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It started as a good idea.
Giving Cas a bee plushy for his “birthday”. (Jack’s idea, the kid recently made his mission to celebrate every bunker resident’s birthday.)
The gift was received by a teary and unusually emotive Cas, who threw himself in Dean’s arm to thank him (much to Dean’s embarrassment, and much to Sam (that bitch)’s entertainment).
A complete success, so.
Problem was, Dean should have known this was too good to be true. Cause good things didn’t happen for the Winchesters. Or at least, not without any consequences…
That’s what Dean found out, when Cas started wandering around the bunker, the bee plushy in his arms, never leaving him. From time to time, Cas was even going as far as rubbing his - five o’clock shadow covered - face against the soft bee cheek, and let out tiny satisfaction noises that bothered Dean way more than they should have…
Flattered at first by the attention Cas gave to his gift, the feeling quickly morphed into annoyance, as Dean discovered than Cas didn’t even leave the plushy to eat. Dean dropped unceremoniously Cas’s burger in front of him, and if a slice of tomato fell from the burger to splash sauce on the bee (currently on Cas’s laps), it was nothing more than a regretful accident.
Dean’s annoyance only grew bigger when the angel used his grace to instantly clean the plushy. The bastard even gave it a soft stroke on the head after! Dean ground his teeth and went back to his cooking without a word. He could feel Sam’s puzzled look weighting on him, but ignored him completely.
*
Dean was walking up the bunker’s corridor, whistling a Led Zeppelin song, and stopped in front of Cas’s room. Door was closed, he gave it three short knocks, that were answered by a gleeful “Dean! Please, come in!”.
The hunter entered, and froze as he took in the scene in front of him. Cas, sitting in his bed, his legs folded under the white sheets, wearing one of Dean’s old T-shirts as a pajama… And also holding tenderly the bee plushy against him. Dean saw red, and barely manage to keep himself from running out of the room and slamming the door. Instead, he somehow managed to get past the annoying presence of the bee, and invited Cas to his movie night, in the Dean cave. Today’s theme was Star Wars prequels.
Though, not even Dean’s love for this emblematic trilogy was sufficient to distract him from the annoying noises Cas was making, seemingly over the moon with the plushy in his arms. Dean swore he even heard Cas trying to explain the plot to the little bee. Nonsense…
After three long hours, spent looking daggers at the plushy and not paying any attention to the movies, Dean finally gave up. He simply got up in the middle of the movie, and went to bed, under Cas’s dumbstruck eye. Dean barely manage to keep for himself the acid remark burning his tongue. Something about a certain bee plushy that was apparently a way better company than himself. Because Cas didn’t deserve Dean’s mean remarks. And because Dean wasn’t pathetic enough to get jealous over a plushy.
*
“Honestly, Dean, I didn’t think you were that jealous!”
Sam’s amused comment met a flight of colorful expressions, along with a spatula throw. Then, cheeks colored in a deep crimson red, Dean focused back on his pancakes. And took a perverse pleasure in adding way too much salt on Sam’s pancake. That would teach that damn moose… And if Dean felt Cas’s worried expression (of course, the angel had his bee on his laps), he pointedly ignored it.
*
The next evening found Dean laying on his bed, tucked in his blankets, headphones on his ears. A Led Zeppelin compilation was slowly making him drift into sleep when three short knocks were given on his door. Dean straightened, hunter instincts kicking in, then relaxed as he saw Cas’s face appearing through the ajar door. Dean gestured him to enter, and Cas slipped into the room. The angel looked uneasy.
“You okay?”
Dean’s question was even more justified by the lack of honeybee plushy by Cas’s side. If anyone asked, the hunter would fiercely deny the relief the absence of the the plushy brought him. Cas gave him a shy look.
“I thought we could have a movie night, tonight? Since Jack is at Jody’s and Sam and Eileen are on a hunt together?”
Dean’s heart stuttered as he realized it was indeed only the two of them, alone in the bunker. Which hadn’t happened for months. He swallowed, and tried very hard to shoo the inappropriate thoughts flowing into his mind, and focused on Cas’s question.
“Yeah, sure man. What movie do you want?”
*
After a thorough examination of Dean’s DVD collection, Cas finally picked Indiana Jones, much the hunter’s joy. (And no, he didn’t have a crush on Harrison Ford, Sam! The actor was just very charismatic!) The movie had begun for a solid half an hour when Cas broke their silence bubble.
“I left Clara in my room. I thought it would be more convivial, since you didn’t seem very comfortable with her around.”
Dean turned to him, eyes wide and completely lost. Cas let out a small laugh and rubbed his neck.
“You know, Clara, the bee you gave me?”
Dean hate d the sudden relief he felt. If Cas decided to have a girlfriend and hide her in his room during their movie night, it was his decision and his only. Dean was Cas’s best friend. He didn’t have the right to be jealous. Though it didn’t prevent the sweet relieved smile that appeared on the hunter’s face.
*
They were half way through the movie when Dean rested his head on Cas’s shoulder ( he was getting tired, okay? ). The angel didn’t blink, and simply re-adjust ed himself so Dean would be more comfortable. The hunter felt something warm spread in his chest.
Indiana Jones just retrieve d the statuette. Or was it a medallion? Dean wasn’t sure, already half asleep, lulled by Cas’s warmth against him. Though, one thing Dean was sure about was the feeling of a hand suddenly petting his hair. He tensed, by reflex (his neck was a very sensible area), and the hand vanished immediately.
“I’m sorry Dean, I- I think I got used to pet Clara, my bee, and I… Well, your hair is very soft, and…”
Dean decided he was too tired to deal with that. So he simply snuggled back against Cas.
“‘Don’t care, man… Felt good… Do it again, please…”
If Cas was surprised by his reaction, he didn’t let it show, and his fingers found their way back into Dean’s hair, much to his delight.
*
It was music that informed Dean that the movie ended. He let out a disappointed grunt, reluctant to leave Cas’s warmth. But he knew that keeping snuggling your best friend when the movie was finished meant crossing a line he wasn’t ready to touch with a ten-feet pole.
Against all odds, two seconds later, as Cas turned to him, his hand still wrapped around Dean’s neck, all the hunter saw was a mix of too blue eyes, and too close lips, and… Dean leaned in to kiss the angel softly.
A nd God how good it felt to kiss Cas…
Dean let out a small squeaking when the angel grabbed him by the waist, to lay him down on the couch. Without breaking the kiss, Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s shoulders. From far, very far away, in Dean’s hazed mind, he smiled, thinking it was probably a good thing that Jack, Sam and Eileen decided not to be in the bunker tonight…
*
The Lord of the Rings DVD just disappeared in the DVD player and the emblematic music filled the Dean Cave. Jack, in in the armchair, was digging in the popcorn bowl sitting on his laps. On his left, Sam and Eileen were cuddling on one of the sofa s . And on Jack’s right was the second couch, currently occupied by Cas. T here wasn’t any honeybee plushy to be seen. Which Sam didn’t fail to mention.
“I left her in my room…” started explaining Cas, before getting interrupted by Dean, remote in hand, who came snuggling against him on the sofa, and laid a kiss in his neck.
“He simply found a better way to keep his hands busy, Sammy!”
Dean punctuated his explanation by a suggestive eyebrow wiggling.
“Gross man!!”
Dean burst out laughing and shared a tender look with his angel. Yup. This honeybee plushy was definitely a good idea.