Dean felt...comfortable. For the first time in a long time he felt warm, at home, somehow fulfilled. He felt the heat of the blanket, just right, not too hot like usual, he felt the plush of the pillow beneath him, perfectly soft, not too flat like it usually felt, and the arms wrapped around him, they made him feel like he was a little kid again, snuggling up to his mother after a bad dream had woken him. He was stirring in the late morning light, blinking lazily at the ceiling. He rolled to his side, eyes closed peacefully, ignoring the oncoming headache from the previous night.
Oh, right... 'LAST NIGHT' his eyes flew open to meet Castiel's.
"Cas!" He sat up fast, scooting away from the Angel.
"Wha-what happened. Am I-" he looked down at his chest and realized he had no shirt on, just as the Angel next to him didn't either.
"Holy shit, did we?"
Castiel laughed. "No, Dean. We just, uh...'fooled around'."
"How did we get here? Weren't we out in the--"
"I put us here. You looked uncomfortable."
Dean sat. The headache hitting him full force, now. His eyes widened as he ran his hands through his hair.
"God, Cas. This isn't good. This is bad. I mean, this is Titanic-hits-the-iceberg bad."
"I don't understand. It felt very good last night, to me."
"Exactly. I mean-dammit, Cas. We can't be..."
"We can't be what, Dean."
"I mean, you're an Angel. Can they even have sex? Is love even a thing inside the pearly gates?"
"We are capable of love, yes."
"We can't do this again, Cas. I mean, God, I'd like to. But--Sam? What will he think of...of us. Not that what we did, was really a thing, we were drunk. But-but- oh God, I need a drink."
Dean dropped down onto his pillow, his hands covering his face. Castiel lowered himself as well, gently removing Dean's hands with his own and placing a quick, close mouthed kiss on his lips. He gently pulled away to meet eyes with Dean.
"I don't know what we are doing. But I can feel that whatever this is, right now. I like it. It doesn't matter if it's nothing. We should enjoy it. And if you do enjoy it, as I do; you deserve at least so much as to let yourself."
This time, it was Dean who reached out to kiss Castiel. Tenderly caressing the rugged face with his own war torn hands.
"I guess you could be right. Where's the bad in trying something new..." Dean said in between kisses. He rolled Castiel to his back, each kiss becoming progressively more passionate.
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The Impossible Happy
FanfictionI've never written a description before. But from what I've seen, it usually has some lil bit of the story that really makes you want to read more. So, here goes: (this is a bit from chap 1) "The Angel, Castiel, was worried. He had done everything...
