— dean. —
it's ten am.
little smokey scribbles of blue and white fill the sky.
the clouds look fluffier than usual,
the sky looks bluer too.
the trees look greener too.
it's strange, there's one simple change in dean's and castiel's life now, and suddenly nature is more vibrant, it's funny really. "m.." he hears a small groan from beside him. the angel turns over to see dean, he's finally awake.
castiel doesn't sleep. it's an angel thing. but he still likes laying on the bed. more so, he likes to watch dean sleep. he can tell if he has a nightmare since he doesn't require sleep anyhow, dean sometimes has nightmares of his time in hell. castiel wishes he could erase those memories, but he can't. so he'll just run his fingers through his hair while he sleeps, waits for his love to calm down, and he does.
usually, castiel has his room,
but since sam is out for three more days.
it didn't seem necessary to not share a room.
dean's stretching, covering his mouth as he yawns.
his intense green eyes blink out the light in his eyes, as he rolls closer to castiel, there's not much light where castiel is. but now the light isn't the problem, castiel is the problem. he's practically captured dean in his arms. "how do you have so much energy in the morning.." dean groans, earning a sweet kiss against his neck.
"i don't sleep." castiel whispers, grinning against his hair. "yeah, well i do." dean grunts, shutting his eyes as he feels soft kisses against his hairline, down to his neck. it's a sweet gesture. the little kisses make him feel relaxed, castiel hopes anyhow. "are you getting up?" castiel asks, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek, dean can't fight his smile. "no. five more minutes."
"really?" castiel replied, sitting up as he gently climbed over dean, who turned his body to lay on his back. he's looking up at the angel, with tired eyes. pretty earthy green look into his eyes, he has freckles dusting from both cheeks to the bridge of his nose, and the angel wants to kiss every single freckle. "i thought we could.." castiel leans down, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, which makes the hunter tickle. "could...?" dean raises an eyebrow, placing a hand on his head, sliding his fingers through his messy brown curls, he loves cass's bed head.
and castiel loves when dean touches his hair. honestly, castiel just loves dean. loves everything about him, even the bad things. he loves him when he's breaking things. he loves him when he's angry. he loves him when he's broken. he'll love him no matter what.
"i need a shower. would you like to join me?" castiel smiles at him, it sounds suggestive, it seems like dean certainly wants it to head that way, castiel just wanted to shower with dean, he didn't want to be anywhere without him, but sex sounds nice too. "dude, how are you this horny at ten in the morning?" dean almost can't stifle his laughter, castiel merrily shrugs. "it's an angel thing," he replies playfully, suddenly earning a smack of a pillow in the face, seems like dean's awake now.
dean's laughing, and it's perfect. everything about this morning is perfect. castiel wants to have a thousand more mornings like this. "god, you suck." dean almost giggles when castiel ignores the brutal pillow attack and just goes back to putting kisses everywhere on dean, kissing each freckle. "... stupid, go in the shower. i'll be there in a bit." dean sighs softly, caressing his fingers against the back of his neck.
"no, i don't want you anywhere i'm not." castiel says. it's brutally romantic, but dean doesn't have time to overthink it because castiel is throwing him over his shoulder and taking him to the bathroom. "dude! you suck!" dean whines, gently punching castiel in the back as he hums happily while walking them to the shower. "you would've tried to fall back asleep." castiel smiles, setting him down, dean's already furious, crossing his arms. but it doesn't last long. castiel peels off his shirt, dropping it against the floor, green eyes widening in an instant.
