“I do not need reading glasses,” Dean huffed, shooting Cas a sharp look of betrayal across the mattress.

Cas smiled softly, reaching out and trailing a fingertip across Dean’s cheek before pressing his lips to his cheekbone. “You’ve been squinting at that cooking book for the last 20 minutes.”

“Have not.”

“Have too,” Cas said, nuzzling his nose behind his husband’s ear. “You’re getting older-”

“You’re calling me old, now? That’s not what you were saying earlier when I did that thing you like,” Dean shot back, fingers dancing down Cas’ chest.

Cas hummed lightly, darting another press of lips to Dean’s collarbone before shifting on the bed. A second later, he nudged a pair of reading glasses onto the bridge of Dean’s nose; the same ones Claire had gotten for him as a joke a few months ago but Cas had actually found quite helpful.

Frowning, Dean adjusted the glasses and looked down at the page, only to grumble a second later because he could actually see better now.

“Beautiful,” Cas murmured, tilting Dean’s head down to steal a kiss.

“Shut up,” Dean muttered fondly, leaning into the kiss and pushing the cooking book further down the bed until he could wrap his arms around Cas’ waist.

Dean conveniently didn’t mention his struggle to see the pages of books or his phone as the weeks went on. But Cas spent a few extra minutes at the grocery store scanning the reading glasses to pick out a few pairs for Dea- for ‘himself.’ He started leaving them in places around the house for Dean to 'steal’ instead of having to get his own.

Anytime Cas saw Dean wearing one of the reading glasses, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and stealing a kiss with a hushed, “beautiful,” or “gorgeous,” against Dean’s lips. There truly wasn’t anything in this world more beautiful in Cas’ eyes then getting to see his husband getting older and living the retired domestic life he deserved.