Lazy With Your Love
Dean groaned when his alarm went off, reaching out and slamming the snooze button. He turned, stretching his arm out for Cas, but finding empty sheets.
He became aware of the smell of coffee and heard the shower running in the next room.
With another groan he got up, trudging to the bathroom. He pushed back the curtain and stepped inside.
Cas didn’t look back, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. Dean wrapped his arms around him, pressing their bodies together.
"Stop," Cas mumbled, when he started kissing his neck. "I’ve got a lot to do today."
"Me, too," Dean said, nipping his ear, tugging a little. "Let’s call in sick."
"Dean—"
"I haven’t seen you in weeks Cas. Come on.” dean turned off the water and wrapped a towel around Cas’s shoulders. “The bed’s still warm.”
Cas finally relented and allowed Dean to drag him back to bed.
Cars honked outside, they could hear their neighbors fighting next door, the phone rang, but they were too wrapped up in one another to notice.
Dean had been right. Even though they lived together, they hadn’t spent much time together in the last few weeks. It was tax season, which meant Cas was spending extra hours in the office instead of coming home early. By the time he arrived, Dean was either in bed or had fallen asleep on the couch. Cas had missed this. Missed his husband and the closeness that ex brought them. They would never go this long without it again.
“I need to call Zachariah,” Castiel said, later. Dean looked at him and his breath caught in his throat.
The midmorning sun was coming through the curtains on their windows, shining little patterns on Cas’s skin and making it seem like he was glowing. Dean didn’t know if he would ever get over seeing how beautiful Cas was.
“Okay. I need to call Bobby, too. Coffee?” Cas nodded and rolled over to grab his cell phone.
Unable to resist, Dean leaned over and gently bit the spot where his shoulder met his neck and Cas laughed, swatting him away.
“Go.” Dean held up his hands in mock surrender and walked to the kitchen
Having spent half of his life listening to Dean lie, Bobby knew that Dean was faking, but he allowed him the day. Dean could hear Cas murmuring apologies to his boss every five second and it really pissed him off.
Cas never called in. Not even when he really was sick. If he was too unwell to go to the office, he did his work at home and had Dean deliver it at the end of the day. surely he’d earned one day to himself.
Dean came in with the coffees, leaving them on the dresser so he crawl on top of Cas. The smaller man looked up him with a smile, running his fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at Dean’s scalp, then then tugging gently. Dean sighed his contentment.
“I love you,” Castiel said.
“I love you, too,” Dean murmured back. He looked into Cas’s eyes and remembered why he’d married him. Cas’s always looked at Dean like he was only thing in the world, like he was the only thing Castiel could ever need or want in the whole of existence.
They made love slowly that time, then again, and again. Dean didn’t remember leaving the bed at all before seven that night for dinner, except maybe once for a romp in the shower. He wasn’t sure, but Cas liked that.
They went out to eat for the first time in months, to the diner where they met. It had been the middle of Junior year and Cas’s family had just moved to town. Dean had already been considering his sexuality and why he got hotter watching Benny change in the locker room than watching Lisa undress for him. The moment Castiel Shurley walked into his life was the moment he knew.
“Do you remember when we met?” Dean asked, as the took a table.
“You mean when you spilled a milkshake all over me, then spent thirty minutes licking it off of me in that bathroom?” Cas smirked a little. “Yes, I do.”
Dean smiled and took his husbands hands in his.
“Do you remember when you proposed to me?” Cas asked, when Dean twisted his wedding ring around.
“I had them put the ring in your milkshake and you almost choked to death on it because you guzzled the thing down.”
“In all fairness, it was a dumb idea.”
“What would you have done? Have the write ‘will you marry me’ in katsup on my burger?”
“I was thinking spell it out with french fries, but that sounds nice, too.”
“You’re such a dork,” Dean mumbled, throwing his straw wrapper Cas, then laughing when it got stuck in his hair.
“You married me,” Castiel said back, picking it out and laying it on the table. Dean kissed his hand and smiled at him.
“Yes, I did.”