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“Good morning,” Castiel smiled, walking over to their bed and handing Dean a cup of coffee.
Dean took it with a grunt of appreciation.
Cas had grown to realise not to expect much in the way of conversation from his husband before he had at least one cup of coffee in his system, so he didn’t take offence to the lack of decipherable response.
He made his way across the room into their en suite to brush his teeth while Dean woke up.
Once he had spat and rinsed, Dean was sat up and making adorable grabby hands for Castiel to come closer.
Cas rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to kiss you with coffee breath. You know that.”
“Fine,” Dean sighed, begrudgingly getting out of bed to use some mouthwash. “But, just so you know,” he mumbled around the liquid, “I didn’t have to be up for two hours.”
Castiel smirked, “Babe, you didn’t have to be up for any time. It’s not like you have a regular ‘nine-to-five’.”
Dean spat into the sink and washed the minty remnants down the drain.
“Just because I choose my hours doesn’t mean it’s not a real job,” Dean frowned, a little defensively, “I promised a new video tomorrow, and Connor’s coming round today so we can film together. I’ve got a schedule.”
“I know,” Cas smiled, softly stroking Dean’s face, “I know. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Dean smiled a little, pulling his husband towards him by his waist, so Castiel’s clothed body was pressed against his almost naked one, “We can’t all be sexy teachers, you know?”
Dean closed the gap between their mouths with a good morning kiss, and Cas hummed contentedly.
“And we can’t all be sexy YouTube stars, either.”
“That’s true,” Dean grinned, nipping lightly at Castiel’s jaw, “Have I ever told you that you look gorgeous in your work suit, Mr. Novak?”
“Only every morning, Mr. Winchester,” Cas chuckled placing another light kiss to Dean’s lips before finally pulling away, “But I’ve got to get going. Have you got everything you need for your video?”
Dean rolled his eyes, “Of course I do. What do you take me for, an amateur?”
“No,” Cas explained, “But if you’re doing a video with Connor Franta, I thought you might need… I don’t know. Something extra than what you normally have. To tease the fans.”
Dean laughed, absentmindedly scratching his chest, “The fangirls do love the idea of Franchester. Bit weird if you ask me. He’s, what, twenty? Twenty-one?”
“Twenty-three,” Cas corrected, “And age doesn’t matter to teen fangirls, baby. Especially not if it’s only a couple of years. Like Zalfie, nobody cares that she’s a bit older.”
Dean sighed, wistfully, “You know what I love?”
“Me?” Cas asked, grinning.
“Well, yes,” Dean laughed, “But I love that you take the time to get to know all of my friends. They all love you, by the way.”
“YouTube is an important part of your life,” Cas shrugged, and his watch beeped, signalling that it was time to leave, “And high school is of mine. My last class finishes at two so I’ll be home early. I’ll bring you guys a Starbucks.”
“You’re amazing,” Dean grinned, kissing his husband once more before dropping his boxers and approaching the shower.
Castiel took the opportunity to land a playful slap on that gorgeous ass before he made a move to leave.
“I’ll see you later,” he called over his shoulder, “Don’t do anything stupid!”
Dean laughed as he turned on the shower, responding, “I love you too, asshat!”
Castiel’s school day was reasonably uneventful. But, then again, he only had senior classes that day, so the kids that were there were worrying about their finals and keeping their GPA up so that they could graduate.
Dean had texted him Connor’s Starbucks order, so he stopped off to grab takeaway’s before returning home.
He made sure he kept quiet as he walked into their house, knowing how annoying it would be for Dean if he was in the middle of a take and his clumsy husband made a racket on his way in from work.
Especially because his subscribers had no idea that this clumsy husband even existed.
Castiel closed the door gently behind him, and quietly made his way to Dean’s filming room – the room that all of the subscribers thought was his living room.
“We’re not recording,” Dean called, obviously hearing Cas despite his best efforts, “You can come in!”
Castiel opened the door with his elbow and handed the drinks over, smiling a little shyly.
“Good to see you again,” he told Connor.
“It sure is,” Connor grinned, “Dean’s a lucky guy, you know. Not only is his husband gorgeous, but he brings him coffee when he gets home.”
Castiel’s cheeks flushed under the compliment and Dean elbowed Connor playfully, “I told you not to tease him. He gets a bit shy.”
“Sorry,” Connor smiled, kindly, “Are you gonna stay in here while we film the last part?”
Castiel looked at Dean and shrugged, “I guess, if it’s alright with you guys?”
Dean nodded, and explained how to work the camera for the billionth time so that Castiel could help.
“What do you take me for, an amateur?” Cas joked, and Dean grinned, leaning over his equipment to kiss his husband.
Connor made a gagging sound and the pair broke apart, getting back to business.
“You two are sickeningly adorable,” Connor commented later that afternoon.
Once filming was finished, they’d moved through to the actual living room. Castiel was sat between Dean’s legs, leaning against his strong chest, and Connor was in the armchair.
Dean rolled his eyes, “We’re just like any married couple.”
Connor shrugged, “Maybe. Or maybe you’re the most obviously in love married couple the world has ever seen.” He paused, frowning a little, “But the world hasn’t ever seen you. Why is that? I’m sure your fans would love Cas.”
Cas tensed up slightly, so Dean began moving his hand lightly up and down his stomach to try and sooth him.
“Well,” Dean began, “I think, for now, we’re going to keep it on the down low. I agree, they’d love Cas, everyone does, but… If we go public with our relationship, people will be interested in all aspects of our marriage. And we’re quite private people. Cas doesn’t even wear his ring to school, and I don’t wear mine in my videos.”
“Sorry, it’s none of my business,” Connor apologised, noticing Castiel’s discomfort, “I guess that makes sense though.”
Castiel gave him a small smile, “Don’t worry about it. A lot of our friends ask about it, it’s okay.”
Dean nodded through a yawn, “It’s fine. So, yeah. Maybe one day I’ll get to show off my amazing husband, but not today.”