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The right side of the bed dipping is what rouses Cas from his peaceful slumber.
He hadn’t been dreaming, which was nice. Over the past couple months, nightmares of eternal darkness had invaded his sleep; visions of the Empty returning and once again dragging him into its depths, this time buried deeper and darker, completely untouchable. And then Cas would wake to sad concerned eyes and they’d both end up crying in each other’s arms.
Cas listens as Dean carefully crawls further onto their shared bed, eyes closed. Sleep still clouds the angel’s mind, content with just waiting out whatever it is Dean is planning. A few seconds later, the man settles at Cas’ back, sitting upright, and just watches. Cas can feel the warmth of the stare, even without his heightened senses.
That had been another thing that had happened recently. It was part of the deal. In order to keep the Empty compliant and out of their lives forever, most of Cas’ Grace was to be relinquished. An ultimatum. Give up his status as a Seraph and live amongst humans basically powerless or return to eternal superhell.
There was never a choice.
(Dean kept the ring.)
A gentle finger brushes the bare skin of Cas’ shoulder and his sleep-sticky eyes crack open. Pale golden rays of sunlight seep into the bedroom through the thin ivory curtains, warming the floorboards with their glow. The rest of the room is cast in a honey-colored hue, soaking up the late summer morning.
Cas suppresses the shiver that automatically rises as Dean’s finger drags slowly across his skin. Mindless patterns are drawn across the angel’s shoulder before the touch moves farther down to Cas’ shoulder blade, little circles traced right where wings used to sprout. The inaudible sigh that slips from Cas causes Dean to pause his ministrations. In the next moment, the man’s palm is resting back on Cas’ shoulder.
“Cas,” Dean sings softly, drawing out the ‘a’. Cas can’t help the secret smile that appears when a stubbled cheek nuzzles against his ear, lips pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw. “Up an’ at ‘em, Sunshine.”
A wordless grumble of protest is the only answer Dean gets. The man sighs, lifting his hand from Cas’ shoulder to the unruly mop of dark hair atop his head. The angel hums in response, leaning back into the touch. The move results in Cas lying halfway on Dean’s lap, blue eyes meeting green. They exchange similar love-sick smiles before Dean dips his head for a chaste kiss to Cas’ lips.
“Do you know what day it is?” the man asks against Cas’ mouth. The angel doesn’t respond, instead pressing up in search of another kiss. It’s given easily, the two men getting lost in their exchange of lazy early morning kisses. Until Dean sits up out of reach that is. Cas chases after him, rising up to his elbows before Dean puts a hand to his chest. A raised brow answers the angel’s pout.
Cas sighs, dropping his back to the sage green sheets (no, Dean. It’s not a gay stereotype, it’s just pretty). “No. I don’t know what day it is. Saturday? Pie Day?”
Dean snorts. “No, you dork.” Then softer: “It’s your birthday.”
“How could you possibly know when my birthday is?” Cas questions, incredulous. He ignores the other man’s exasperated look. “I’m millions of years old, Dean, even I’m not completely sure when-”
“It’s the day we first met,” Dean interrupts, effectively cutting off the rest of Cas’ sentence. “Your first day down on earth.” Cas opens his mouth to once again protest but remains silent at the look Dean gives him. “That’s considered some sort of birthday, right?”
Cas purses his lips, studying Dean’s expectant face. The warm glow illuminating his freckles is breathtaking. The angel sighs, glancing away. “While yes, it was my first time back on earth after quite a long time, it’s not exactly one of my best memories, Dean.” At the man’s confused look, he keeps going. “I was there to help start the apocalypse. To aid in getting you to submit to Michael. To ruin your life. To end the world. I wasn’t a good person then, Dean.”
Said man remains silent for a few long moments, searching Cas’ face. The angel is almost startled by the sudden fondness in Dean’s gaze. “You’ve grown since then. We all have. Might I remind you that one of the first things I ever did to you was stab you in the heart?”
“An odd flirtation, I must say,” Cas teases. Dean shoves his shoulder playfully, putting zero strength into it.
“Shuddup.” Light laughter fills the room. When they both settle and are once again just simply gazing at one another in adoration, Dean continues. “Besides, it’s also the first day you met me. That’s something worth celebrating, right?”
Cas reaches a hand up, brushing a stray lock of sandy hair back behind Dean’s ear before brushing his knuckles along the shell of it. “I suppose it is.”
That seems to flip a switch. “Great!” Dean exclaims, grabbing the hand next to his head and tugging on it. “Now come on, get up! Jack is with Sammy and Eileen so we get the day all to ourselves.”
“Can’t we celebrate in bed?” Cas whines, resisting the eager human. He may have lost his wings and most of his powers, but he was still quite a bit superior in his strength. Dean wasn’t going to be able to force him to move unless Cas was convinced to.
“Absolutely not. We’ve never celebrated your birthday before. We’ve got plans, places to be. Years to make up for, things to do- woah, hey!” Dean yelps as he’s rolled over, Cas suddenly above him. The angel’s legs tangle with Dean’s, his hips pinning his husband (his husband!) down. Large hands encase Dean’s wrists, holding them above his head.
Cas dips his head down to tease his mouth along Dean’s jaw, lips brushing the lobe of the other man’s ear. “I’ve got someone I’d like to do.” The retired hunter swallows hard, pupils blown. Cas can feel the flighty heartbeat within Dean’s wrists and grins, leaving a kiss on the man’s cheek. When Cas goes for a hot kiss on the mouth, Dean turns his head, whining.
“I was gonna make you breakfast. And take you to that new aquarium you’ve been asking to see. And then take you to dinner. And then do – hah! – this,” Dean’s complaint is interrupted by a rather breathy moan as Cas rolls his hips. The angel smiles down at him wickedly.
“And we will. You’ll make me breakfast. And take me to the new aquarium. And to dinner. And then we’ll do ‘this’ again. After right now.”
Dean has no more words of protest as their lips reconnect, losing themselves in the slow, passionate movements.
Breakfast ends up being a little late.