Sunset - Destiel fanfiction

Sunset

Dean was beyond exhausted, he pushed the door to the bunker open and literally stumbled inside.

"This hunt has been...something." Dean muttered breathless, more to himself than to Sam or Cas, who were following him inside.

"Yeah." Sam said, immediately making his way to his room by dragging his tired feet along the hallway.

It was just a normal hunt like any other, but somehow it was more exhausting than usual.

Dean pushed the jacket off his shoulders, letting the black leather slap to the floor. He tossed his duffle bag against one of the pillars in the main hall and dropped himself into the couch he added to the bunker months ago.

It was old, brown leather or whatever it was. Dean was too tired to care.

His eyes were already closed as his body came in contact with the couch, a huffed sigh escaping him. Slowly he could feel his muscles relax as his eyelids grew heavy.

Another pair of feet found their way through the bunker. It was Cas, clueless about his own whereabouts as he let his trench coat drop and loosened his tie.

His eyes caught Dean, his white shirt giving off some clue on what could be beneath, but Cas couldn't think about that right now.

His feet led him to the probably sleeping hunter before he carefully dropped himself onto Dean. Cas let out a huff, his nose buried in the place between Dean's neck and shoulder as he inhaled his scent. The smell of cigarettes, sweat and gasoline made him relax like nothing else.

Cas looked up, seeing Dean's eyes still closed, his breathing calm and quiet. Cas thought he would push him off or say he should move to his room, but instead, Dean said nothing.

One of Cas' hands lay on Dean's chest, and the second, in Dean's neck, feeling the warmth radiate off of him.

This was comfortable, even more than Cas could imagine. Dean's steady breathing in a slow rhythm with his heartbeat.

Dean sighed, his body shifting a slight bit as one of his arms comes around Castiel's upper body.

"What are you doing here?" Dean mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"I wanted to lie on the couch."

"With or without me on it?"

"With you."

Dean didn't say anything after that and Cas was afraid he'd somehow hurt him with what he said, but soon Dean pushed him a little down so that Cas would lie on his chest completely.

The angel smiled softly as he closed his eyes, feeling Dean's rough fingers run through his hair. Cas removed his hand from Dean's chest, grasping Dean's hand as he gently locked his fingers with the slightly bigger ones of the hunter.

Still Dean stayed quiet, he had nothing to say and it was good the way it was. Cas could feel Dean's thumb running up and down his own, making his heart flutter and his stomach tighten.

"Sleep, Cas." Dean said, and Cas heard the rumbling of his voice through his chest, nodding ever so slightly as he did what Dean said and slowly drifted off to sleep.