"Cas?" Dean gently shook Cas; he'd moved him from the floor in the living room to his bed. It was proof to how deep a sleeper Cas was when Cas hadn't even woken up at all with the movement.
Cas shifted a little and pulled a pillow over his head, "Go 'way."
Dean took the pillow from over Cas' head and shook him again, "Come on man, what's my name?"
"Satan?" Was the grumbled reply.
"Come on Cas, I'm serious."
"So am I. Let me sleep."
"Castiel Aiden Novak!"
Cas huffed out a sigh, rolled over until his back was to Dean, "Don't you give me that middle name bullshit." Dean let out a long sigh, rubbed a hand over his eyes and glared at the back of Cas' head.
"I'll withhold sex."
"You wouldn't. You want it more than me." Cas pulled the blanket up to his chin this time.
"Cas..." Dean tugged the blanket down and Cas let out a growl and rolled over again until he was sprawled over Dean's chest. He tugged the blanket up over them again and settled down. Dean sighed and poked his side, "C'mon Cas."
"Fine. Dean Satan Winchester. Now. Go. Away."
"Kind of hard with you lying on top of me."
"Then just shut up. I'm not picky." Cas mumbled, nuzzling into Dean's neck.
"What's your name?"
"Gee. Forgot it already? And we haven't even had sex...I'm hurt."
Dean sighed and closed his eyes; Cas could be such a prissy little bitch when he wanted to be, "God, why must you punish me so? Fine. When's your birthday?"
"August 21st. So I expect a big present." Cas lifted his head enough to be able to bite at Dean's neck and wiggled his hips a little.
Dean chuckled, patted Cas' hip, "Oh Cas, I've had no complaints so far."
Cas dropped his head back down and sighed; "Who's the smartass, now?"
"You're rubbing off on me."
Cas chuckled, wiggled his hips again, "Honey, you would have known if I had rubbed anything on you."
"You're a cocky little thing." Dean muttered, trying to remind himself that now was not the time for sex, no matter how tempting Cas was making it by wiggling his hips and shifting into the right kind of position.
"I can assure you my cock is anything but little." Cas mumbled, Dean could feel him smiling against his neck as a thigh was nudged in between Dean's.
Dean sighed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He managed to count to ten before saying, "Whatever you say Cas, what city are you in?"
Cas let loose with a big yawn, rubbed his nose against Dean's neck and muttered, "Since you're Satan...this must be hell."
"I give up." Dean muttered, closing his eyes.
"Good, can I go back to sleep now?"
"Please do." Cas hummed happily and his breathing evened out instantly, leaving Dean no choice but to be his pillow for however long Dean could handle it.
When Dean woke up it was dark outside and his stomach was letting him know he'd skipped out on breakfast and lunch and was demanding dinner. Cas had rolled off him sometime during the day and was snoring quietly into his pillow, arms wrapped around it while his legs splayed everywhere. Dean chuckled, shook his head, and adjusted the blankets until they covered up Cas' feet before he rolled out of bed and headed into the kitchen to see what was edible.
Dean was about halfway done with making some rice and chili from a can when Cas came shuffling into the kitchen, sniffing and rubbing at his eyes.
"Eloquent as always Cas."
Cas grunted and plopped down into a chair, "Bite me."
"Well, if you ask nicely," Faith came trotting into the kitchen and settled her head on Cas' thigh; his hand automatically went to her head while Cas aimed a glare in Dean's general direction.
Dean turned back to the food on the stove and paused when Cas sighed, "Dean...I," Cas cleared his throat and shifted around in his chair, "I want to apologize for-"
Dean sighed and moved to stand in front of Cas, "Stop it Cas."
"No. You were right, okay? You may be blind, but you can take care of yourself. I guess we do tend to baby you."
Cas raised an eyebrow at him, "You guess?"
"Fine. We do tend to baby you, but it's," Dean hesitated and tried not to fidget in place too much, Cas had managed to pinpoint his location and those blue eyes were staring up at him, "It's only because we love you."
