With and Without (Destiel)

Chapter 14: Laziness and the Start of the Teasing

        The rest of the night was spent lazily – they finished the movie and drank their coffee, lounging around. Dean loosened up even more and pestered Sam a few more times about whoever it was that Sam liked. He debated with Charlie over the pros and cons of Stars Wars and Star Trek – to which Sam made sarcastic comments about why he was the one who was always called the geek. And he conversed with Cas.

        Between the talk they had had the other night and the one they had had that night, Dean didn’t feel uncomfortable about Cas knowing him so well. In fact, Dean observed Cas many times that night, wondering what Cas wasn’t sharing with anyone.

        The next morning, Dean awoke draped over the couch, about to fall off. He blinked his eyes blearily and sat up, yawning. He looked at the ground and saw Cas waking up as well, his hair everywhere. “Mornin’, Cas.”

        “Good morning, Dean.”

        “Finally you guys are up,” the distinct voice of the exuberant redhead sounding from the kitchen. “Now I don’t have to listen to your snoring anymore, Dean.”

        “I don’t snore!” Dean exclaimed indignantly.

        “I am afraid to inform you that you do.”

        “Shut up Cas.” Dean frowned, fighting to keep off the small smile forming on his face. “Where’s the big moose?” he added, scratching his jaw.

        “Right here,” came a groan from the chair. Under a mess of blankets and a pillow or two, Sam untangled his arms and pulled the material back from his face. His head was on the ground, yet his feet were on the chair.

        “How the hell did you manage to do that, Sammy?”

        “Dunno,” the younger Winchester said sleepily.

        “Who’s ready for breakfast?” Charlie called. “You guys don’t have much stuff around here – but luckily there was enough ingredients for pancakes.”

        “Sounds good,” said Dean. “I’m going to go get changed first.”

        “Same here,” Cas said. He unraveled himself from the sleeping bag he was in and stood up, walking out of the room. Dean took a moment to notice that Cas had a nice ass and –

        Woah. What the fuck?

        He must not be fully awake yet.

        Mentally shaking himself, Dean got up and went to get changed, pulling on jeans and a flannel shirt before returning to see how good the food was that Charlie had prepared.

        Taking a seat in one of the chairs, Dean propped his feet up on the table. Charlie brought over a plate stacked with pancakes, to which Dean furiously devoured. “Aw, thanks, Charlie. Did I tell you that you’re the best sister-I-never-had?” Dean said, mouth full of delicious breakfast.

        “Dean, I have told you before to not talk with your mouth full,” Cas said, taking a seat in the chair across from Dean. He looked like his normal self, equipped with the trench coat and everything (though his hair still had refused to cooperate, Dean noted).

        Dean gulped down the obnoxious amount of pancake he had been chewing. “Manners don’t apply to me. I am awesome.”

        Cas gave his signature head tilt.

        “What? I’ve got good looks, an awesome car, my personality is just friggin fantastic…” Dean counted off on his fingers while leaning back in his chair.