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Castiel walked through the hallways of the bunker excitedly, heading towards the room that he and Dean shared. He'd woken Sam up a few minutes ago with the promise of bacon to be waiting on the table downstairs- so what if he'd burned it- and he'd woken up with a muffled 'thank you'. Cas knew Dean wouldn't wake up so easily.
He reached the door to the bedroom and knocked twice. "Dean? Are you awake?" Cas asked quietly, and a few seconds later his reply was a muffled grunt. Cas smiled and then opened the door. Dean was laying underneath the blankets, face-down into his pillow. Cas' side of the bed was still unmade from when he'd got up that morning.
"C'mon, Dean!" Castiel said loudly. "I made you and Sam breakfast. He's already awake."
Dean groaned and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "There is a one hundred percent chance you burned whatever you made," but Castiel elected to ignore that statement as he walked over to the bed and crawled onto it from his side. He crawled over to the side of Dean and shook him softly by the shoulders.
"Wake up, Dean! It's Sunday! It's the LORD'S day!" Castiel said, and Dean laughed into his pillow. Dean rolled over, and Castiel soaked Dean in; his messy hair and his tired eyes and his freckles and his grin. Castiel smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Dean muttered. "You made breakfast? What'd you make?"
Castiel smiled. "I made happy eggs."
Dean pushed himself into an upright position, and Castiel put his left leg over Dean's leg, so he was sitting in Dean's lap. "Why are they happy?" Dean asked.
"Because they're for you," Castiel said, leaning in for a kiss.