Grumpy Mornings
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Destiel
Authors notes: not beta read. Typed entirely on Tumblr in about 15 minutes, because I had a random teeny idea that Cas despises waking up alone.
I am tagging my two usual alpha and beta readers tho, because why not lol. @navajolovesdestiel @mansikkaomenabanaani
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It's a cold morning in the bunker when Sam finds out.
He and Dean are in the kitchen waiting for coffee to brew. Dean is preparing scrambled eggs and bacon. Sam has three mugs out and ready for the morning fuel.
He has his back to the door filling cups when he hears a third pair of feet shuffle in and Cas' gravelly voice, rough from sleep makes Sam jump.
"I don't like waking up alone Dean!"
Sam's hand slips while filling mugs and coffee goes everywhere.
The angry voice continues. "The bed gets cold, I miss holding you, and your pillow doesn't hold your scent!"
Sam turns to look at his brother who's forgotten about the eggs he was scrambling and is standing dumbfounded. "Uh. Sorry?" Dean's voice cracks.
Cas glares at him.
Dean raises his eyebrows in question. "Eggs and coffee as an apology?"
Castiel looks thoughtful "Yes I'll take breakfast in bed thank you" and he turns around and leaves the kitchen like this was an everyday occurance.
A few seconds pass of Sam and Dean standing there not moving.
Dean turns the heat off on the stove "Don't say a word Sammy."
Sam smiles "So, you're the little spoon?"
"Shut your face Samantha." Dean says but he's grinning and plating eggs. He pulls down a breakfast tray. Sam set two mugs of coffee on the tray. Dean sets one heaping plate of eggs and bacon and two forks on the tray.
"How long have you two--?" Sam begins to ask.
Dean puts an entire carton of orange juice and two glasses on the tray. "Since the empty, since he gave up his grace. Sorry we didn't tell you, we weren't trying to hide it---"
Sam pats his brother on the shoulder. "I'm happy for you man."
Dean picks up the tray and Sam stops him "Hey, sugar for the coffee," he squeezes a tiny cup of sugar onto the already over loaded tray and with a shit eating only a little brother can manage he says, "and two spoons, a big one for Cas and a little one for you."
Dean rolls his eyes and retreats. Sam takes his plate and coffee to the table and pulls out his cell phone. He has friends and family to fill in on this long overdue development.
