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Anonymous asked: "Where can I read Twist and Shout?"

Lol, buddy, I hate to break it to you but…you’re in a forest. There are no computers here…you are with nature now. 


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Castiel wakes up on the edge of his small bed, blankets barely covering his body, and he grunts in frustration, trying to roll over over and tug the blankets back over him, but he can’t do either. He struggles some, but finally manages to roll onto his other side, and he spots Dean sprawled out across the bed, half of the blankets tucked beneath him, and a pillow under his head, and one over his head. Castiel frowns. This bed is not big enough for a wolf to be sprawled across.
[[MORE]]He sits up and grabs the blanket in both of his hands, tugging at them, but Dean doesn’t move, and he doesn’t wake either. He’s still, and Cas can hear his snoring from beneath the pillow. There’s going to be no easy way to do this - waking Dean and getting what he wants - but he’s going to at least try.
Cas crawls over and tugs the pillow off of Dean’s head, and he still doesn’t stir; just lays there, mouth parted, snoring softly as Cas begins to move, attempting to tug the pillow out from beneath his head. One of Dean’s ears twitch, and Cas freezes when Dean moves and grabs hold of the pillow, his hold too strong for Cas. Cas makes a displeased sound and moves down to work on the blankets.
He just wants to get the blankets back, wants to get Dean on his own side of the bed, and get back to sleep. Why can’t anything be simple.
He works on trying to get the blankets out from beneath Dean, tugging at them and stifling the soft sounds he makes, though he knows that Dean won’t wake from just his soft grunts of frustration. Dean is much larger than Cas, heavier, and this is not an easy task for a deer of his size. He gives one last hard tug, and Dean grunts and rolls over onto his back, smacking his lips and flicking his ears, cracking his eyes open to look up at Cas.
"Mm, morning, baby," he mumbles sleepily, giving Cas a small smile.
"It’s not morning, Dean, it’s still night. Now move so I can have these blankets, I’m freezing."
Dean grumbles and moves, pulling the blankets out from beneath him, and Cas’ lips twitch up into a small smile, taking them and spreading them out evenly, and then he takes the pillow he pulled off of Dean’s head and puts it on his side of the bed before settling down.
"What was that all about?" Dean asks sleepily, scooting close to Cas and draping an arm over him, pulling him close.
"You were taking up the entire bed, and wouldn’t give up the blankets. I was cold and had no room."
Dean hums softly and nuzzles against Cas’ cheek, kissing him there softly.
"Are you happy now?"
Cas smiles and nods to himself, moving to kiss Dean on the mouth, and he feels Dean’s lips twitch up into a smile before he kisses Cas back. “I am, Dean. Much happier.”
"That’s good, darling. Now go back to sleep."
Cas nuzzles against Dean and wraps an arm around his middle, closing his eyes.
"I love you, Dean."
"I love you too-"
"But if you hog the bed again, I’m kicking you out and making you sleep outside."

Castiel wakes up on the edge of his small bed, blankets barely covering his body, and he grunts in frustration, trying to roll over over and tug the blankets back over him, but he can’t do either. He struggles some, but finally manages to roll onto his other side, and he spots Dean sprawled out across the bed, half of the blankets tucked beneath him, and a pillow under his head, and one over his head. Castiel frowns. This bed is not big enough for a wolf to be sprawled across.

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There’s a knock at the door, and Castiel sets his knitting needles and yarns aside before standing and brushing his vest off. There’s another knock, and Cas groans softly, picking up his pace before Dean begins to knock so hard he knocks the door off of its hinges. When he reaches the door, he opens it, peeking outside, and Dean smiles at him, wide and wolfish, ears flicking atop his head.
[[MORE]]”The sun’s going down.”
"I know, Dean," Cas steps back and opens the door wider to let Dean in, gasping when Dean takes him off guard and slides an arm around his waist, leaning down to brush his lips against Cas’.
"Did you miss me?"
"You were here only a few hours ago," Cas huffs and rolls his eyes as Dean slinks away and walks into the small house, fingers trail over the furniture as he makes his way into the kitchen.
"Did you make dinner?"
"You ask too many questions, Dean."
He walks after Dean into the kitchen, who’s searching through Cas’ cabinets for something to eat, before Cas gently pushes him out of the way to get to his leaves  in the cabinet. He retrieves two mugs and sets them on the counter, and sets the tea strainer over one, places tea leaves into it.
"You didn’t save me anything," Dean frowns, and Cas rolls his eyes, setting the kettle onto the stove. Dean leans against the counter and reaches out to flick at Cas’ ear, watching it flick as Cas turns to fix him with a look.
"Because I know you’ve already eaten at your home, and you don’t need to come over here and eat all of my food, Dean."
"Aw, c’mon, Cas, I’m still hungry though," Dean whines and pouts, ears flattening and tail sagging.
"Quit pouting and go wait for your tea."
Dean huffs before turning away and heading into the living room and plopping into a chair, crossing his arms across his chest. He’ll pout for a few minutes before he gets tired of it; it’s something that Cas has learned about Dean after spending so many years with him. It’s quite endearing though.
Cas laughs to himself and gets a jar of honey that he recently collected, and before long, the kettles screaming and water’s boiling, and he turns the fire off. He’s careful not to burn himself as he pours the water through the strainer, and then does the same with the other mug, mixing a bit of honey into each one.
He carefully takes the mugs into the living room and hands one to tea, warning him not to burn himself before he leans down to gently kiss his forehead and take the seat beside him, immediately scooting close and settling against his side.
"I’m glad you paid me a visit."
Dean nuzzles against his cheek and presses his lips there in a soft kiss before pulling away and blowing at his tea.
"I visit every day.
"Yeah, well, it’s my favorite time of day."
The sun’s already setting outside and it’s getting dark, and Cas knows that Dean doesn’t plan on returning home for the rest of the night. Cas had started the fireplace up before Dean came over, and it crackles and snap in front of them, spreading warmth throughout Cas’ small home, warming both of them to the bone.

There’s a knock at the door, and Castiel sets his knitting needles and yarns aside before standing and brushing his vest off. There’s another knock, and Cas groans softly, picking up his pace before Dean begins to knock so hard he knocks the door off of its hinges. When he reaches the door, he opens it, peeking outside, and Dean smiles at him, wide and wolfish, ears flicking atop his head.

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