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Chuck was gone. Jack’s gone most of the time, but he’d pop in once in a while for a quick hello. Sam and Eileen were really hitting it off. And Cas was back. He and Dean were kinda together. Crazy, right? You know what’s crazier? Nothing’s changed. And not in the chick flick-y way. Nothing’s changed as in nothing has happened between them. The last time they hugged was when Jack brought Cas back to the bunker. The touches they’ve shared ever since were the usual shoulder claps, fingers brushing while passing beer bottles, and shoulders brushing as they awkwardly walked past each other.
Turns out, confessing your love just doesn’t make it a relationship. Dean’s fucking frustrated. And may Sam never find out but he’s shy as fuck. Cas is probably not initiating anything thinking Dean doesn’t want it. That sappy considerate bastard. He probably won’t either. It was completely up to Dean to make the first move. It was all in Dean’s hands. But Dean was shy. Like a friggin teenager. It’s Cas! How can he not be? He wants to pull at his hair. He wants to kick something until his foot can’t take it anymore.
Besides this, it was all good. The hunts were coming easy. Everyone else was fine. Cas’s wings are fixed. He says they’re as good as new. Cas has this smile when he talks about them. It’s not a grin but the soft one that Dean secretly adores most. The one where he ducks his head a little as if he’s reveling in a private moment. Dean loves it. Dean loves him. But goddammit, he can’t do anything about it.
At least, he’s been sleeping alright. He now sees the hype behind eight hours of sleep. Always thought he needed only four but he was doing so much better with eight. Cas had noticed. Said he looks much healthier. That’s not something Dean likes the sound of but Cas seems to like it very much. He guesses it’s not so bad.
Every night he goes to bed, he wishes Cas was there with him. Maybe Cas wishes for the same from the other side of the wall too. But he doesn’t do anything about it. This night was the same. He had had a long day of polishing up Baby, and a heavy dinner. After a quick shower, he hit the pillow, not bothering to dress. He wasn’t that tired but he loved to sleep now and he loved how the sheets felt against his bare skin.
He doesn’t know when he drifted off but it was easy. And he was sleeping blissfully on his back with his hands resting on his stomach, until he felt the air getting pushed out of his lungs. It was like an anvil was just dropped onto his body. It took Dean a few seconds to realize that he heard a grunt that wasn’t his, as the weight fell onto him. He froze under it, eyes blown wide. His hands were pinned between himself and the weight, for him to reach under his pillow for his knife. And then he got a whiff of the honey scented bar soap Cas had been hoarding for a while now. Dean had made fun of him for a few days after the first time he bought it. Cas didn’t even need to shower but he did anyway just because he liked the scent. Dean liked it too. It was pleasant and not overwhelmingly rich. Kinda perfect.
He lifted his head off the pillow and squinted into the darkness. “Cas?” He rasped.
“Hello, Dean.” He rumbled back, ever affectionately.
Dean dropped his head back onto the pillow, laughing quietly, and went still again. His hands found Cas’s hips. There was skin to skin contact. Cas is naked. Cas is naked??!!!
“Cas uh- Buddy; What happened?” He cleared his throat as his voice squeaked halfway through talking. He doesn’t know if he was just groggy with sleep or it was just him being a nervous wreck.
“My wings are okay”
“Y-Yeah. You told us that.”
“I haven’t used them in many years.”
“Uhuh,”
“I was out of practice.” Dean felt Cas shrug against him.
“Okay...” That made sense alright. But Dean knows that Cas landed exactly where he wanted to.
“But where were you going?” Dean asked. “Isn’t it a little late?”
Cas huffed. “Am I not allowed to visit whichever place I’d like to?” He bit.
“Hey, no. You can do whatever you like. Go wherever you want to. I was just checking on you, ya know? Friends do that. But uh- you’re naked. I think.” Dean snapped his mouth shut. A few more words and he was sure he’d have said something dumb. But a smile slowly pulled at his lips when silence followed.
“Well, I was aiming to land in a swimming pool.”
Dean kept his voice trained. “At this time of the night?”
“Yes?” He answered as if he was just asked the most ridiculous question ever.
“Naked? With no swimming trunks?”
Silence followed. Dean’s stomach hurt, as he tried not to laugh.
“I don’t own a pair.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I remember buying you two pairs. And I’m sure you used them when we went to the beach in May.” Cas was getting a little heavy on Dean, but he didn’t mind. They’d never been so close before. There was no way Dean was letting this go. Even though this was a bone crushing experience.
“I like it better this way. It’s liberating. I believe people call it skinny dipp-” Cas was cut off as Dean captured his lips with his own, with precision despite the darkness. Cas’s shock was short lived. He began kissing Dean back in earnest and complied as Dean rolled him onto his back.
“You’re an idiot. A dorky nerdy little idiot” Dean laughed and muttered between kisses, and Castiel made a note to counter him in the morning about not making a move despite being the one with experience in this arena. But for now, he let himself and Dean have the night.
Sam, however, could not sleep that night. For different reasons though. Eileen laid at the center of the bed, relaxed and snoring softly and there at the farthest corner lay Sam. Awake. Mortified. Curled up and almost shrunken against the headboard as Dean’s bedroom walls failed to keep the noises from within the room. Yeah, he’s happy for them. But he'd definitely pick the eye sex and over this.