I heard mishanarry was feeling down. This one’s for you darling. <3
Dean comes through the entryway of Cas and his shared apartment with a gust of chilly wind, closing the door quickly and stomping the snow off his boots at the front door. It’s toasty warm inside and his cheeks are already turning pink and tingling from the sudden, drastic change in temperature. He slides off his damp jacket, hanging it on the hook above the door next to Cas’s trench coat. The fireplace is on in the living room, burning wood crackling, sending shadows of flickering flames dancing across the far wall. Dean sighs in relief setting his knapsack down near the couch and toeing off his boots.
He’s finally home.
Today had been a challenging day. At his bakery there had been a strange influx in customers this morning, most likely due to the closeness of Christmas, but it was a surprise nonetheless and caused Dean and Charlie to work overtime in order to get all of their orders done for the day. Dean had also dropped a bag of flour on his shirt half-way throughout the day, which flew up into his hair, making him age about thirty years. Charlie laughed at him for about twenty minutes, taking a thousand pictures of him. Dean is pretty sure she’s never going to let him live the incident down.
But none of that matters anymore, he is home. Now all he has to do is find Cas.
Dean wanders into the kitchen and through the living room, searching for his husband, but Cas is nowhere to be found, which is strange considering Cas’s car is parked in the driveway. Dean checks the bathroom. Nope, unoccupied. Huh, that’s strange.
Dean heads into their bedroom, the only place left Cas could possibly be. The oak door slides open with a slight creak. Dean walks in and freezes at the sight in front of him.
Cas is sprawled out across their king-sized bed, limbs limp and stretched out in every direction. A lopsided pillow is propped underneath his head and his mouth is half-open, head turned to the side towards the doorway. The lamp casts a light golden glow across his peaceful face and the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
It’s the most beautiful thing Dean’s ever seen.
Dean moves from his spot, going over to the dresser and silently changing into a pair of flannel pajamas pants. Once he’s done he walks over to the bed, stopping a few inches from Cas’s sleeping form. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss against Cas’s forehead. Cas stirs slightly, murmuring nonsense and Dean lets out a soft chuckle. He walks over to the opposite side of the bed, climbing underneath the thick covering of quilts and scooting over closer to Cas.
Dean runs his fingers across the side of Cas’s cheek, “Hey babe,” He whispers, “Do you wanna come under the covers?”
Cas blinks slowly, not fully awake and nods, “You’re home.”
Cas moves slowly, crawling under the covers and immediately wrapping his arms around Dean, snuggling up against Dean’s chest.
"I love you," Cas murmurs into Dean’s t-shirt.
Dean smiles softly. Damn, it’s good to be home.
Dean kisses the top of Cas’s head, then settles back against the pillow, eyes sliding shut, a happy smile still on his face.
"I love you too."