Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fourteen

Dean, who had failed his task at being guard, was passively snoozing in the shared bed. Falling victim to Kyiah's ever restorative, mellow, spirit. And for the first time in weeks, he'd gotten sleep deep enough to actually dream. All about Kai. Again. His arms comfortably locked around her figure, feeling her snuggled beneath them, her head peacefully resting along his abdomen.

"Dean." Cas's flat voice shakes him into waking. Jumping from his slumped position, instinctively dropping his arm in front of Kyiah's body.

"Jesus." He gasps, exhaling some loaded breaths.

"You flatter me." Castiel courts with a virtuous tilt of his head. Dean grumbles sardonically, rubbing his eyes while the angel remains statuesque. Dean addresses the silence, groggily shaking his head. "Can I help you?"

"It's dark. We need to get moving. The sooner this is over, the sooner we move Kyiah back to the bunker."

"Right...Is Sam-"

"Sam's awake, he's working on amo."

"Okay." Dean sighs. "We'll be out in a second." He gently adjusts Kyiah's head into a pillow and rises to his feet. Castiel scans his lovers body, staring down at the crotch of his jeans. Dean irritatedly places his hands across his package, as Cas's gaze transfers to Kyiah. Seeing her in just her jeans and cropped tank top, her jackets at the foot of the bed. He flashes a squinted grimace to Dean before zapping out of the room. "Geez." He mutters, closing the door after him. Crossing back to the bed to taking a moment to admire Kyiah's effortless beauty. "Kai." He nudges affectionately. She let out a grumpy hum, getting him to wearily grin, shoving a little harder. "Come on, Princess. It's time to get up." She groans Lourdes, firmly tossing the back of her hand to his crotch. Dean huffs an audible "oof" and stumbles back. Giving a weakened chuckle at her very on target brutality.

"Stop, calling me, Princess." She growls, sluggishly sitting upright. Rustling a hand through long, loose, curls. Letting her growing bangs shape her saintly cheeks. He painfully clears his throat.

"Good aim." Dean chokes. "But I'm deducting points for poor sportsmanship." He exhales a tight breath with a jerk of his head, limping to the dresser chair. Kyiah scrunches her eyes, watching Dean redress his denim and plain black tee with caramel flannel, and a navy blue jacket. She props herself up on an elbow. Dazily eating away at her vision of him. The tousled hair, sleepy skin, his crackling morning voice. The intimate side of him. Unable to defy her surging infatuation, now kicked into over drive after seeing the much softer, lucent, angle. He catches onto her sneaking gaze, flexing his posture, spying her gracefully get to her feet. She lowers her focus, slipping into a pair of black jeans and Dean turns his back in wait. She exchanges her thin tank top for a mesh, black, crop top. Baring a slim cut out across the chest. Adding on an eyelet belt accessory and fashionably matched leather jacket in compliment her perfectly kept eyeliner.

"Thanks, for last night." She remarks quietly, as she finishes the straps of her combat boots. Walking over to him as he pops his jacket collar, styling up his short chestnut hair.

"You we're a little out of it, huh?" He teases, putting on a brave tone. Turning over just as she gets up on her toes, right in his face, and presses her lips against his. Giving a heartfelt kiss. Her palm longingly resting to his tepid heart, feeling it flutter as he romantically complies.

"Shut up." She advises breathlessly. Pulling away just enough to see his marvelous face. "Just, have my back out there." Kyiah pleads. Taking another moment to absorb his comforting creases, the minimal freckles, and plump lips before leaving a second, more tender, peck. Watching his eyes close against her contact. His arm sliding around her figure in order to press her against him once more. The two of them break, leaning against each other before Kyiah lowers flat onto her feet. Her hand trailing off his chest as she steps away. Walking out the door, and down the hall. Leaving Dean pasted in place. Taking it all in, before stuffing it deep inside. Putting the whole thing away, and following her out into the cabin's living room.