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Castiel, having lived for millennia had essentially seen it all, not much could surprise him at this point. Except for one thing, Dean.
Ever since starting his hard earned retirement from hunting, and Sam's new life with Jody; he and Cas have been living together in the bunker pretty friggin happily if he does say so himself. Dean had the time and peace to teach him several things; how to properly aim and shoot a variety of guns, how to pull off being a fed, many movie nights greatly improved his knowledge of pop culture, but his favorite thing to have learned from Dean was how to cook. One bite of his signature burger and he just /had/ to learn. He guesses that where it all started. His first few attempts were pretty ok, nothing compared to Dean's food, but it was a good 1st try. Dean was patient and seemed really happy about Cas wanting to learn. He would always smile and give his angel a sweet kiss during his cooking lessons, a great motivator for sure. It was on day 36 of Cas' cooking attempts that he hit the jackpot.
Cas could feel a fluttering sensation in his chest as Dean took a bite of his lasagna; the wide eyes followed by a sinful moan had heat spreading all the way to his metaphysical wings. "Mm, Cas. This is- this is the best lasagna I've ever had. Sexy son on of a bitch, you're cooking our meals from now on." Dean's praise and laughter had a toothy smile spreading across his stubbly face. It was from that moment that Cas' will to cook amazing meals really kicked off, wanting nothing more than to see that blissful look on Dean's face again. Chicken, beef, fish, pastries, vegetables; you name it, Dean tried them all. And each time it had Dean in food heaven, delighted when not a crumb or a speck of sauce was left on his plate. Over the months the angel would slowly make a little bit more and made sure to make extra. Where before Dean would be stuffed to the brim after a couple plates, now he could plow through them like it was nothing. Eagerly looking to his angel in hopes of a 3rd or 4th serving. Cas also noticed that, curiously enough, with Dean's expanding appetite, came an expending waistline.
When they'd lie in their memory foam bed and were pressed close, chest to back, he'd gently run his hand over Dean's soft thighs and growing middle. He felt soft and pliant, something Cas instantly falls in love with. It isn't until he hears Dean in his room a few weeks later that he thinks he might not share the adoration of his cute pudge. "Cas, I'm gonna have to lay off the extra helpings." he huffs as he tries in vein to get his jeans buttoned up. "I thought you enjoyed my cooking Dean." it's probably the sullen way he says that that gets Dean to look up, "You're cooking is badass, believe me but..." Cas looks curiously at Dean, head a tilt. Why does he suddenly look so shy? The way the blood rushes to his cheeks is..cute. He swallows thickly before mumbling,
"I'm packing a little extra if ya hadn't noticed." Cas looks on at his partner for a few seconds, "Of course I've noticed Dean." he doesn't understand what this has to do with wanting to eat less though. Dean stutters for a moment, Cas notices how his hands try to cover up the large bulge of his belly. He coughs before plastering on an embarrassed smile, "I'll get rid of it soon enough." his eyebrows furrow deeply at this, what's wrong?
"Why? I like it." he walks a few steps towards Dean and watches as he sputters. "Wh- you-- you still like my fatass?" he scoffs at Dean's description and smiles warmingly at the gorgeous soul in front of him, "Dean, if orders from the archangels, brainwashing, and kicking me out of the bunker weren't enough to keep me from liking you, what makes you think 'this' will?" he asks with an emphasising squeeze to a sizeable muffin top. He's pleased at the gasp and sudden redness that fills Dean cheeks, "Low blow Cas..." the angel rolls his eyes and presses a quick kiss to Dean's lips, "What I'm trying to say is, after everything that we've been through for the past 8 years, did you /really/ think this would be the thing to drive me away?"
"Yeah ok, y'don't gotta rub it in--" He stop abruptly when he feels Cas cup his face. "You are beautiful Dean. You're personality, your voice, your laugh, your body and soul. I'll take and cherish it all. I wouldn't trade meeting you in that barn for anything Father would offer."
Somewhere in his confession he found himself breathing Dean in, their noses just barely touching. He blinks rapidly, telling himself it's not because he's suddenly misty eyed as he swallows the lump in his throat, "Anyone ever tell you you're a sap?" a rush of air escapes Cas' nose as his smile grows wider and he pulls Dean's face that little bit closer. He won't mention how Dean's little moans as they share deep kisses sound relieved, almost desperate for more. A minute or so is spent caressing each other's mouths, a certain angel's hands quietly mapping out all of Dean's extra skin and tracing random random little stretch marks that sparsely cover his belly. Another quiet whimper escapes as callous hands wrap around his neck, "So..does this mean I don't have to cut back?" he asks in a rough whisper. Dean tilts his head to the side, allowing Cas access to his lightly padded neck.
"Never." is the only hoarse response Dean gets before he lets out a content sigh as his angel litters his soft neck with butterfly kisses and licks.
*It's ok, he stills loves you, idiot.* A tiny part of his mind reassures him, you could be 400 lbs and he'd still adore you. He's not sure why that thought suddenly sends a hot bolt of arousal straight to his dick; it doesn't help when Cas' wandering hands travel down to the swell of his ass and squeeze. A short moan escapes his lips before Cas presses their hips together and he can feel their half clothed erections.
"Ugh...Cas...after that sappy-ass speech you better be ready to plow right in." it's hot, it's getting too hot. Lovehandles be damned, he wants his clothes off now. His ears burn at the growl Cas lets out, his mojo making picking up Dean and pressing him against the wall as he wraps his thicker thighs around the angel's slim hips a cinch. It's weird knowing now that Cas is ok with his recent weight-gain, but he still can look at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen...maybe it won't be so bad if he ends up a little bigger by the end of the year.
