Cold Feet

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"Castiel, I love you, I'd die for you. But if you touch me with your cold feet, I may have to kill you," Sam said, snuggled into Castiel's chest. Castiel had tried to discreetly take off their socks, unable to sleep with them on, they weren't discreet though.

Sam pushed up off of Castiel who proceeded to take off their socks and got up to put them in the hamper, "I'm sorry. I understand you and your sleep deprivation now," Castiel said, climbing back into bed, "I can't sleep with socks on for some reason."

Sam got off the bed and went through his socks, "That's fair and fine," he said, pulling out long thick socks, "But I need to be far away from your cold feet," Sam said. Sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on the socks he just pulled out. He climbed back where Cas was already lying back down. Ready to cuddle once more.

"I like most parts of my new humanity," Castiel murmured as Sam laid back down, fitting together better than a puzzle, "But socks and sleeping are loathed." Sam chuckled, "Yeah, what's your favorite part?"

Castiel lifted the bottom of Sam's chin upwards, leaning down as they did, "Any variation of this." The distance between their lips closed, pressed close together. Sam pushed up, pressing their lips together more firmly, "This is a pretty good part of humanity," Sam mumbled against Castiel's lips. Castiel wholeheartedly agreed.

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