Revelations

Blissful

Love always could be subdivided into so many things: families loved each other. Friends did. Most of all best friends. And then there were the foolish ones who decided that they wanted something so much more than just a connection of trust and belonging. The ones who believed that they could make the best out of love, and they could try to grow even closer.

Maybe desire could be communicated through a look. Maybe Castiel had no idea what the hell he was telling Dean through his prolonged gazing. But Dean felt like instead of misjudging the situation, he should perhaps take a step back and breathe. Instead of trying to jump to conclusions, maybe he should focus on eating his burger and not anything else.

But then he watched Castiel use a knife and fork to consume his steak. The way his fingers moved so gracefully as he practically made no sound whilst eating. And then when he occasionally licked his lips, Dean literally felt like he was craving something so much. Something deeper. He didn't want to address it, but dammit, he was a man and he had needs and it had been a long time since he had been intimate with anyone.

Fuck, since Cas died the last time, over a year ago, he really hadn't slept with anyone except his feelings. He used to think that a hunt would be enough. And it was for a long time. He didn't really go to bars anymore and picked up women. He managed just fine until he started to think about Cas in so many different ways. It was embarrassing. Because Cas always wore too much clothes so Dean found that fantasizing about what he looked like under them was expansive. And he was going crazy from dwelling on the two of them...

Hell, he suddenly lost his appetite, and realized that his pants were growing uncomfortably tight. And when Dean discovered the meaning of it all, he felt completely embarrassed. Cas was driving him insane. All these years he had buried his feelings deep down inside and now that everything was in the open, what to expect was so much more exciting than anything else.

"Dean," Cas was frowning at him from across the table. The silence had become quite unbearable. "Are you okay?"

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm peachy. How about you?"

"Well you've suddenly gone quiet."

"Do you blame me?" Dean shrugged. "People tend to get speechless when they're faced with an amazing view."

Cas stopped chewing. His cheeks grew crimson. "Dean, you are phenomenal. Please eat. I like to watch you when you do."

"Geez," Dean shook his head, "he likes to watch me when I sleep, and now when I'm eating. I am so blessed."

Chuckling lightly, Cas rested his cutlery down gently and cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about what to get you for Christmas. I believe that I've found the perfect gift."

"Oh yeah?" Dean was curious now, chewing on his burger. You under the tree with nothing but a Christmas bow on would suffice. But then I can't get my heart's desire so quickly. "Give me a hint."

"Okay," Cas thought about it for a while, "it's fluffy and cute and –"

"Not a puppy, please!" the other man provided with widened eyes. Dammit, the bees. The guinea pigs. The hamsters. "Cas, come on. I spend all my time looking after Baby and our lives aren't exactly accommodating for a pet. We're on the road most of the time. I'm not saying that I don't like animals but I know for a fact that once I say yes to one puppy, there will be a lot more to come."

"Dean, it's not a puppy," Cas frowned. But Dean sounded so domestic. Almost as if they were already a couple and the idea of welcoming a pet into their lives wasn't quite going to cut it.

"Then not a kitten either."

"It's not a..." Cas' eyes fluttered close. "I give up."

"No animals, Cas," Dean warned.