Baby, Don't Cut

Chapter Seven

Dean yawned, stretching his arms as he woke up. Turning on his side he looked at Cas snuggled in the comforter. He wrapped and arm around Cas' waist and pulled him closer. Castiel mumbled and stirred but didn't open his eyes.

Cas scooted closer to Dean, burying his face in the crook of his neck, kissing softly. Dean felt a smile spread across his face at the light touch. Suddenly he felt a slight chill and realized Cas had all the covers. He chuckled and tried to unwrap Cas, to which Cas protested.

"Come on baby, share." Dean tugged at the edge of the blanket.

"Your just gonna steal all of it." Cas complained tightening his grip.

"Kinda like you did?" Dean laughed pulling Cas into his arms, squeezing him.

"Dean....need...to...breathe.." Cas choked out, and Dean loosened his grip.

"Come on, if you share we can cuddle." Dean felt like a teenager, he'd never done this as a teenager though.

Castiel made an over exaggerated thinking face and finally opened the cover. Dean slide in and pulled Castiel right into his arms.

"You know last night was amazing, right?" Dean kissed his cheek.

"You were amazing. I mean I don't have comparisons but you knew exactly what drove me crazy." Cas laughed.

"What can I say, your spots are the same as mine." He chuckled, rubbing a hand down Cas' side.

"So last night, I was good?" Cas asked a little embarrassed.

"Baby you were fantastic. You sure you've never been with a guy before?" He watched Castiel's blue eyes go soft.

"I told you last night you were my first ever."

Dean ground his bare hips against Cas'. "Well that makes me special, huh?"

Cas let out a soft moan pushing back against Dean. He caught the shorter man's lips in a passionate kids carding his fingers through his hair. Cas grabbed Dean's hips and thrust his own forward slightly.

Den broke the kiss to look into Cas' blue eyes. "Hey, it's still early." He rasped pulling Cas in to hold him again.

"You're right, we should slow down. How about some breakfast?" Cas snuggled into Dean's arms.

"Are you cooking or am I buying?" Dean chuckled.

"You're buying big boy." Cas laughed pushing himself off of Dean.

Dean laughed as he watched Castiel get off the bed and slip on his boxers. "Hey, those are mine."

Cas looked over his shoulder and smiled. "I know."

Dean only shook his head and rolled out of bed. He found what he could of the clothing, which consisted of Cas' boxers and his own T-shirt.

"Cas?"

"Hm?"

"Where are my pants?" Dean asked scanning the room again.

"Somewhere in here." Cas laughed. "Just grab a pair of mine from the closet."

Dean groaned and slipped on the boxers, waking to the closet. He grabbed the first pair of jeans he saw and put them on. He turned around to be greeted by a sudden kiss. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and buried his face in his chest.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

Cas inhaled deeply and exhaled. "I-I think I love you."

Dean paused a moment, throwing his arms around Cas. "I love you too, Cas."

Cas squeezed Dean and sighed. Dean propped his chin on Castiel's head, loving the warmth that he felt when hugging him.

"Good to hear." Cas smiled against Dean, taking a deep breath. His nostrils filling with the scent of leather, whiskey and gunpowder. All things Dean.

"Hey, let's go to the diner." Dean spoke up.