hi anon thank you for your patience! and surprise this became a little ficlet celebrating cas's birthday!!!!!!!! @thenightwemetnatural thank you for putting this event together <3 i'm so excited that i literally couldn't wait to post this until tomorrow. happy birthday to cas my best friend cas 🐝💕
Cas stirs to the feeling of Dean slipping back into their bed. He’s aware enough to be irritated by Dean’s now chilly feet and torso, and he yanks Dean closer under the covers to warm him up again; the sun may be sneaking into their room through the gap in the curtains, but it’s definitely too early to be awake. Dean spoons up behind Cas with a satisfied sound.
“Where’d you go?” Cas mutters.
“Started coffee.” Dean kisses the base of his skull. “And put breakfast in the oven.”
Cas frowns. That’s unusual—Dean normally waits to make breakfast until they’re both awake so that they can start the day together. It’s one of Cas’s favorite things. “What? Why?”
“Don’t be so grumpy.” Dean laughs quietly. “The birthday boy requested blueberry honey muffins, and I wanted to get them started early so he doesn’t have to wait when he finally drags himself out of bed.”
It takes Cas longer than he’d like to admit to fully understand what Dean’s saying. When his brain finally comes online enough to get it, he blinks his eyes open and turns around in Dean’s arms.
“Oh,” he says. “I forgot.”
“No shit.” But Dean’s smiling. Cas loves how much Dean smiles these days, the way the lines in his face deepen with every single one. “Happy birthday, Cas.”
Cas smiles back. “Thank you, Dean.”
They look at each other for a long time, content in their bed and their love. Dean touches Cas’s cheek. Cas leans into it.
“I know we’ve both got morning breath,” Dean asks fondly, “but can I kiss you anyway?”
Cas fights the urge to roll his eyes—unsuccessfully, judging by the amusement on Dean’s face—and leans in. The kiss is full and bright like the day unfolding ahead of him. Like the life unfolding ahead of him.
Dean just steals another quick kiss, his eyes dancing. “It’s your birthday, sweetheart. You don’t have to thank me.”
And even after these past few years, it’s still hard to believe. It’s hard to believe that Cas has a life of soft mornings like these. That he has a birthday now, one he chose himself because the people who love him most wanted a chance to celebrate that love. In dark moments, it all can seem fleeting or false. But in moments like these, with Dean in his arms and the smell of homemade muffins in the air, it’s clear to Cas that there is nothing more real than this wonderful world he’s found himself living in.
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