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THOSE FIRST STIRRINGS
Dean knew certain things, he knew he would die for Sam, he knew ‘baby’ was precious and he knew ........ Well no actually he didn’t know how felt about Castiel. He knew the guy was an frickin angel, he knew he was, in his opinion a rare, good angel. He knew Castiel had a big heart, was more certain of it than almost anything. What he didn’t know was why when Castiel frowned he couldn’t stop from smiling, why when Castiel reverently placed his raincoat in the washer he felt a twist in his heart. He just couldn’t put a finger on what was going on.
He looked out the window thinking hard and noticed suddenly that Sam had appeared back from the shop. Sam walked in the door shaking off light summer raindrops.
“Did you get the pie?” Dean demanded.
“Yes,” Sam sighed.
“Did you get Cas’s ice cream and copy of Bee Keeping Weekly?”
“Yes,” Sam sighed again. “I also got some stuff for myself if that’s ok,”
“Course it’s ok,” Dean said puzzled.
“Did you get Busty Asian Beauties?” Castiel asked coming through the door.
Dean looked round at Castiel’s voice. Castiel was wearing faded jeans and Deans ‘The Eagles’ t shirt. His hair was bedhead mussy his blue, blue, eyes were large and sleepy. His mouth was framed by plump pink lips and smiling at Dean. Dean sucked in a breath.
“Help yourself to my clothes Cas,” he said.
“I didn’t think you would mind,” Castiel said. He picked up the bottom of the t shirt and held it to his nose. “I don’t think it’s been washed since you wore it though, it smells of you.” Dean sucked in another breath.
He concentrated on the steaks he was cooking, poking at them with a spatula, the steaks sizzling happily at all the attention they were getting. He knew Castiel was behind him before he felt the breath on his neck, the tingles down his spine and the fluttering in his stomach telling him in advanced. Damn! Get a grip!
Castiel smelt the food complimenting the smell; Dean’s five senses only registered Castiel. Double damn!
The three of them sat and ate the food, laughing and chatting. This was Dean’s favourite time of the day, the gentle teasing of each other, Sam happy and Castiel’s blue eyes smiling at him warmly over the table. He reached over to grab the salt at the same time as Castiel, the backs of their hands touching and electricity tingling up his arm. Castiel laughed and grabbed Dean’s hand, telling him to go first, his face glowing. It was at that moment that Dean knew that he loved him, that he would do anything to keep him happy and that he was absolutely fucked.