It was around 6 AM, and as Castiel walked into the main room of the bunker, he could see Dean sitting there, without shirt and in sweatpants.. Damn, he looked hot as fuck with that bed-head.

Castiel could see perfectly how Dean was eating pancakes and drinking a beer, and he approached, contemplating the view.. He did that every time Dean got that bed-head, one of his best likings from Dean in secret.. And Dean was already aware of such a thing, but he was too tired for caring.. For now.

' Good morning, Dean.. '

Cass spoke, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes were locked in Dean's form.. His wings were spread wide.. That if Dean could see them.