Outside These Walls [Destiel]

Chapter 24

Dean really loved how grumpy Castiel was in the morning, a wild tangle of hair on top of his head that Dean's fingers twitched with the urge to fix when he looked at him. The blind man rolled onto his back, letting out a huff at actually having to wake up before reaching out blindly and letting his fingers graze over Dean's skin, a yawn escaping his lips. Dean smiled a little, leaning down and kissing Castiel on the jaw gently, only to laugh softly when Castiel grumbled out something unintelligible, pushing Dean's face away.

"Don't even think about it. Not without coffee," Castiel finally muttered, turning so he was lying on his side with his back turned away from Dean. Dean just rolled his eyes, though there was no heat behind it as he pulled himself to his feet, stretching and letting out a soft groan when his shoulders and back popped in a pleasing way.

He headed to the kitchen, starting up the coffee brewer and leaned against the counter, a yawn leaving his lips as he stared out the window. Dean had a soft smile on his face, the comforting laziness of the entire place easing him. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever felt so peaceful, maybe when he had been younger and it had just been him and Sam. Yeah, that had been a good time, even if everything had gone south after he hit thirteen.

The coffee was finished, and he slowly drug himself from his thoughts and pushed himself from the lean on his counter, casting a single glance towards the trees that lined the property's perimeter before grabbing two mugs. He poured the coffee in, fixing it with a small bit of sugar and creamer, a bit sweet, but still a tang of bitterness that Castiel seemed fixated on. Finished, he grabbed both the cups and padded across the hallway towards the bedroom, smiling when Castiel had finally sat up and was huffing grumpily as he tried to get his hair to lay flat.

"Grumpier than usual, huh?" Dean said with a cheeky grin, snickering when Castiel glared in his general direction. Instead of responding, though, he rubbed his hand through his hair one more time before giving up and instead taking the cup of coffee when Dean let it just barely touch his hand as a guide.

Castiel took a long sip before setting it on the stand next to the bed, letting out a sigh as he laid back, Dean watching as he drank his own cup of coffee.

"Dean? Can we just lay in bed today?" Castiel asked, his body seeming to collapse into itself as he relaxed, his eyes closing before fluttering back open. Dean only smiled, knowing exactly what Castiel was feeling. A new home, a new life, sometimes, there just needed to be a little time to really let it all sink in.

He set his own cup down beside Castiel's before pulling himself onto the bed, straddling Castiel's waist and kissing him gently, his fingers brushing against the shifting jaw of Castiel as the man responded in a slow, almost lazy way.

It felt like a freedom to lick his way into Castiel's mouth, swiping his tongue over the man's and smiling when he swallowed down a pleasured noise that escaped Castiel's throat. Dean moved slowly, letting each movement of his tongue run along Castiel's mouth with ease before pulling away with a swipe across his bottom lip, grinning at the slight pink that was beginning to form on Castiel's cheeks.

"Are you okay with this, Dean?" Castiel asked, the tone behind his words soft and almost scared. Dean frowned, leaning down and kissing Castiel gently on the forehead, breathing in his scent and smoothing back his hair from his face.