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Dean slowly stirred his coffee, his thoughts swirling like the spoon in his cup. Cas entered the kitchen, immediately walked over to Dean, and placed a gentle kiss on top of his head before going to pour himself a cup. The kiss broke Dean out of his reverie. He cleared his throat. "Good morning."
Cas turned, holding the "Bee-lieve in Love" mug that Dean purchased for him last week. There were hearts and bees on it and Cas now refused to use any other mug. "Good morning, Dean." He tilted his head and frowned slightly. "You seem troubled."
"No, I'm not...I was just thinking about...never mind."
Cas swiftly walked over and sat across from Dean. He set his mug down and deftly moved Dean's to the side, as he gently took both of the hunter's hands in his and waited.
Dean bit his bottom lip and sighed. "You know I'm still getting used to this talking thing."
Cas wasn't sure if he was going to say more, and when a minute passed and Dean showed no signs of continuing, the angel spoke to his lover tenderly. "As am I, Dean. You and I spent so many years speaking half truths and hiding how we feel. It's hard to make the adjustment to being open about things."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Exactly. I just...this is gonna sound dumb..."
Cas frowned and gave Dean's hands a reassuring squeeze. "I would like to hear it. I want to know what you're thinking and what you're feeling."
Dean swallowed. "Ok. Um. I was wondering...what would you think about um...maybe not wearing your trench coat so much?"
Cas' brow furrowed in confusion. "I did not know that my trench coat bothered you. I am sorry. Of course, Dean. I will not wear it anymore."
"No! It's not...you don't...damn it." He took a deep breath and whispered to himself, "Use your words, Dean." He looked down and took another deep breath. If he was going to talk he shouldn't have to maintain eye contact too. "The reason I said that is...well it covers that fine ass of yours." Dean bit his lip. He wanted to look up, but he was too nervous. Dean had no idea how Cas was going to respond to that. But Cas didn't respond. He wasn't saying anything. Damn it. Dean slowly lifted his head.
Cas was staring at him with a broad, adorable grin. When Dean's eyes met his own, Cas spoke. "You enjoy gazing at my posterior?"
Dean laughed, finally relaxing. Cas had a way of putting him at ease with his odd choice of words. "Yeah, I do. I mean, if I can't be touching it then 'gazing' is definitely the next best thing."
"Will it not distract you when we are working on a case?"
"Cas, if you want me to not be distracted when working a case, then you need to be wearing a giant paper bag. And also not talk."
"Wh…"
Dean grinned. It's not often Cas was tongue tied. He decided to double down. "Everything about you distracts me and turns me on, Cas. Every single thing. It hasn't stopped me from working on a case yet."
Cas' eyes glistened. A moment or two passed, with Dean silently grinning and Cas staring back with moist eyes. Finally Cas stood up, not letting go of Dean's hands, and gently pulled him to his feet. Dean was reminded of the days, not so long ago, when the only way they communicated was through their eyes. But Cas broke the silence, his voice deep and rumbling, sending a thrill through Dean's body. "I am taking you back to bed and then we are going to discuss how unfortunate it is that your flannel shirts cover your biceps."
"My…yeah…yeah." Damn. There might be something to this talking thing after all.