Cas.” Dean stifled a yawn as he entered the kitchen, nodding at his friend
who was enjoying his coffee while flipping through the pages of some book.
morning, Dean,” Castiel replied pleasantly, blue eyes briefly blinking up
to acknowledge Dean.
affectionately ruffled the angel’s hair before making a beeline for the fridge,
his growling stomach voting ’food’
rather than ’coffee’, at least for
now. He scrunched his nose when all he found were some take out leftovers that
were about as old and hairy as that witch that they hunted a couple of weeks
ago. Coffee it was then. And a grocery run later today, Dean made a mental note.
down across from Cas at the kitchen table, Dean’s eyes fell on the book that
Cas seemed to be engrossed in.
are you reading?” he asked as he took a sip of coffee, curious as to what
could possibly be this interesting at
eight in the morning.
up at him again through his lashes, and Dean could swear that he saw the hint
of a blush spreading across his cheeks.
gave it to me, I have more of them,” he answered evasively.
an eyebrow at him, gently reaching out to tilt the book so that he could see
the cover, immediately groaning when he realized what it was.
Cas? Supernatural? You’re not
honestly reading that bullshit, are you?”
was looking a tad bashful, but that didn’t stop him from nonchalantly turning
just… It’s nice to get a look inside your head, like this.” Cas
that made no sense to Dean.
real? Cas, we share a room, your tongue has been in my mouth! If there’s
anything you want to know you can just ask
me instead of turning to that garbage,” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes,
half amused, half annoyed. “Hell, you could literally read my mind if you
promised not to,” Castiel reminded him, at last putting down the book and
giving Dean his full attention. “And most of these were from before we
met… I was simply curious what you were up to, how you were feeling back then.
For one thing, I found out that you easily believed in the existence of every supernatural
creature possible, every single one except
mildly affronted by that, but Dean snorted, shaking his head in disbelief.
Silly angel, to be bothered by this after all these years. He reached over the
table to lace his fingers through Cas’.
what it’s worth, I believe now,” Dean muttered, smiling at Cas.
Ever so slowly,
Cas’ smile started mirroring Dean’s, and he eventually nodded in agreement.
Will you stop reading those now?” Dean checked after a short silence,
squeezing Cas’ hand.
the book again with his free hand, Cas grinned almost mischievously.