"Oh screw it! I love you Cas, okay? I really do. So excuse me if I want to make sure I don't lose the person I can't live without!"
"I just want to make sure you don't get hurt and-"
"Dean!" Dean shut up, crossed his arms, glared down at Cas and snapped, "What?"
"I love you too."
Dean blinked, frowned, "What?" He knew this wasn't the first time those words had been muttered to each other, but he didn't think throwing them in while arguing or saying to other people really counted.
"You know, I thought I was the one who banged his head. 'Cause despite everything I'm pretty sure I already told you I did." Dean sat down in the chair next to Cas and turned to face him, Cas shifted until he was facing Dean as well, their knees pressed together.
"You did. I just wasn't sure you meant it." Cas reached up, hand searching until his fingers brushed along Dean's cheek. He fitted his palm to the curve of Dean's jaw and whispered, "I meant it. And I always will. I love you, Dean Winchester."
Dean couldn't help the dopey grin that spread over his face as he leaned forward and kissed Cas. He felt Cas smile against his lips, kissed him again and was all for crawling into Cas' lap and under his skin and staying there forever.
Cas pulled away a little, thumb brushing the corner of Dean's mouth, "Dean?"
Dean stopped trying push forward to kiss Cas again, "Hmm?"
"Oh crap!" Dean shot up out of the chair, ignored Cas' laughter as he examined the burnt disaster that was supposed to be their dinner. Dean sighed and turned towards Cas and asked, "Well, Cas...Chinese or Italian?"
Cas laughed again and handed Dean the phone, "Chinese sounds good."
Dean ordered the food and they moved into the living room to wait, Dean was all for more kissing but Cas seemed content to sit on the couch, leaning into Dean's side while his hands played and tugged with Faith's soft ears.
"How long have you had her?"
Cas hummed in thought, fingers stroking the dog's head, "Seven years now I think. I had a Golden Retriever before, but she got old and needed to retire. I still visit with her sometimes." Dean smiled and opened his mouth to ask more but Cas interrupted with, "Food's here."
Dean frowned and looked towards the door, "I didn't hear-" The doorbell rang.
"You know, one day I'm going to figure out how you do that." Dean muttered, ignoring Cas' grin as he stood and answered the door. They ate quietly, the TV on in the background on some show that Dean wasn't paying attention to, he was too busy being frustrated by Cas' teasing at not being able to use chopsticks.
"I'm blind and even I can use them."
"Oh shut up and eat your noodles." Dean remained on the couch, watching as Cas cleaned up their food and put the leftovers away, when Cas returned to the couch Dean asked, "Hey Cas, do you remember our bet?"
"The one where you said I wouldn't last an hour blindfolded."
Cas nodded as he plopped back down onto the couch, "Yeah. What about it?"
"Just thinking I could use that money to finance my expensive boyfriend."
He chuckled as Cas flipped him off, "And what? You want to do it now?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Are you sure?"
"Cas..." Cas sighed, rolled his eyes, "Fine. Go get something for me to blindfold you with." Dean hopped off the couch and headed into Cas' room and into his closet; he'd seen some ties hanging the day before, one of those would be fine.
Dean picked out a darker colored tie, headed back out to Cas, and handed it over. Cas stood and let Dean guide his hands up until the tie was pressed to Dean's eyes. Cas leaned forward and tied it around Dean's head, his lips brushing against Dean's cheek.
Dean blinked into the darkness, his world suddenly off kilter, "So this is how it is for you..."
Cas hummed, pressed a kiss to Dean's temple and whispered, "Every single day, only I can't take mine off." Cas pulled away a little and Dean leaned forward until his nose bumped against Cas', it was probably the most ungraceful kiss Dean had ever given, but he couldn't see where the hell he was going for crying out loud.
Cas chuckled quietly when Dean stepped back, unsure of what to do now, "How about you teach me how to do this?"
"Okay, but no cheating!"
Dean scoffed, "I would never!" Cas snorted and called for Faith to heel. Dean heard her nails clicking over the hardwood floors, heard her sniff at Cas and that was it. Dean had no idea where she was or where Cas was in relation to him. Hell he couldn't even remember where the couch and coffee table were in comparison to him. This was turning out to be harder than he'd imagined.
