Tattoos

XII

Castiel woke up to the best smell ever: Dean's pillow and breakfast. Of course, he'd much rather prefer Dean over Dean's scent, but, he's thankful for what he's got. He feels weird having slept in the same bed with another man, not having done it before, but at the same time, it feels natural and good, like he wants to do it every night; feel Dean's thick arms wrapped around him and breathing in his perfect scent...it's all just his own personal heaven; and for the fact that Dean was shirtless.

Oh god, he's shirtless.

Cass ran out of the room to see if he could catch a glimpse of his -- his beauty...making breakfast with morning hair and in boxers and...perfection on legs.

"Hey Cass," Dean said, scratching his side.

Castiel smirked and sat down at the bar stool, intently staring at Dean to take in his every feature. "Hello, Dean."

"Hungry?"

Cass shrugged, "Yes, I am starving."

"Hope you like eggs," Dean said, bending over to yawn and let out a loud sigh.

"I do like eggs but I'm not really wanting them right now, I have something much better in mind."

Dean shrugged, "Alright, well, what do you want princess?"

Cass smiled, "It's really empty here, you're half naked and sweaty, I'm really craving you so what do you say?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "I say no; taking it slow in case you suddenly forgot."

"But you're single now...well, Bella single."

"How'd you sleep?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

Cass picked up a fork, "Well, I slept very well since my guardian angel was beside me, really close beside me; not that I'm complaining, I'd love to be glued to you."

"Even when I'm having sex with someone else?" Dean joked, pouring himself a glass of water.

"When we are having sex. I'll shove a spoon into whoever else touches you, preferably Bella, but anyone will work."

Dean laughed and buttoned back up his jeans, they somehow managed to get unzipped and unbuttoned during the night, which was probably Castiel's doing.

"What are you doing?! I did that so I could look at something in the morning, and I got bored last night!"

"I don't really want to walk around with my jeans undone."

Castiel huffed, "Please? You're even wearing plaid boxers, I love plaid."

Dean grinned, "I'm pretty sure I heard you complaining to Charlie how you hate plaid and how Sammy wears it all the time."

"Well, I changed my mind when I discovered them last night."

Dean rolled his eyes and continued eating, only small nibbles since he's, oddly, not hungry. Cass, on the other hand, is scarfing his down. "You promised me a movie by the way," Castiel said, pushing his plate away from him.

"And since we forgot yesterday I'll take you out tonight, I don't have to work so I have all night with you."

Cass smiled, "Aww, two gays guys going to a movie theatre together, giving blowjobs to each other while the movies going," Cass dreamily sighed. "My kinda night."

"Nobody said anything about giving the other a blowjob. I'll give you one when I'm a millionaire," Dean said, putting Cass' dirty plate into the sink and washing it.

"Then let's go to the gas station and buy some lottery tickets."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Or we could just steal from my Grandpa."