Castiel sat snuggled in a blanket on the couch reading a book, listening to the unpatterned rhythm of the rain, with his fluffy kitten purring faithifully by his side. He glanced passionately at his viciously attractive boyfriend--Dean--and smiled at the thought of how lucky he was to be with him. They were supposed to be on a date at the park right now, but they had gotten rained out. Giving his attention back to the book in his hands, he sat for another hour, deeply immersed in the story. Dean sneezed rather adorably, causing Cas to look up and smile before returning to his book. Dean was allergic to cats, but he let Cas keep this one becuase he loved seeing his angel happy... And this cat made him smile like the dickens.

Cas finished and closed the paperback to find that Dean was staring at him. He smirked when he realized Cas was harmonizing with his gaze, giving him the ultimate sex glare.

Sam galloped in (much like a moose if I do say so myself) to tell Dean a fantastic joke he'd just heard on the radio, but forgot what he was going to say when he saw the looks the boys were giving each other. He slowly backed away, scared out of his mind that he would witness real life porn of his brother and best friend if he stayed in that room any longer. Leaving the room, he had yet to be noticed by Dean and Cas. They were too preoccupied giving it to each other via eyeball.

He stared at him, and he stared at him. He returned the stare with a stare and then he stared back at him. He stared at him some more, and he at him as well (does it even matter whose perspective this is anymore).

Dean finally broke the focus first to take a slight peek at Cas' lips, slowly moving down until he had reached just above his waist, at the point where his hipbones were just barely exposed by the gray tshirt shirt riding up on his abdomen. God, those hips were to die for. Dean could gaze at them for hours and never get bored. No, he had to go slow. Cas was a gentle, fragile creature. He had to wait. For Cas, he told himself.

Meanwhile, Cas was soaking in Dean's playful green eyes, his jawline that was stronger than a McDonald's wifi connection, his light dusting of stubble, his dirty blonde hair that stuck up in the front (but was no where near as fabulous as Sam's). Dean's everything was so perfect, Cas wanted to snuggle with him forever. Also fuck him over a table and break a bed... But who doesn't want to do that?  I mean if you're a guy and you're not at least a little gay for Dean you are strong and should be feared (also there's probably something wrong with you).

Cas was awakened from his daze when his staring specimen stood up and walked over to the window. He couldn't help but get lost in the prefect magical orb that was Dean's ass. That is one nice butt he said to himself under his breath. When Dean didn't turn around, Cas took it as his que to keep looking at it. It curved just the right amount and at just the right place. It didn't sag one bit, either--it proudly held its place on Dean's rear end. He was so fixated on the booty that he didn't notice Dean had been talking to him.

"Butt? No BUTT! NO!!! WHAT, wHaT I mean what... What?" Cas managed to say, still half in a dream.

Cas blushed furiously and looked down in embarrasment as Dean attempted to regain the ability to breathe. Of course he had known Cas was in awe of his great ass, but he was still in hysterics at Cas' statement on the matter.

"I said that it stopped raining," Dean gasped, still breathing heavily.

"Oh... Yes, it did. And there seems to be a rainbow," Cas observed blandly, now determined not to look even for a second at Dean's below-the-waist (it was really hard, okay?!).

"That's a rainbow? I thought it was just your personality making a special appearance," Dean giggled like a child.

Cas rolled his eyes at Dean's remark, but couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Oh please, my personality isn't just a rainbow, its a GAYnbow," he retorted. They were both grinning by now.

"Well, you're my BAEnbow," Dean announced, knowing that this statement had topped Cas'.

Cas' laughter died down, and he tilted his head slightly, parting his baby pink lips ever so slightly, in the way that we discussed yesterday.

"It's slang for babe or baby," Dean explained. The joke was no longer funny.

"I am not a baby. I do not understand..." Cas trailed off, urging Dean to clarify further.

"It means I love you, dumbfuck."