Dean heard something click open and recognized it as Cas' cane. Cas' hand found Dean's and the handle was placed into his palm, "Now, you extend it in front of you," Cas maneuvered Dean's hand until it was in front of him and at about waist level, "And then sweep the cane back and forth in an arc wide enough to go slightly to your left and slightly to your right."
Dean nodded and moved the cane to his right; he stopped when Cas' hand returned to his, "No. Don't drag it. Instead tap the ground every few inches, or else it can get stuck in cracks or holes."
Dean nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up a little, "Okay. I think I've got it."
"It's a cane, not rocket science." Dean muttered, Cas hummed and Dean could just see the amused smile Cas would be shooting at him.
"If you're sure, by all means...go right ahead." Cas released his hand and Dean heard him take a few steps back. Dean sighed, took a deep breath and moved the cane around in front of him like Cas had instructed, he took a step forward and immediately plowed into the coffee table.
Cas chuckled from behind him, "And that's ten dollars for me."
"The bet isn't over yet."
"As if you'll last a whole hour." Cas couldn't have sounded more smug if he'd tried.
"Well Honey," the tone to Cas' voice put Dean on high alert, it was the same kind of tone he used when he was about to tease Dean mercilessly, "You did drink a lot at dinner. What will you do when you have to go to the bathroom?"
"I hate you right now." Dean muttered, scowling down at his hands.
"No. You love me." Cas' voice came from directly behind him, causing Dean to jump a little and spin around, once again turning his world around; he had no freaking idea where he was in the apartment.
"I do too," Dean took the blindfold off and tossed it onto the touch, "And that's why I'm letting you win."
"Yeah. You keep telling yourself that chicken shit." Cas grinned up at him and took the cane from Dean's hands, folding it up quicker and much more smoothly than Dean would ever be able to do.
Dean scoffed, "I'll tell you who the chicken shit is!" And tackled Cas to the ground. Cas let out a surprised shout as he landed on the floor with a thud, grunted when Dean landed on top of him and shrieked when Dean's fingers found Cas' ticklish spots.
Dean paused a moment later, letting Cas catch his breath, "Do you give up?"
Dean grinned and went right back to tickling him. Cas squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away as he pushed at Dean's hands.
Cas only lasted a few minutes before he shouted, "Alright! Alright, uncle! Uncle!"
Dean stopped and grinned down at him, letting his hands trail gently along Cas' sides, Cas twitched a little, pushed at his hands again and Dean just stopped and stared. Cas' cheeks were flushed pink from his laughter, his eyes were bright and his smile was wide enough to cause his nose to scrunch up in a way that Dean loved. Dean almost blurted out how amazing Cas looked right then, but he stopped himself in time from sounding like a gigantic girl. Cas blinked a few times, frowned and asked, "What? Why are you staring?"
Instead of answering, Dean kissed him. It was a damn sight better than the one he'd given Cas while blindfolded. When he pulled back Cas' eyes were a little glazed, but the frown had smoothed out and had been replaced with a dopey little smile.
Dean smiled, kissed him again and whispered, "I love you Cas."
Cas grinned and pulled Dean back down, pressing kisses to his cheeks, forehead and finally lips. Dean shifted until he was in a more comfortable position over Cas, and enjoyed the little whimpers and hitches in Cas' breath when he kissed and nipped in just the right places.
Cas shifted a little and spread his thighs enough for Dean to fall between them, fitting there like it was where he was meant to be all along.
"I'm not going to do this on your living room floor Cas."
Cas groaned and hooked a leg around Dean's hips, "Oh I don't care."
"I care Cas, not on the floor." Cas sighed and leaned back, eyes falling shut. Dean watched as Cas seemed to struggle with something internally, almost worried that he'd ruined the moment before Cas pushed him off and whispered, "Okay. Bed then."
Dean nodded and stood; he helped Cas up and watched as Cas headed down the hallway and into the bedroom. Dean hesitated before turning off some of the lights and checking to make sure the door was locked before following Cas.
