perlukafari:

Cas has somehow picked up the habit of feeding Dean.

It starts subtle, with him occasionally and silently pushing plates towards Dean to encourage him to  eat from them. Dean always does without second thought. He doesn’t even notice when Cas starts offering his fork instead of a plate, just accepting that as well.

He does notice, however, when Cas puts the fork right in front of his mouth, clearly expecting Dean to eat from it while he’s still holding it. After a moment’s hesitation Dean does, not realizing until his mouth is around the fork how close he is to Cas like this. He pulls back, cheeks flushing, but Cas doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing.

He keeps offering Dean his fork this way, and Dean keeps eating from it, even though it makes his heart pound and stomach twist with… something every time he does. In a weird way, having Cas feed him kind of makes him feel cared for, and boy is that not something he’s ready to look into further.

Then, one morning, Cas offers him a blueberry right out of his hand. Dean stares at it, already feeling his cheeks turning red, unsure of what to do.

“Uh,” he says.

And Cas just looks at him, eyes calm, and it’s in that moment that Dean realizes he knew what he was doing the whole time. “It’s all right, Dean.”

Dean’s leaning forward before he’s even aware that he’s moved, and then his lips are wrapping around the berry, brushing against Cas’ fingers as they do. Dean’s tongue darts out, flickering against salty skin, and then he pulls away.

He’s half-expecting Cas to look disgusted, but he just smiles. “Good boy.”

His voice is low and rumbling, and combined with his intense gaze it makes Dean feel weak in the knees. 

Oh…weak in knees..and other places…