Chapter 1. In which Deans hands are sometimes cold and Castiel doesn't really mind

*Dean*

Dean Winchester bounded down the steps of his home and strolled next door to the Novak's home. It was late October and the leaves rustled under his feet and he could see his breath in puffs as he breathed in the early morning air. It was nippy out and even though it was only short walk from his porch to the Novak's his hands and face were feeling too cold for comfort.

The door to the neighbors was unlocked. Mrs. N unlocked it for him when she got up at 6. It was 6:30 so he knew that she was up already drinking tea and writing in her study. He opened the door quietly and walked into the foyer. He toed out of his sneakers and padded to the office were Mrs. N was working. He walked up behind her and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Morning Dean." She said without looking up.

"Morning Mrs. N."

He slipped back out and continued on his mission. He tip toed up the wide carpeted stair case and made his way down the long hallway. He passed Gabe's room and grinned at the loud snores he could hear even through the closed door. He walked all the way to the bedroom at the end of the hall and opened the door and stepped inside closing the door behind him.

He looked at the sleeping form of his best friend and smiled. Castiel lay underneath layers of thick blankets because he was always cold. He face was smooth from all worries and his long dark lashes lay against his cheeks flushed pink from sleep. His inky black hair was wild and stood out in stark contrast to the white pillow case under Cas' head. Dean thought he looked like an angel. Not that he would ever in a million years say that out loud. He wanted to kick himself for even thinking such girly thoughts so of course his first thought was to dive bomb the bed and wake Castiel from his deep sleep and break the damn spell that sleeping Cas unknowingly had on his heart. But then a new idea popped into his head.

He moved into action before he lost his nerve.

He lifted the blankets from the bed and slipped in next to Cas. He moved close enough that there was barely an inch of room between Cas' back and Deans chest. He slowly moved his still cold hands and slipped them underneath Cas' t-shirt and rested them on Cas' sides.

As soon as Dean's cold fingers touch his warm flesh Castiel's eyes flew open and he let out a shriek. He turned bleary angery blue eyes on Dean and growled. He tried to twist away from Deans cold hands, but Dean just laughed and held tighter to Cas, slipping his hands further into the shirt and encircling his waist bringing Cas' back flush against Deans chest.

Cas leaned forward trying tiredly to get out of Deans grasp. This was a mistake because that move caused the back of his neck just above the collar of his shirt to become exposed. Dean took the opportunity and pushed his frozen nose into the vulnerable skin.

Without really thinking about what he was doing Dean began nuzzling Cas' neck and mumbled, "Dude, quit squirming and let me warm up."

Cas shivered as Deans hot breath tickled the hairs on his neck and after one more feeble attempt to break from his hold Cas gave up and snuggled against Dean.

Fuck. Now I've done it. Dean thought. He hadn't expected Cas to give up and become a pliable warm body that fit perfectly into his.

Dean let his eyes drift shut and the soft sound of Cas' breathing lulled Dean. He thought about running his callused finger over Cas' nipples while he kissed the back of his neck and then licked the sensitive spot behind his ear. Cas would probably moan. And purr. Cas had this delicious purring sound he made in the back of his throat when he was pleased.

Cas snuggled even deeper into Dean and he felt his ass push against parts of Dean that were harder than they should be.

Deans eyes flew open. What the fuck! He was a straight dude, snuggled in bed with his best friend, half hard from thinking about the things he wanted to do to him and how Cas would fucking purr.

Dean jerked away from Cas like he was on fire and jumped out of the bed. He swallowed a couple times and tried to slow his breathing. He willed away his oncoming erection.

Cas groaned in protest at the loss of Deans warmth.

Dean bit his lip at the sound. Fucking Cas! It should be illegal for someone to sound like that!

When Dean felt like he had his body was somewhat under control he leaned over Cas and slapped him harder then necessary on the cheek.

Cas whined and batted Deans hand away.

"Wake up, Cas. It's time for our run." He slapped Castiel again this time a little gentler.

Cas scowled and mumbled, "Come back to bed Dean. It's too early to run."

Dean wanted to strangle Cas. Come back to bed Dean! What the fuck. Cas was enticing without out even being barely conscious.

The words sounded too natural coming from Cas' full pink lips. Just like the way snuggled up close, fucking spooning with Cas had felt so natural. Dean closed his eyes and tried to picture his girlfriend Lisa snuggled up next to him. It didn't even compare to how perfect it felt with Cas.

Dean was pissed at Cas for being so perfect and pissed at himself for noticing. So he did the only natural thing he could think of to make himself feel better and get back at Cas. He jerked all the blankets off of Cas and exposed him to the chilly morning air.

Cas curled in on himself and blindly reached out his hand searching for the blankets, which Dean pulled further away from him.

Cas finally opened his eyes, sat up and turn his stormy gaze on Dean and said, "Fuck you Dean". He picked up a book from the bedside table and hurled at Dean, which he easily dodged.

He grinned smugly. It gave him great satisfaction that he had pissed Cas off. He was feeling more like himself every minute.

"Maybe later sunshine, he teased, but right now it's time to run."

Cas glared at Dean. Dean glared right back. Arms crossed in front of him daring Cas to go back to sleep. Cas finally sighed and gave up. He knew that Dean would just keep bothering him if he postponed any longer so he got up from bed, shivering. He crossed over to his dresser and rummaged for running clothes.

Dean stared at Cas' as he walked to the dresser. His best friend was skinny, probably too skinny, but he was toned and Dean could see his muscles under the thin grey t-shirt that Dean recognized as one of his own. Cas bent over looking for socks and his shirt rode up and the dimples in his back were peeking at Dean. Dean imagined that they were cheekily saying "come and get me". He could also see how Cas' flannel pj pants were settled low on narrow hips and his delicate hip bone was jutting out. Dean wanted to walk over and spin Cas around, kneel down and worship those lovely hip bones and lick them and then lick down, down, down—

"Fuck!"

Cas jumped and spun to face Dean.

Crap. Dean hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Dean. What is your problem?"

Dean flushed not meeting Cas' eyes.

"Nothing…I'll just… be waiting downstairs. Just hurry up." And with that he spun and got the hell out of the room before he went crazy.

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