Chapter Text
It’s not the first thing Dean notices once he and Cas return to the bunker, but it’s the most disconcerting by far. They had gotten burritos, and Cas is eating his like he hasn’t eaten in days. Dean doesn’t think anything of it at first because, well, the only time he ever saw Cas eat was when he was stuffing his face with literally hundreds of cheeseburgers. But now, as Dean sees how Cas’ clothes swallow him more than usual and how his face looks drawn not just with tiredness but with hunger, Dean begins to panic. Cas is starving. Literally starving.
Dean feels Cas’ eyes following him as he leaves the room, but he doesn’t say anything because he plans on coming right back. He rummages around in the kitchen for a bit, getting more frustrated by the second because damn it why don’t they ever stock this place with some real food.
When Dean finally returns, Cas has finished the burrito and is staring at the wall in concentration.
"You OK, buddy?" Dean asks as he sets a plate of spaghetti on the table in front of Cas.
"What is that?"
"Pasta’s good for feeling full. You ever had it before?"
Cas shakes his head, stares at the plate.
"You’re still hungry though, right?"
Cas nods and swallows, still staring at the plate.
Dean doesn’t even ask Cas if he’s allowed to do what he does next. Cas is still so ignorant of social cues that he probably doesn’t think anything of it when Dean sits on the edge of the table to face him, spins some noodles onto a fork and offers it to him.
Dean feels his heart jump when Cas leans forward, closes his eyes and takes the bite with a moan.
"That’s very good, Dean."
Dean piles more spaghetti on the fork and doesn’t bother not staring as Cas eats it enthusiastically. They make it through the entire plate without speaking.
Dean sets the fork down and watches as Cas leans back in the chair and takes a stilted breath. Cas absentmindedly places his hand on his stomach and tilts his head toward the ceiling.
"I like spaghetti."
"Cas, was that the first time you’ve had a proper meal?"
"Possibly. It’s hard to remember."
"Are you full now?"
Cas hesitates, but then nods once.
Dean immediately goes back to the kitchen and returns to find Cas in his exact same relaxed position.
"Keep your eyes closed, buddy," Dean says as he sits back on the table. "OK, open your mouth."
Cas obliges and Dean places a Hershey kiss on his tongue.
Cas chews around the candy and asks, “Is this chocolate?”
"Yeah, you like it?"
"Yes, please tell me you have more."
Dean continues unwrapping the assortment of candy he found in the kitchen, feeling his dick get a little more interested every time Cas wraps his lips around the food and consequently Dean’s fingers.
After they’ve made it through at least 10 pieces of candy, Cas opens his eyes and says, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
"Here, let me help you." Dean slides off the table and helps Cas remove his hoodie. Dean smiles when he sees that Cas’ stomach has found nowhere to put the food, so it pushes out against his t-shirt and looks ridiculous compared to his starving frame.
Dean reaches down and begins rubbing back and forth across Cas’ abdomen. Cas sighs and lets his eyes slip closed again.
"I’m sorry. I gave you too much food. I’m not going to lie, you’re probably going to be sick later since you haven’t eaten real food like that before."
"I don’t care." Cas sounds so relaxed that Dean is not even surprised when his hand comes up and covers Dean’s own and guides Dean’s hand all along his swollen stomach. "You’ll do this again for me, right?"
"Yeah, Cas. Anything you want."