Heat of the Moment

Fourteen

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Dean woke abruptly, shooting straight up as soon as he heard the annoying sound of his alarm clock. He slammed his hand down on it and checked the time. Nine-thirty. That was the longest that Dean had slept in years. He stretched his body, arching his back and rolling over Castiel. Cas frowned as tried to push him off of his naked body. "Cas," Dean whispered.

Castiel moaned, "No," and kicked Dean off the bed with surprising force. Dean hit the floor with a thump, his head smacking against the carpet. Dean rubbed the back of his head and Castiel went back to sleep.
Dean rolled his eyes, ripping the covers from Cas's body. Cas scrambled for warmth, shivering. He looked frustrated but it was too cute for Dean to be guilty about ripping the covers from him. "Deeaaann," he complained.

Dean smiled. "Wakey-wakey." While Cas tried to sleep again, Dean threw on some boxers and a gray shirt. Why was Castiel so stubborn? It was actually pretty cute, but damn. Maybe there wasn't a reason. Maybe he was just tired. The events of last night played over and over in Dean's head. A good fuck like that could make anyone tired.

Cas suddenly reached up and pulled Dean atop him, and Dean fell onto the bed. Castiel was using his body as a blanket. He quickly fell back into his unconscious state, which was pretty damn hot. He looked so cute snuggled up, his eyelids covering his blue eyes. Dean sighed, giving up. He gently placed the blanket back over Castiel and got his pants on, throwing his old clothes in the laundry room, along with Castiel's clothes. He'd do it later. Dean decided that Cas would need some clothes so he laid out some of his on the nightstand beside his bed, careful not to wake Castiel. Standing in the kitchen was Sam, looking a little more than annoyed. "Hey, Sammy," Dean said upon entering the kitchen. He got a pot out, wondering if it would be the right one for making eggs.

"Sam," his younger brother corrected, "and don't you hey me!"
Dean raised his eyebrow. "I was at Jess's the whole time that you were fucking your boyfriend. I tried to call you but you wouldn't answer!"

"Hey," Dean corrected, "It was fun..."

Sam made a gagging motion that, ironically, reminded Dean of Cas. He smiled at his own joke. Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm so getting you back," he said.

"Good luck," Dean called as Sammy started to walk away, although the only thing that Dean could think of, at that moment, was Sammy and Jess doing the do. He almost puked. Good God, he needed mind bleach. He supposed that Sam thought that way of Dean and Cas, though. Sam walked out of the room, annoyed, and instantly, Castiel came in through the hallway as if the two had practiced this. Dramatic entrances and dramatic exits.

"Good morning, Dean."

Cas crept up behind him while he was cooking and nestled his chin into Dean's neck. He wrapped his arms around Dean's torso and Dean couldn't think straight for a minute. Dean looked down at the scrambled eggs, burning a bit and cursed under his breath. "Am I making it hard for you to concentrate?" Castiel whispered into Dean's ear.

"Fuck, Cas," Dean murmured. He turned around, abandoning the eggs all together, and kissing Castiel deeply. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and Dean shivered as he leaned into the touch, his tongue entwining with Cas's. Cas's hands moved upwards, touching Dean's chest, running his fingers gently over his muscular abs. Dean gripped Castiel's ass, causing him to jump and gasp between kisses. Dean chuckled. He pulled away and stared into Castiel's blue eyes. They were so blue; like the ocean. They sparkled like the ocean did, when the sun was at the right angle. Dean smiled.

He could feel Castiel's gaze on his back as he continued to cook, and after a minute: "Do you wanna help?" Dean asked, giving him an accusing glare.

Cas laughed. "I'd prefer not to. You don't know; I could create a bomb instead of eggs."

Dean began to scrape the eggs onto three plates. "Not so good at cooking, I suppose?" He asked Castiel, who was fiddling with something in his hands.

"No," Cas admitted, grinning.

"Well I have to teach you one day," Dean mused, as he gave Cas a plate of eggs. "Sammy!" he called. "Breakfast!"

Sam came running down the stairs, basically tripping over his own feet.

He stared down at his plate with disgust as if Dean had handed him a plate consisting of a dead rat, instead of eggs. Dean ignored him and sat beside Castiel. He whispered, so that Sam couldn't hear, "We still need to talk," and Cas looked around the room.

He leaned in and whispered back, "Not now,"

Dean had deliberately picked out a long sleeved shirt so that he didn't feel like Dean was forcing him to show his wrists or anything like that. But he also didn't want Cas to think he was ashamed of his scars and cuts.

Dean nodded. "Okay," and he kissed Cas's forehead.

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Hey! This is a pretty late update, compared to all my other updates, I know, but just hang in there. This chapter was basically just filler and I'm so so so so sorry. School has been so stressful and I was planning on doing this update a few days ago but I was hospitalized for a few days.

I will try to spice things up as much as I can but unfortunately I cannot promise anything. :( Sorry. Maybe I will make a sequel since this is kind of becoming a really long filler Destiel fic.

Comment whether you want a sequel please. I love you all and thank you so much!