Not that he'd try of course.
Ever since starting his hard earned retirement from hunting, and Sam's new life with Jody; he and Cas have been living together in the bunker pretty friggin happily if he does say so himself. Dean had the time and peace to teach him several things; how to properly aim and shoot a variety of guns, how to pull off being a fed, many movie nights greatly improved his knowledge of pop culture, but his favorite thing to have learned from Dean was how to cook. One bite of his signature burger and he just /had/ to learn. He guesses that where it all started. His first few attempts were pretty ok, nothing compared to Dean's food, but it was a good 1st try. Dean was patient and seemed really happy about Cas wanting to learn. He would always smile and give his angel a sweet kiss during his cooking lessons, a great motivator for sure. It was on day 36 of Cas' cooking attempts that he hit the jackpot.
Cas could feel a fluttering sensation in his chest as Dean took a bite of his lasagna; the wide eyes followed by a sinful moan had heat spreading all the way to his metaphysical wings. "Mm, Cas. This is- this is the best lasagna I've ever had. Sexy son on of a bitch, you're cooking our meals from now on." Dean's praise and laughter had a toothy smile spreading across his stubbly face. It was from that moment that Cas' will to cook amazing meals really kicked off, wanting nothing more than to see that blissful look on Dean's face again. Chicken, beef, fish, pastries, vegetables; you name it, Dean tried them all. And each time it had Dean in food heaven, delighted when not a crumb or a speck of sauce was left on his plate. Over the months the angel would slowly make a little bit more and made sure to make extra. Where before Dean would be stuffed to the brim after a couple plates, now he could plow through them like it was nothing. Eagerly looking to his angel in hopes of a 3rd or 4th serving. Cas also noticed that, curiously enough, with Dean's expanding appetite, came an expending waistline.
When they'd lie in their memory foam bed and were pressed close, chest to back, he'd gently run his hand over Dean's soft thighs and growing middle. He felt soft and pliant, something Cas instantly falls in love with. It isn't until he hears Dean in his room a few weeks later that he thinks he might not share the adoration of his cute pudge. "Cas, I'm gonna have to lay off the extra helpings." he huffs as he tries in vein to get his jeans buttoned up. "I thought you enjoyed my cooking Dean." it's probably the sullen way he says that that gets Dean to look up, "You're cooking is badass, believe me but..." Cas looks curiously at Dean, head a tilt. Why does he suddenly look so shy? The way the blood rushes to his cheeks is..cute. He swallows thickly before mumbling,
"I'm packing a little extra if ya hadn't noticed." Cas looks on at his partner for a few seconds, "Of course I've noticed Dean." he doesn't understand what this has to do with wanting to eat less though. Dean stutters for a moment, Cas notices how his hands try to cover up the large bulge of his belly. He coughs before plastering on an embarrassed smile, "I'll get rid of it soon enough." his eyebrows furrow deeply at this, what's wrong?
"Why? I like it." he walks a few steps towards Dean and watches as he sputters. "Wh- you-- you still like my fatass?" he scoffs at Dean's description and smiles warmingly at the gorgeous soul in front of him, "Dean, if orders from the archangels, brainwashing, and kicking me out of the bunker weren't enough to keep me from liking you, what makes you think 'this' will?" he asks with an emphasising squeeze to a sizeable muffin top. He's pleased at the gasp and sudden redness that fills Dean cheeks, "Low blow Cas..." the angel rolls his eyes and presses a quick kiss to Dean's lips, "What I'm trying to say is, after everything that we've been through for the past 8 years, did you /really/ think this would be the thing to drive me away?"
"Yeah ok, y'don't gotta rub it in--" He stop abruptly when he feels Cas cup his face. "You are beautiful Dean. You're personality, your voice, your laugh, your body and soul. I'll take and cherish it all. I wouldn't trade meeting you in that barn for anything Father would offer."
Somewhere in his confession he found himself breathing Dean in, their noses just barely touching. He blinks rapidly, telling himself it's not because he's suddenly misty eyed as he swallows the lump in his throat, "Anyone ever tell you you're a sap?" a rush of air escapes Cas' nose as his smile grows wider and he pulls Dean's face that little bit closer. He won't mention how Dean's little moans as they share deep kisses sound relieved, almost desperate for more. A minute or so is spent caressing each other's mouths, a certain angel's hands quietly mapping out all of Dean's extra skin and tracing random random little stretch marks that sparsely cover his belly. Another quiet whimper escapes as callous hands wrap around his neck, "So..does this mean I don't have to cut back?" he asks in a rough whisper. Dean tilts his head to the side, allowing Cas access to his lightly padded neck.
"Never." is the only hoarse response Dean gets before he lets out a content sigh as his angel litters his soft neck with butterfly kisses and licks.
*It's ok, he stills loves you, idiot.* A tiny part of his mind reassures him, you could be 400 lbs and he'd still adore you. He's not sure why that thought suddenly sends a hot bolt of arousal straight to his dick; it doesn't help when Cas' wandering hands travel down to the swell of his ass and squeeze. A short moan escapes his lips before Cas presses their hips together and he can feel their half clothed erections.
"Ugh...Cas...after that sappy-ass speech you better be ready to plow right in." it's hot, it's getting too hot. Lovehandles be damned, he wants his clothes off now. His ears burn at the growl Cas lets out, his mojo making picking up Dean and pressing him against the wall as he wraps his thicker thighs around the angel's slim hips a cinch. It's weird knowing now that Cas is ok with his recent weight-gain, but he still can look at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen...maybe it won't be so bad if he ends up a little bigger by the end of the year.
Not that he'd try of course.