Revelations

Healing

Dean resurfaced at midday to discover Cas finishing off the puzzle on the map table. He was hovering over the last five pieces, with a cup of tea on his right and a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on his left.

The trench coat was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Cas had changed his clothes although he never really had to as an angel. But Dean was thankful for the sight that greeted him. Cas looked damn good in a pair of black jeans and the ACDC long sleeved sweater he had slipped into made him look so adorable, Dean melted on the spot.

His hair was tousled. To an outsider, he might have looked as if he had a night of the best sex ever. His hands were always so steady and graceful. Fitting another piece into the right spot, Cas sighed.

"Did you sleep well?"

Dean startled from the question. "No points for me for trying to sneak up on you."

"I can always sense where you are, Dean," Cas said, comfortably fitting the last piece in its slot. "There. Now Sam owes me an apology."

"What did he do now?" Dean collapsed on the chair closest to the other man and lightly squeezed his left arm. When their eyes met, the two of them smiled lovingly at each other.

Their last encounter had been...emotional to say the least. There were a few things that still irked Dean, however, he had an entire night to mull over things. So his verdict was that maybe Cas was as stressed out as he was from the long break away from each other. Maybe Cas was also sexually frustrated because Dean was quite aware of Cas' sex drive. And if the angel had spent a little over two weeks in a room all by himself with no other way to vent his frustrations, then Cas was truthfully itching for a roll over in bed.

Also, the things that were said were probably taken out of context. Dean realized that maybe they could become too sensitive around each other. But they had every reason to be. There wasn't any room to have doubts and fill in the blanks anymore. Now, more than ever, they needed to be open and ask questions and find certainty. And if doing that required an emotional range the size of a spaceship, then so be it.

Cas dipped his head and softly pressed their lips together. He savored the feeling for a few seconds and then pulled away. "He told me that angels weren't smart enough to complete puzzles."

"Huh," Dean frowned. "That doesn't sound like Sam. Did he go for his morning run?"

"Yes," Cas settled into the chair next to the other man and faced him with eyes that searched green ones intently. It was almost as if he was trying to seek out every single moment he had missed whilst they were apart during the night.

"Don't do that," Dean said, blinking and glancing away with a small smile. "Did he get his green juice?"

"Don't do what? And yes."

"Probe me with your ocean eyes, that's what." Dean reached out and affectionately flicked the tip of Cas' nose. "His...eggs were sunny side up?"

"I didn't make eggs. He made waffles for us."

"How sweet," Dean made a face. "I wonder why he's in a sour mood."

"Because..." Sam's tall form appeared by the doorway leading into the kitchen, "...Cas told me that he showed you his wings. And he refuses to show me. I don't like you anymore," he directed at the angel who beamed at him. "I've been studying angels for months now. I've only seen their wings on a freaking page. Like for once I'd like to see yours and you're my best friend, man. Why can't you show me them?"

"You owe me an apology first. There were 50 pieces remaining and I completed the puzzle."

"Show me your wings," Sam folded his arms and scowled.