Cooking with Casualties
SPN Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel vs. paintedcastiel Prompt: âItâs not nearly as bad as it looks, sweetheart.â Pairings: Destiel, mention of Sam/Eileen Word count: 3.4K Tags: AU, domestic!destiel, nsfw (if you squint), daddy!destiel, cooking mishap, fluff
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Soft lips press against the corner of Castielâs mouth and he hums, not entirely sure if itâs real or just a dream. âGood morning, Cas.â A scratchy morning voice murmurs against his skin before pressing another kiss in place. That answers Castielâs question and he groans tiredly.
âDean, itâs too early in the morning.â
Dean chuckles, snaking his arm around Casâ waist and pulling himself closer. âItâs never too early for this.â
Castiel opens his eyes, squinting against the morning sun thatâs streaming through their open window. He can already tell itâs going to be a beautiful summer day. Too bad he canât appreciate it yet since itâs too damn early to be awake.
âWhat time is it?â Cas mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
â8:30,â Dean answers him with another kiss, this time on his jaw.
Castiel groans again. Itâs Saturday- a day for sleeping in. And he especially needs it after the incredible night he and Dean hadâŚ
âCanât we just sleep in another hour?â
He feels Dean smile against his neck. âDid I tire you out last night?â
Castiel snorts, turning to face him. âNot at all.â
Dean raises his eyebrows and his smug smile tells Cas he doesnât believe him one bit so he relents. âOkay fine, you did. And it was amazing.â
âGood. We donât get many opportunities to be that loud anymore- I couldnât hold back.â
Castiel rolls his eyes but nuzzles himself into Deanâs shoulder, a small smile on his lips. Itâs been difficult to find time to dedicate to just the two of them since one of them is either working or taking care of their four year old daughter, Ava. And they certainly donât want to answer her questions of âDaddy, why was Papa yelling last night? Did he get hurt?â or âPapa, Daddy said a lot of bad words. Does he have to eat soap now?â
âYeah. We should let Ava spend the night at your parentâs house more often.â
Dean rubs Casâ back softly and kisses his temple. âGood idea. Momâs been bothering me about seeing her granddaughter more anyway.â
âSo we should sleep in while we have the chance,â Castiel says, pulling back to stare pleadingly into his husbandâs soft green eyes.
Dean snickers, pressing a final kiss to Casâ forehead before rolling out of bed. âNope. You gotta pick her up at 10 and get her to soccer. Sam and I are going to a swap meat to get some parts for the shop. Bobbyâs been on our ass for days to go.â
Castiel stubbornly buries his face in the pillow. âWhich means we can at least sleep until 9:15.â
He feels the bed sink under him and seconds later, Deanâs kissing the back of his neck and whispers in his ear, âNo, Cas. I need to shower, and Iâd like you to join me.â
Castiel feels a shiver go down his back and he rolls over to stare into Deanâs alluring eyes and he knows he canât resist it any longer.
He smiles. âIâd love to.â
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