(Castiel's POV)
So, lately I have been mainly hanging out with the Winchesters. No angels, no Father, nobody else, and it is a bit relieving. Not having to worry about the others finding out about me and Dean, not worrying about them shaming me or disowning me. I once thought myself it was wrong to be this way, to be in the arms of another man. It was thought to be extremely sinful, to lie with another man in any other way than friendship, or anyway at all really. But now I know, from my father himself, that it is fine. It is ok to love and hold another man. To be with another man, even if you are a man yourself. He specifically made us this way, he made us possible.
Now, in this moment, I am waking up to powerful, strong arms wrapped around me. The arms of the man of love, the man I want to share the rest of our lives with. Well, the rest of his life. I don't want to lose him, I wish I could put him in a jar. Put him in a place that will keep him safe forever. I wish I could somehow slow this all down, slow down time and aging. I wish I could make this all last forever. But, I can't, I can't do that. Time will continue on and everything will continue. Time has no mercy, time doesn't care whether you have 10 years or 10 days. Fate is bound to happen no matter what, what has been destined for you is going to happen. This I know, this I understand, but I am afraid that Dean wont. Dean always thinks he can outrun fate and time, he thinks he can not only walk the line, but jump right over it. That scares me, because I know otherwise. I know one day, Dean Winchester is going to.....die. And there is no more coming back. No more deals and no more anything. Just death staring you right in the face, literally.
Light finally begins to shine through between the curtains of our room and shines onto Deans face, sending a glow over his features. I didn't sleep much last night, maybe just an hour or so. So I was a bit tired, but the sight in front of me was refreshing, yet breathtaking. His eyelashes rested right on top of his cheeks, a golden shine to them. and his lips looked a few shades brighter, a vibrant pink tint to them. All his freckles seemed to darken against his now bright face, I could possibly even point them all out. Dean began to move a bit, but I just pull him close. He settles his face in my chest, takes in a deep breath and smiles,"Have you been hanging around all those bees again?"
"What? Why would you ask such an absurd question? I...........yeah.. How do you know?" I say in defeat and Dean lets out a sort of giggle.
"You reek of honey babe. It is a little obvious, but that's ok. It's cute, your little connection with that bee hive of yours." Dean says and I hug him tighter, if that is even possible.
We end up just laying there for a while, taking in each others presence, we have done this a lot lately. Just hanging out or laying together, taking in each other. But we need to break this....laziness. I am not used to doing so much....nothing. I decide it is time to get up and flash out of Deans grasp, I stand by the door fully dressed and Dean whines. "You can't do that to me. It is not fair, please come back. I am cold." Dean pouts and tries to do puppy eyes at me.
It nearly works, but I tear my eyes away from his and grunt,"No, we need to start going back on hunts. It is what you do Dean, and you haven't been on a single hunt since you where possessed. It has been almost two months! You need to eat and exercise. This is not healthy for you!" I scold Dean and he only rolls his eyes.
"Come on Cassie, I am fine. This is actually good for me. A little break. Anyways, babe, I have been doing this my whole life, with NO BREAKS. So a few months off won't hurt anyone." Dean shrugs and lays back down, playing with a loose string on his duvet.
"Oh really Dean? What about the people you aren't saving? All the cases you could have gone to and finished?" I ask and Dean sits up, a strange look on his face.
