The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 3: The Angel cooks

I let the hot water run down my body, washing away the sweat that the nightmare had left behind. I let out a frustrated breath. Cas had been watching me while I slept, for god knows how long. I told Cas i thought it was creepy... but I didn't. I didn't mind it at all. He was my guardian angel, that's what they do right? Watch over you. I told myself that's why I was so okay with it. Why I was able to sleep through the rest of the night in peace.

The nightmare had been about my time in purgatory, again. Cas touching the blade yesterday must have been what triggered it this time. The nightmares about purgatory were almost always the same. Some wild beast was chasing me through the endless wilderness, snarling and growling. All I could think about was saving Cas, getting to Cas, not losing my Cas. It's all I cared about. If I didn't survive, that was okay. As long as I got the angel out safely. As long as Castiel survived. Maybe that's why Cas's touch kept me from having nightmares the rest of the night last night.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle off of the shelf and squeezed some onto my hand, massaging it through my hair as I let my mind wander. Had Castiel played with my hair last night? I thought I could feel the ghost of his had carding through the strands, gentle and slow. I shook my head as I rinsed out my hair. No, of course he hadn't. Grabbing the conditioner and slicking it through my hair, I thought again about the sight I had woken up to this morning.

My eyes had opened to find those two endless oceans only a few inches from my face. Cas's raven hair had been mussed from laying on it all night, but was otherwise the same Cas. Lightly tanned, smooth skin with a light layer of stubble on the bottom half of his face, his square jaw, his dimpled chin. His perfectly pink lips had been pressed together, the light curve of his bottom lip meeting his perfect top one. Waking up so close to something so beautiful had been breathtaking. I froze, in the middle of rubbing my body down with soap. Beautiful? Well I mean, Cas has always been good looking, there was no denying that. But I had never thought that word about another man before, let alone my best friend.

I let the thought pass and finished up in the shower, turning it off and towelling my body dry. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back to my room for some clean clothes. The bunker floor was cold on my bare feet after the warmth of the shower.

I got to the door and paused for a moment, surveying my room. My room. My space. I honestly had never thought I would ever have a place to call home again. It made a warm feeling spread through my chest. Me, Sam and Cas, having a home and still hunting, saving the world, together. Having somewhere to go where we all knew we were safe and could be ourselves. Nothing could possibly make me happier.

I stepped into the room and pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans, then pulled my favourite AC/DC shirt over my head. I shook out my hair as I padded down the hall towards the kitchen, smelling burnt bacon. I frowned.

I rounded the corner to find Castiel standing in front of the stove, a spatula in hand and a smoking pan on the element. He was frantically moving his hands about, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He huffed and turned to see me watching him from the doorway.

"Need a little help there, Cas?" I asked with a smirk. He looked at me, a little panicked.

"Dean, I don't know where I went wrong. I thought I would do something nice for you and Sam, seeing as you guys always do the cooking... but I don't think I'm doing very well." He looked at the burning pan sadly. I laughed and approached the deflated angel, touching his shoulder lightly.

"You just have the heat too high buddy," I said as I let out another laugh, reaching past his arm and turning the knob down. I started moving the pan off of the hot element, Cas backed up against the counter. I could feel his eyes on me as my chest brushed his.