A/N: Hey moosen! *Moriaty voice* Did you miss me? Gabriel: nah they missed me and Sam. Me: GABRIEL DONT BE A LITTLE SNOT! JUST FOR THAT IM MAKING THIS A DESTIEL ONE SHOT. Sam: See what you did? Always have to poke the bear don't you? Gabriel: Shut up. You know we can, keep ourselves busy. Me: ew.

Okay enjoy the little Destiel fic.

Dean's POV:

My eyelids lifted to see the room I loved so much all around me. The beige walls were filled with a poster here, and some photos there. My dresser had a picture of me and my "friend" Castiel, my little angel. I sighed. He was the man of my dreams. Unfortunately he was my roommate and was utterly clueless when it came to this type of thing. I looked down at my blue sheets, and threw my green blanket over my head.

I could hear a faint knock from outside of my bedroom door. "Dean, are you Uh, 'decent' as you always say?" Cas asked his gravely voice making my heart beat race. I chuckled at the memory of his dorky little roommate walking in on him changing. I was wearing tight boxers, and no shirt, and I also recall the little virgin blushing at the sight.

"Uh yeah. I just woke up. Come on in," I looked down and discovered I fell asleep in my jeans and tight black t-shirt. He walked in, and I smirked at the fact his eyes were glued to my t-shirt. I noticed he was holding waffles in a little take out container. "Hey waffle boy, my eyes are up here," I joked making him blush tomato red. He cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly. "I just came in here to give you some waffles I got from IHOP. I knew you might want some, so after I ate I bought them, and here they are," he said shifting his eyes around the room. He just stood there for a moment, and I chuckled and beckoned him forward. "Well don't be a stranger. Come over here so I can eat my breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day," I teased with a certain glint in my eyes that left Castiel puzzled.

He walked over to me, pulling at the ends of his trench coat'a sleeves. Without warning, I grabbed his wrist, and pulled him on top of me. I yanked the waffles from his grip, and put them on the side table. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to eat yet," I teased, with a smirk. I flipped him over, and grabbed his hand. I backed up, and put my body in between his legs. His trench coat was hanging off the side of the bed, and his knees were up pointing to the ceiling.

"Well.... Now I want to eat breakfast," I smirked as I said this in a low tone. "It is on the bedside table Dean...." Cas spoke in a flustered tone. "I'm not planning on eating the waffles Cas," I said before leaning even closer to him, putting all my weight in between his legs. "What.... If you're not going to eat the-" I couldn't take his clueless anymore and I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him. All my sexual frustration, and a lot of his came out in that little kiss.

When I pulled away for air, Cas mumbled, "I rather like breakfast," making me let out a laugh before going back to resume our make out session.

A/N: Sorry if it's bad. I just wanted to try out first person, and I don't really like it all that must tbh. I think with these one shots in going to stick with third person. I hope y'all have an awesome week! Byeeeee MOOSEENNNNNN