Cooking with Casualties
SPN Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel vs. paintedcastiel Prompt: “It’s not nearly as bad as it looks, sweetheart.” 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 Castiel’s mouth and he hums, not entirely sure if it’s real or just a dream. “Good morning, Cas.” A scratchy morning voice murmurs against his skin before pressing another kiss in place. That answers Castiel’s question and he groans tiredly.
“Dean, it’s too early in the morning.”
Dean chuckles, snaking his arm around Cas’ waist and pulling himself closer. “It’s never too early for this.”
Castiel opens his eyes, squinting against the morning sun that’s streaming through their open window. He can already tell it’s going to be a beautiful summer day. Too bad he can’t appreciate it yet since it’s too damn early to be awake.
“What time is it?” Cas mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
“8:30,” Dean answers him with another kiss, this time on his jaw.
Castiel groans again. It’s Saturday- a day for sleeping in. And he especially needs it after the incredible night he and Dean had…
“Can’t we just sleep in another hour?”
He feels Dean smile against his neck. “Did I tire you out last night?”
Castiel snorts, turning to face him. “Not at all.”
Dean raises his eyebrows and his smug smile tells Cas he doesn’t believe him one bit so he relents. “Okay fine, you did. And it was amazing.”
“Good. We don’t get many opportunities to be that loud anymore- I couldn’t hold back.”
Castiel rolls his eyes but nuzzles himself into Dean’s shoulder, a small smile on his lips. It’s 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 don’t want to answer her questions of “Daddy, why was Papa yelling last night? Did he get hurt?” or “Papa, Daddy said a lot of bad words. Does he have to eat soap now?”
“Yeah. We should let Ava spend the night at your parent’s house more often.”
Dean rubs Cas’ back softly and kisses his temple. “Good idea. Mom’s been bothering me about seeing her granddaughter more anyway.”
“So we should sleep in while we have the chance,” Castiel says, pulling back to stare pleadingly into his husband’s soft green eyes.
Dean snickers, pressing a final kiss to Cas’ forehead before rolling out of bed. “Nope. 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. Bobby’s been on our ass for days to go.”
Castiel stubbornly buries his face in the pillow. “Which means we can at least sleep until 9:15.”
He feels the bed sink under him and seconds later, Dean’s kissing the back of his neck and whispers in his ear, “No, Cas. I need to shower, and I’d like you to join me.”
Castiel feels a shiver go down his back and he rolls over to stare into Dean’s alluring eyes and he knows he can’t resist it any longer.
He smiles. “I’d love to.”
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