Dean's Angel

Dean rubbed a hand over his angel's hair. Cas was sleepy, and he stretched a long arm across Dean's torso, smacking his swollen lips lazily. Dean carefully reached a hand around his neck to pull at his tan trenchcoat, slowly pulling at the fabric until Cas' arms slid from the oversized sleeves. He kicked it from the bed, and pulled up the comforter over him and Cas. The ex-angel sighed in content as he nuzzled into the Hunter's belly and abdomen.

He was so happy to be with Cas like this, sleepy kisses and cuddles and soft sighs. His hands against Cas' slim hips when they kiss, Cas' elongated fingers twining into his thick hair. Holding hands across the console of the Impala as they drive cross-country to do what they do best as Sam sleeps in the backseat, his head propped up on an old pillow, using a quilt as a blanket. And especially when they switch, Sam driving and Cas and Dean in the backseat. Barely enough room to fit two people, so they find new, creative ways to twine their legs together or prop up arms and necks and elbows. They drape Cas' trenchcoat over them and snuggle together, borrowing body heat as the Impala glides across roads, dirt paths, gravel driveways, and the blacktop of parking lots. Pulling their arms over their heads to block out any light if Sam stops for gas or for a restroom.

Everything's so much better now that he and Cas are finally, finally together.

He'd denied it for so long, brushing off butterflies in his belly and sudden, unexpected blushing as nerves or whatnot. Dean had cared for Cas for a long time now, but until two years ago, he saw it as a brotherly-type love, saw Cas as a member of his family, not a romantic interest or even, hell, a boyfriend. Sure, he'd 'been' with guys before, but usually it had been because he was drunk. Or feeling edgy and like doing something different.

It had always been sex, just meaningless, stupid sex. Just something carnal and primal, two people giving each other satisfaction.

Cas was different, though.

Cas never cared about just the sex; he'd never even had sex before he and Dean. Everything was new to him- kissing and snuggling and calling each other silly pet names, having tickle fights. Even after the last two years.

For Cas, it was the chemistry, being special to Dean, the little moments when they get lost in each other.

Dean's never been in a relationship like this. It's all new territory, a treasure map he and Cas are drawing as they go along the route, passing the pen back and forth like badminton players with a birdie.

He loves Cas. Has grown to love him.

He loves Cas.

He loves Castiel so much and he wants to shout it from all the rooftops in the world, waving his arms and hopping up and down like a crazy dude.

He thinks the diamond engagement ring in the velvet box inside his jacket pocket, waiting for the right day, definitely drives his point home.