Title: Heaven is Overrated
Author: shink_fic
Disclaimer: I lie
Rating: G
Word Count: ~450
Genre/ Pairing: Dean/Castiel, schmoop
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sugary enough to make your teeth hurt
Summary: For the dean/castiel kinkmeme- Dean shows Cas the joy of spending a day lazing around in your PJ's or comfy clothes making him ditch the coat and suit and lending him sweats and a T-shirt. Lazy behavior and kissing ensues.

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It's a Sunday, the lord's day of rest, and Dean informs Castiel that he needs a day off. Castiel doesn't intend to actually take a day off until Dean pulls out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.
   
"Put 'em on," he says, brandishing the clothes at Castiel. He takes them from Dean, feeling their weight and texture in his hand and wonders what it would be like to feel that everywhere. Dean arches an eyebrow at him and Castiel nods. Dean points him towards the bathroom and Castiel goes.
   
His suit feels strange as he takes it off, having worn it as long as he's been on earth, and his shirt scratches as he unbuttons it. Dean's clothes, however, are perfect. Soft and loose and worn in, the shirt soft and hanging well past his waist, the over-stretched waist of the pants low on his hips. They rub against his skin as he walks back out to Dean, carrying his old clothes in a bundle that Dean promptly tells him to drop on the floor.
   
Dean is curled on one side of the couch, Sam on the other, both watching something on TV. A man runs back and forth, dressed in all black, waving a sword at another man in a pitched battle over rocky terrain. Dean sips a beer and Sam grins shyly at him, still slightly uncomfortable around Castiel.
   
"What is this?" Castiel asks as he sits between the brothers.
   
"The Princess Bride," Sam says as Dean grunts. The older brother glares at the younger.
   
"You're such a geek," Dean says.
   
"You like it too," Sam retorts, a little half smile on his face.
   
Castiel sits between them, a bit awkwardly, but slowly relaxing as time goes on. The man in black, Wesley as it turns out, defeats his opponent an moves on to another, defeating him too. He finally reaches his love only to have her not recognize him. Castiel's back is against Dean's chest, resting across him and moving with his breaths. Sam grins and hands Castiel a beer, refraining from whatever teasing is on his mind.
   
Dean finishes his beer and plants a soft kiss in Castiel's hair, and Castiel doesn't think it's his first, since he normally doesn't do anything like this in front of Sam, but he won't complain. He turns his head to the side and lets Dean trail down to his mouth, kissing him lazy and slow, just lips working against each other in a way that makes Castiel want more and feel breathless.
   
Sam snorts and mutters, "get a room," under his breath, sounding to happy for Castiel to take him seriously.

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