Dean eased the bedroom door shut as Cas stood awkwardly by the bed, looking unsure as to what he was doing.
"Cas we don't have to do this if you don't want to." Dean muttered, moving to stand beside him. Cas shook his head and turned towards Dean, resting a hand on his shoulder, "No, I want to Dean. It's just...it's been awhile is all."
"How long is awhile?" Cas smiled thinly, moved his hands down to Dean's hips and slid his fingers up under Dean's shirt, "Not long enough for me to forget how to do it, if that's what you're wondering." Dean chuckled and lifted his arms up as Cas slid his shirt up and off.
Dean stood quietly as Cas' fingers trailed along his chest, down along his sides and across his stomach, the gentle touch making Dean twitch and squirm. Cas smiled lightly, leaned forward until his lips were pressed against Dean's shoulder. He dragged his lips over to Dean's collarbone, bit gently and whispered, "In my head, you're the most beautiful person I know."
"Don't say shit like that Cas."
"Why? Because it's sappy? It's true though Dean." Cas moved and pressed his lips to Dean's neck.
"'Cause I'm not a girl, girls are beautiful, guys are...are-" Dean lost his train of thought as Cas bit down gently, sucking a mark onto Dean's neck.
"Handsome then. You're very handsome Dean." Cas muttered when he pulled away, Dean snorted and took his own turn pulling Cas' shirt off.
"Not as much as you are Cas," Cas snorted and Dean could see his eyes roll in the darkened room, "Don't believe me?"
"Dean, the last time I saw myself I was seventeen. I was lanky and awkward, I have no idea what I look like now."
"Well, I promise you don't look lanky and awkward now." Cas snorted again and Dean ran his thumb over Cas' lips, "You're hot Cas, believe me." Cas sighed as Dean cupped Cas' cheek, thumb brushing his cheekbone. Cas hummed and leaned into Dean's hand, "Alright, I believe you."
Dean pushed at Cas' chest lightly until he took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed. Dean kept pushing lightly and Cas inched back onto the bed until his back was resting against the pillows. Cas' eyes closed when Dean straddled his thighs, mirroring the position Cas had been in when he'd been 'seeing' Dean.
"You've got the bluest eyes I've ever seen Cas," Dean whispered, lightly trailing his fingers over Cas' eyelids, Cas hummed quietly and relaxed back into the pillows. Dean leaned forward and kissed his cheeks, "And you think I've got a pretty mouth? Too bad you can't see yours."
"Jimmy says we've got pillow lips." Cas muttered, smiling. Dean snorted and gently bit down on Cas' full bottom lip, "His words, not mine then."
"Can we stop talking about Jimmy now?"
"You brought him up dude."
"Shut up and keep going." Dean chuckled and moved his mouth down to Cas' neck, "And your neck, I just wanna bite it."
Cas squirmed when Dean lightly dragged his teeth along the sensitive skin there; he bit down on the curve where shoulder met neck and Cas' hips bucked up against Dean's.
"Remembering that for later." Cas huffed and slid his hands up along Dean's back, "Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to get on with it soon?"
"And if someone doesn't hurry up, he's about to get nothing."
That was all the motivation Dean needed to flip Cas over, tugging his pajama pants down and out of the way, Cas kicked them off with a happy hum and waited patiently on his stomach while Dean quickly removed the rest of his own clothes.
"Nakedness, finally." Cas muttered when he heard the zipper on Dean's pants lowering. Dean snorted and kicked everything off and instantly laid himself along Cas' back. Cas tensed a little and Dean kissed the back of his neck, "I'll take care of you Cas, don't worry."
Cas tensed further at Dean's words and his back arched up a little like he was getting ready to throw Dean off him.
"Cas?" Cas hesitated then pushed back against Dean, "Can I...not like this Dean, please." Dean frowned but lifted himself enough for Cas to turn over onto his back. Dean opened his mouth to ask what that had been about, but Cas wrapped his legs around Dean's waist and pulled him down until they were pressed together.
All coherent thought left Dean at that point.