood." Dean grinned, straddling Castiel's hips. He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against Castiel's. "I'm feeling much better now. Not as sore... We could do what we do best and fuck a bit, angel." Dean's breath ghosted against Castiel's lips and cheek.