Dean ruts against his Casâ thigh and groans.
Cas sighs. They just got back from Taco Bell half an hour ago to collapse on the couch, both nearly being able to fit on it laying side by side anymore with the space their bellies make up compared to when they first moved in.
It doesnât stop Deanâs constant eating, though. Cas can tell because he swears he can actually hear it grumble from beside him. Even with three soft taco supremes and an order of cinnamon twists in it.
Dean rubs the side of his stomach thoughtfully.
âSaw we had doughnuts.â
âYes,â Cas answers slowly, âWhich are gluten-free. And also Samâs.â
âHave sugar, can just dunk âem in it,â Dean mumbles against his neck.
Cas groans aloud and takes a breath to calm himself which he finds doesnât really help at all actually, but it was worth a shot. He remembers there being at least six doughnuts in that package. Maybe if they promise to buy Sam some more?
âNeed milk to wash it down-âŠmake a milkshake.â
It takes all the strength Cas has not to do exactly that right this instant, but luckily he only almost gives in.
âBig one though. Mix chocolate nâ extra cream in there so thick Iâd have to eat it. Could dunk the doughnuts in it too.â
âWould you like that?â
Dean leans in and nips at Casâ neck gently. âLove it.â
