The Sub

He's My Boyfriend

Cas woke up to the faint light coming through the curtains in his bedroom. There was terrific warmth on his back. He snuggled close, rubbing his ass into Dean's dick, causing the man to groan in his sleep.

"Stop," Dean grumbled.

"Sorry, sir," Cas whispered, flipping over, so he was facing Dean.

His eyes were closed, Cas was memorizing every freckle on Dean's face, the way his scruff was red in some places and darker in others. He placed a hand on Dean's face a placed a light kiss on his lips, not wanting to take it any further because of morning breath.

Dean wrinkled his nose and smiled; he opened his eyes; they were the most magnificent shade of green Cas had ever seen.

"Good morning," Dean said, pulling Cas to him, so his head was tucked under Dean's chin.

"Moring," Cas replied, kissing his chest, closing his eyes and rubbing his face in the same spot.

They laid like that until nature called, and they both got up Cas went first, sore, but in a right way, Dean went in when he came out, he checked over Cas' back making sure he was ok.

"Come get dressed I'm taking you to breakfast," Dean said.

"You are going to spoil me, aren't you?" Cas asked.

"You deserve it. From what you told me, even if you grew up with the money, your parents don't seem very affectionate, and you don't have anything to eat for breakfast," Dean said.

"I like you too, Sir," Cas said with a smile pulling on a clean pair of panties.

Dean smiled, watching him get dressed. He loved that Cas wasn't afraid to show him his kinks and the things he likes; it's the other stuff Dean was going to have to coax out of him.

Once they both were ready to go, they headed down to Dean's car as Charlie pulled up. She hadn't heard from him after his dinner with his parents, and she was worried.

"Hey, I was worried, but I guess you were busy," Charlie said, "Charlie,"

"Dean, were heading to breakfast, wanna come?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I would love too," Charlie said.

Cas looked at her, and she shrugged she wanted to know more about the man. Especially if he was reason Cas didn't call her.

They piled into the Impala and headed to the diner down the road.

"So, you are?" Charlie asked.

"He is my boyfriend," Cas said.

"Wait, I know you," Charlie said, looking closer at Dean, "your the guy from the night club that was dancing with Cas," she yelled.