you should've seen me writing this I was acting it out I'm such garbage lololol I didn't edit it either

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The sun seems brighter when he opens his eyes that morning, filtering in through the sheer curtains covering his windows. He hasn't bothered to move from the couch, where he'd fallen asleep with Bumblebee nestled in the crook of his arm - although he technically doesn't need sleep, it's a human luxury he occasionally indulges in. And besides, certain activities with an certain human can leave one tuckered out.

Cas shakes his head to clear it of any fog before picking up his phone to find a missed call from said human. He redials, only having to wait one ring before Dean picks up.

"Hello?" he's breathless.

"Dean." Cas greets in his usual, baritone way. The line is buzzing with static for a few seconds before he continues, "Are you still willing to come over today?"

Although the angel can't see it, Dean grins. "Obviously," he replies, "I'll bring pizza."

"Sounds great to me." Cas regards his mountain of dishes in the sink with a cringe. "Yeah, sounds really great."

"I just have to do an oil change for my aunt and then I'll be over - around three or so." Dean promises and Cas looks up in surprise to find the grandfather clock in his living room ready to chime one o'clock. He sighs, pressing his lips into a straight line.

"It's almost one o'clock." He points out, letting out a frustrated breath when Dean howls with laughter. "What?" Cas defensively asks.

"Do I not remember you saying you didn't like sleeping in, or was that implied in the details?" Dean questions, laughing again. "See Cas, I told you, you were missing out."

"All I am is tired."

"That's the fun in it!"

Cas sighs. "Is it, Dean?"

Dean lets out a quick, bark-laugh, "Yes, because clearly it means I'm doing a thing right here."

As much as he hates to, Cas lazily grins at this. "Whatever you say, Dean."

"I think I'm doing pretty damn good!" he protests, before Sam or someone in the background makes an extremely impatient noise. "Oh - and that's my queue, see you around Cas."

He doesn't have a chance to say goodbye before the line clicks dead.

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The angel hates dishes with a passion. In his defence (or possible offence) he probably shouldn't have let them pile up to the point where an entire bacteria culture could probably grow and have a good time doing it too, but he's been busy - to say the least.

On the bright side it doesn't take long for him to wash them all, and then proceed to whisk them away to their proper spots with a touch of grace. He leans back against his counter, nodding in approval and how his kitchen actually looks clean for once. And now he only has another hour and fifteen minutes to burn.

He groans, glancing out the window to see some lady walking her dog down the quiet street. If only, he thinks sadly, before his head snaps up to stare at his cat.

Well, technically they're both four-legged mammals so how different can it be?

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Oh, how Castiel hates the burning feeling of embarrassment curling its way up from his toes to settle on his cheeks in the form of a blush. As it is, cats do not like being taken for walks and will immediately run up the nearest tree.

"How was I supposed to know that?" he grumbles at Bumblebee, whose fur is matted from the rough bark of the tree. The cat regards him with half moon eyes, the word murder evident in its gaze.

With a sign, Cas turns away to wash the twigs and leaves out of his hair. On the bright side, he now knows how excellent he is at climbing trees, but on the down side, so does his entire neighbourhood. The tips of his ears re-tinge at the thought.

Once the twigs are sitting in the sink drain and not atop his head, Cas gives a satisfied shake of his sopping wet hair, spraying the mirror with water droplets. He grins at his reflection, even daring to wink a few times before there's a knock at the door.

It's surprising Dean even bothers to knock now, he practically lives here anyhow, Cas thinks as he makes his way over to the front door, throwing it open to find Dean in a greasy flannel and white tank top, complete with a box of pizza.

"Hey Cas," he greets, sauntering in, "as ordered, I have pizza."

Letting his lips curl upwards, Cas closes the door and pressing a daring kiss to Dean's cheek. With a full smile now, he waits for Dean to deposit the food on the coffee table and turn back to kiss him for real.

Dean's hands slip into his back pockets, and Cas lets out a noise of pleasant surprise at it. They laugh for a brief moment, before their lips reconnect in a slightly more messy kiss.

"You know," Dean breathlessly pulls back, "the pizza's getting cold."

With a sigh, Cas pulls back to sit on the couch, trying to ignore the uncomfortable male equivalent to a camel toe he's currently experiencing, all thanks to the jeans that are slightly tighter than they were a few seconds ago. Seriously, can't they make expanding jeans or something?

He still enjoys his pizza though, joking with Dean about people that come into the gas station, and he returns the humour with car related jokes that Cas doesn't really understand but laughs at anyhow. Dean seems to appreciate this, his soul glowing a gentle pink to give away his contentedness.

They laugh and talk their way through the entire pizza box (and no, the fact that Cas is an angel and could technically eat an entire horse if he wanted to, did not have an impact, they were just hungry). In fact, the angel only ate about four of the ten pieces, leaving him to wonder where does all the pizza Dean eats will even go.

"What're you thinking?" Dean asks, noticing Cas' blank expression.

"Hmm?" he stirs out of his daze, shaking his head slowly. "I don't entirely know, I guess I'm just thinking."

"About?"

"Hm, I don't know - the stars, maybe. I could be considering the moon too though." He truthfully replies, because when you're an angel who's older than time itself it's hard to pin down an exact thought. "Or maybe the sunset."

Dean peers out the window nearest to them. "No pretty sunset tonight, it was a red sky this morning."

"What does that mean?"

"Y'know," Dean rests his elbows on his knees. "Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning - it's an old fishermans thing."

"Am I supposed to take warning?" Cas questions all too seriously.

"No, Cas, it's just a myth." Dean laughs it off, before sobering and seeming to remember the awkward tent in his pants. "Can I either have a cold shower or..something else?"

Cas, oblivious to the innuendo, regards his filthy clothing. "A change of clothes?" he asks in all seriousness, "Definitely."

Dean just snorts, before getting up and following Cas to his bedroom because at least he's getting somewhat closer to his goal of sex in a place that isn't the floor of a gas station. The couch would've been great too, but with every step closer to the bedroom he can't quell that excitement at the fact that Cas' cat won't be watching.

"Woah," he remarks, taking sight of the angel's room, which is decorated neatly with soft grey tones and complete with a king sized bed. "Why is your bed so giant?"

Cas laughs, scolding himself when his mind immediately comes up with an innuendo - a brief reminder how human he's becoming. "You know what they say about big beds..."

Dean rolls his eyes, making his way over to the closet to grab a pair of pyjamas or something. He can't help but bare a small grin at the suspense of the moment - what kind of clothes will Cas wear? Nerdy attire? Panties?

His grin falls when he realizes the latter is entirely correct, along with a slew of women's clothes among his suits. Everything comes to a grinding halt when he turns around slowly, his eyes narrowed. "You didn't tell me you were married."

Cas whirls around from the candle he was lighting on his windowsill. "I'm what?"

"The woman's clothes in the closet?" Dean quietly replies. "Why do you have woman's clothes?"

"The clothes - I, uh, they belong to my old wife, well not my wife, but..." He falls silent, taking a huge breath in. There's no way he can ever explain this to Dean without sounding bonkers or putting his life in danger. The shards of resentment are already separating the two, and with a breaking heart and three words, Cas pushes them further for Dean's protection. "Yes, I'm married."

The simplest of love stories, broken and tattered by three words and a lie.

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wow I referenced my own fic in my own fic I can't believe this, anyhow surprise lolol they're broken apart now :)) we're almost at the end but I have so much more planned