Chapter Text
Previously-
“Comfy?”
“Mm.”
“Okay.
You ready to read?”
I wiggle around a little bit more until I have my head sat against Cas’s chest,
And my hands balled into his shirt.
I hear Cas chuckle before a light Kiss is pressed onto the top of my head.
“Okay than.
Once There was a little sheriff.”
Dean's Pov
Another month passes-
The sun glistened high and projected it's hot smoldering rays onto the reflective surface of the living room windows,
Causing the entirety of the living room to heat up like an easy bake oven.
The constant pulsing of the air conditioner alongside the continuous flow of several small fans helped to temper the heat.
But even than the usually cool house toed the line of uncomfortable.
Thankfully,
It was supposed to rain later so the high temperature would drop to a more bearable one.
Because of the heat Cas decided it would be best to have a lazy morning,
One that consisted of lying on the couch,
And watching an ocean documentary.
Which is what we were doing now.
I shuffled my head slightly to the left,
Moving it up Cas's toned thighs,
As I watched a whale jump out of the water
Before landing gracefully back into it.
Cas's hand froze in my hair as I shuffled,
Before continuing to pet through the recently trimmed locks again.
Despite the sounds around us,
We laid in a quiet comfortable bubble,
And it was because of this,
that I was afraid to speak my mind
In fear of popping this bubble of comfort we nestled ourselves into.
But thankfully for me I didn't have to be the one to pop the bubble.
"Hey."
Cas says in a soft timid voice,
His hand ceasing its movement in my hair,
But not pulling away.
"What's wrong Dean?"
I couldn't get myself to look away from the blue whale on screen and toward the blue ocean that was Cas's eyes.
Cas's hand starts to move through my hair once again,
Threading lightly through the short strains.
Grounding me.
I feel both relief and fear in the fact that Castiel was able to pick up on my mood so quickly.
Relief in the sense that my body melts like goo against Cas's larger frame.
Fear in the sense that I still couldn't speak.
I shift sideways,
So I can get a better look at Cas’s face.
But even with Cas’s baby blues settling my uneasy mind,
I still couldn't find the courage to speak.
What if he got upset at me?
What if he thought I was taking advantage of him?
What if.
What if.
What if.
Cas sighs,
Eyes locked on mine as if he was reading every one of my negative thoughts.
I shift my gaze away,
Anxious for what he might have seen floating in my mind.
But Cas was having none of that,
“Dean.”
He says in his stern “No funny business voice.”
Before his tanned palm reaches out and grasps my chin lightly,
Pulling my gaze back toward his face.
Like the tide to the ocean.
“Dean.”
He repeats softer this time.
His thumb coming up to lightly trace over my bottom lip.
Causing me to let out a surprised huff of breath,
That Cas ignores .
“What's wrong?”
I try to swallow around the lump in my throat,
Feeling trapped both physically and mentally.
But I know Cas doesn't mean it that way.
He doesn't intend to trap me with tanned palms and blue eyes.
Cas stays silent,
Eyes watching,
While his thumb tracing patterns on my lip.
He intends to be grounding.
Like a Boulder to lean on,
Not a rock to trip on.
I close my eyes,
Letting out a puff of hot breath,
Before inhaling again.
Out with the anxiety
In with the purity.
I reopened my eyes and speak my mind before I change it.
"I miss Sammy."
Castiel's face immediately softens.
His thumb slipping slightly down my lip.
I take that as encouragement
And continue to speak.
"N Bobby,
N Joe,
N Charlie."
My words slur slightly,
From the way Cas was tugging at my bottom lip.
Noticing this Cas drops his thumb,
And instead runs his hand down the side of my face.
Cradling it lightly.
"What do you want to ask me Dean?"
I lean further into Cas's palm,
My baby smooth check nuzzling it slightly.
Damn Cas's intuition.
"I want to-"
I flutter my eyes closed,
Exhaling lightly,
As I let the weight of Cas's palm ground my mind.
"Invite everyone to a cookout.
But-"
I cut myself off,
Biting my lip,
And shifting my eyes.
"But?"
Cas cups my check in his palm,
Fingers lightly tracing the bottom of my hairline .
I let go of my lip with a snap.
Before my mouth starts running faster than my brain can catch up.
"This is your house Cas.
I didn't want to just invite people without your permission and there's so much that goes into a cookout,
I mean,
I can't really man the grill that well anymore and-"
"Well lucky for us,
I love to cook."
My mouth slams shut,
Head tilting out of Cas's open palm,
As I stare at him with wide watery eyes
And pinkend checks.
I shuffle forward slightly,
My bare knee bumping into his clothed one.
"You mean..?"
I tilt my head forward as I speak.
Cas smiles a soft eye crinkling smile,
Before bumping his knee back against my own.
"Well,
What is the point of having a big backyard,
When you have no one to share it with?"
I let out a high pitched whistle noise.
That was in no way a sequel.
Before tackling Cas against the pale couch cushions,
Causing him to grunt and grip my arms for support.
“Thank you!”
Thank you so much Cas!
You have no idea what this means to me.”
I say in between innocent kisses to Cas’s stubbly cheek.
“I gotta go call Sammy!!!!
He is gonna freak out!!!”
I go to flip off onto the floor before pausing,
And turning back towards the disgruntled man on the couch for one last kiss on the check,
Which earns me a small smile.
I than egg roll off the couch,
Onto the floor,
And stumble onto my feet
Before bolting toward the guest room for my phone.
My sweaty feet smack loudly against the hardwood,
As I pant and bound down the hall.
I hear Cas shuffle quickly on the Couch before he yells,
“No running in the house Dean!”
The sound of his voice echoes down the hall,
And causes me to giggle as I continue to run.