Dean has a bad day at work, Cas makes it better.
a bit of smut, more of fluff.
word count: 1,529
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The clock struck 7, when Dean pushed
his key and opened his front door. He was greeted by silence, and he furrowed
his eyebrows. He was usually greeted by the sound of Cas singing off key to the
He adjusted the strap of his bag and
quickly closed the door; he made his way to the bedroom, slightly worried. He
found Castiel lying on the bed, eyes closed, holding a book in his hand. The room
was littered with papers, ones that he knew were story ideas that Cas didn’t
like. Dean knew that his boyfriend had spent the day writing his new novel.
He smiled, gently, as he put his bag
away. He walked to the bed, and sat down. Cas’ eyes flew open at the sudden
shift in the bed, and he smiled lazily at Dean. Dean’s heart fluttered as
crystal blue eyes stared at him, and he bent down, catching Cas’ lips with his
Cas’ hand cradled the back of Dean’s
head, and they kissed. It was gentle, a hello and an I love you mixed together
in a press of lips. They broke apart for air, and Dean nipped along Cas’ bottom
lip, eliciting a moan. Cas cupped his face and pushed him away.
“Dean.” The low rumble of Cas’ voice
left goose bumps across Dean’s skin. That voice would never fail to send
shivers down Dean’s spine. “What are doing home? I thought you had a meeting.”