Monroe Caetano

“Maybe trouble for you, but not for me. I’m starving and I’m not just making food for me. So prepare to eat.” Dean quips back before heading out of the room and down to the kitchen to prepare their coffee first. Breakfast going to be important so the Winchester goes to the fridge staring into it before finally deciding on omelets and bacon; able to show off his culinary skills a little be. “Hope you like eggs.” calls the man over his shoulder while getting the things he would need to make breakfast out of the fridge to take over to the countertop next to the stove.  “How do you like your coffee?” asking now returning his attention back to the first task at hand.

"Black."

Somebody please take Photoshop away from me

Still yet the man doesnt bother to move, really not wanting this to end but eventually it was going to do just such that. “Morning, want some coffee?” asked the man before finally setting up and breaking the hold that monroe had on him. “I’ll make some breakfast too if thats what you want.” sat on the edge of the bed turned towards the man some before finally getting up to his feet and pulling his shirt back on and stretching some.  

“Coffee is fine. Don’t worry about food. No need for all that trouble.” He said, getting up and stretching before going to his folded pile of clothes and starting to dress.

Dean had slept really good for once, and the fact it was a night he didnt even have a nightmare was something to be said about. Though he was one to sleep in as he wasnt a morning person, so the sun coming in didnt bother him. It was him moving and finding that he wasnt just the only person in the bed as his hand trailed down to find an arm wrapped around him. It doesnt take but just a second though and he remember who it was there with him; in which he just smiles to himself and doesnt bother moving because he was afraid of waking the other and that the moment would be over. It was acutally kinda nice to be held by someone. 

“..morning.” Monroe finally said quietly.

“I was thinking family related stuff. Like the kids names and favorite animals like Jesse’s lion. Like a family tree..I dont know. Like I said, let me think about it and I’ll get back to you on the idea.” 

Damn him for using his weaknesses against him. This was not fair; though he tried to hold out and ignore the fact that the other was going to be in the shower. Naked. And wet. His favorite combo.  Eyes squeeze shut as he attempts to go back to sleep but once he heard the water turn on they snap open and in one quick movement Dean is out of bed and into the bathroom with his husband. “What do you think your doing?” not even sure why he asked that, now leaned up against the frame of the door with arms crossed over his bare chest.

“Go back to bed, baby. I know you’re tired.” He crooned over the sound of the water.

Covering himself up, he shakes his head “No, not today. You better behave mister.” Dean says trying not to break and let him see the fact that he was smiling. He knew if he let the other get the slightest hint of the fact he could break it was all over with.

Three…two…

“I was about to say, that one was for you and me only.” Dean says matter of fact, almost upset at the idea of someone else seeing the tattoo on Monroes hip that he picked out and that was in his handwriting. “You should get a sleeve or at least a half sleeve.” just mostly to entertain Deans fantasy of a attractive tattooed man he got to call his. 

“I want it to mean something. Not just random shit.”

“I’ll be alright, just a little sore.” answers the man, noticing how quickly the subject had changed though he says nothing. He was getting the feeling that he really was being honest about the fact that Monroe didnt do this sort of thing. Relationships that was to be exact. Eyes close once more, not bothering to move away from the other. In fact every fiber of his being just wanted to move a little closer but at the same time he knew he shouldnt. That would really be pushing things and that was the last thing that he wanted to do to cause Monroe to freak.

Eventually he was able to fall asleep and thankfully for them both it was dreamless. When he started to wake, sun coming in through the window, he was wrapped around a sleep warmed body, face nuzzled into a neck. His eyes opened slow and he inhaled softly, arms tightening a bit around..Dean. Somehow during the night he wrapped himself very securely around the man’s back. Monroe swallowed, not wanting to move but unsure how to explain this.