Just A Bit Closer (Book Two)

In Which They Have Breakfast

{Cas's POV}

I woke up with my head on Dean's chest and my arm across his stomach. I felt him breathe under me. I moved my hand to the patch of skin where his shirt rode up and started to trace patterns on his hipbone.

A minute later, Dean shuffled in place, swatting my hand away with a groan. "Stop. That tickles."

I laughed at him and he pushed his hand in my face, but not before I saw the sleepy grin playing on his lips.

He rolled over so his back was facing me. Taking advantage of his new position, I slipped my hand, cold from sleep and the room temperature, under his shirt. Dean sucked in a breath as my hand touched his warm stomach.

"Cas," he laughed. "Stop. Your hands are cold."

"Duh," I whispered. I scooted closer to him and kissed where his neck meets his shoulder.

"Go back to sleep."

My hand slid up to his ribcage, sending a shiver through him. "I don't want to."

Dean twisted so he was facing me. "Me either." And he pressed his lips to mine. He pulled away after a second and I tried to kiss him again. "No. Breakfast."

I frowned. "But, I don't need breakfast. Angel."

He smiled. "But the human needs breakfast. So, the angel can wait for a kiss until I get some pancakes."

I sighed. "Fine. But that better be a promise."

"Promise."

I nudged him out of bed. "Go get your pancakes then."

I watched as he walked out of the door before joining him. Twenty minutes and two ruined pancakes later, Dean decided he wanted Cheerios instead.

When he pulled the box off the shelf, I asked, "If you don't have pancakes, can I still have a kiss?"

Dean grinned and kissed me. Sam walked in as we pulled away.

"Hey, Sam," I said.

"Hey, guys." He started to pull out fruit and vegetables from the refrigerator for one of his smoothie things. From beside me, Dean mumbled something about "rabbit food".

"So, Sam. Are you guys doing anything? Did you find another hunt?"

He started to blend the fruit and vegetables together. The obnoxious noise filled the room and I frowned. Well, that was a bit rude.

When the blending stopped he shook his head. "No. I guess we're free today. Why?"

I shrugged. "I was just wondering."

He nodded and turned to pour his swamp green drink into a cup. He picked up an apple and walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

Dean shuddered beside me. "What?" I laughed.

"All those vegetables make me want to fill my body with sugar. I'm telling you Cas, green does not belong in breakfast. Unless it's in Froot Loops." He reached across the table and grabbed a container of sugar. I laughed as he poured the grains onto his cereal.

"Dean, I don't think that's the healthi-"

He silenced me with his lips. "What was that?" he asked with a smirk.

"Nothing," I shrugged.

Dean finished off his breakfast and dumped his dishes in the sink. "So, what are you doing today?" he asked, leaning on the counter.

"I was going to go back to Heaven, but if you need me, I can stay."

He smiled and pushed off the furniture. "Well, if you can stay, I want to take you somewhere."

He walked in front of me and took my hands in his. "Wasn't that sentence a bit contradictory?" I asked. "If I stay, you can't take me anywhere. And if we go anywhere, technically, I'm not staying."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"What?"

"Nothing," he sighed. "If you can stay with me, I want to take you somewhere."

I stood up and pushed in my chair. "Alright. Where are we going?"

"If I told you, then I don't get to see your face when we get there," he beamed.

I smiled back and we walked to the main section of the bunker. Sam was sitting at one of the tables, reading one book in a pile he had layed out.

"Whatcha doing, Sam? A little light reading?" Dean asked.

Sam barely looked up. "Ha ha."

"We're going somewhere," I told the younger Winchester.

He did look up then. "Oh? Where?"

I looked up at Dean and squeezed his hand. "Yeah, Dean. Where?"

Dean's smile didn't even faulter. "A special place that you can't know of yet."

When I looked back at Sam, he was staring at out entwined hands with a stupid grin on his face. "Okay," he chirped. "Have fun."

Dean and I walked to the garage. We passed Baby and I think I heard him apologize to the car. Quite frankly, I've seen a lot stranger. Dean pulled a pair of keys from a panel of ones from all the vehicles in the room. We walked over to a shiny black Mustang and Dean slid behind the wheel. My fingers hooked under the door handle and I climbed in after him.

"So, you're not telling me where we're going?"

"Nope! But don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Pretty sure."

I sighed happily and settled into the seat. I had a feeling this was going to be a long ride.