Saved by Love

Chapter Five: Pillowtalk

The dewy Saturday morning shined through the soft mesh curtains upon the two sleeping figures lying comfortably on a cloud of comforters. The smaller of the two started to stir when the sun had caught his eye. Cas immediately turned on his left side to face the other sleeping figure. Although what he saw was not a face, but a chest - a well formed chest that could be chiseled by the Greek artists themselves. He put a hand on the well-toned chest, roaming his right hand around Dean's upper torso. Dean started to stir as well, but he did not wake - he instead held Castiel in his arms, close enough to put his chin on top of Cas's hair, which he did.

Castiel stood frozen, partially due to the shocking quick gesture of the undisturbed man. However, the main reason for his shock and awkwardness was what he had felt on his leg - for it was something very firm.......and quite large in length and girth. Once Castiel tried to hastily move his leg, sure enough - Dean nearly shuddered awake, but thankfully did not. Once he was out of the arms of the more larger framed man, he walked quickly to the restroom. He looked in the mirror and smiled at himself, he couldn't believe that he had cuddled with such a man. However, Cas remembered that he had slept on the floor. He let Dean have the bed because Dean was his guest and he didn't want to disrupt his sleep since Cas knew he was a cuddler when sleeping. Then he blushed at the realization that Dean was perhaps the one that carried him to the bed.

Cas began to wash his face. He looked in the mirror once more and saw that his stubble was a bit scratchy so he put on some shaving cream and reached for the razor. He tried to put it near his face, but his left hand was shaking. He cursed himself for not putting on his temporary cast when his slept. Although he was a righty, he always liked to do most things with his left hand, and this was one of those things. He sighed heavily. Then he heard a soft, "Good morning". Castiel turned around to see a nearly nude and very toned Dean. His boxer briefs were riding just below his hips, showing his prominent 'V' line. And it didn't help that Dean was walking towards him ever so slowly, whilst scratching his stubble in such a dominate male manner.

"M-morning." Cas stuttered back. Dean saw that Cas had been struggling, seeing that his hand was shaking a bit. Cas looked in the direction Dean was looking and hesitantly asked "Uhm... would you mind helping me shave? I would do it myself but..."
Dean chuckled slightly and moved closer to him. He grabbed Castiel's arm softly and motioned towards the fluffy bed. He gently sat Cas down, went around behind him on the bed, and slowly put Cas's head in between his legs, which Castiel thought was DANGEROUSLY close to Dean's nether regions. But.... for some reason, he didn't mind. It wasn't a sexual motion, it was a more carrying motion. One that would make Cas believe he was in the hands of his one, his only. But how could that be? Cas had only known Dean for five or so months, how could he possibly be in love with Cas? Could it have been fate that brought them together, or was it pure coincidence? And if he was the right guy that Cas had been waiting to come along this whole time, why did he have to be such a hunk of a guy? Not only that, he was shaving his face for god sakes - a kindness that Cas will surely always remember!

Cas was brought out of his thoughts when he felt the razor on his Adam's apple. Dean stopped immediately and said, "Did I hurt you? Did I cut you? Let me see..". Dean pulled Castiel's neck a slight bit more back into his lap, trying to assess the wound Dean thought was there. Cas felt so uncomfortable and very excited at the same time. Dean was just checking to see if he was hurt and Cas just wanted to face palm himself. Then he felt a soft thumb trace from his collar bone, then slowly up towards his neck. Cas closed his eyes and tried to let himself relax under Dean's hands. Dean watched as Cas swallowed and looked more down to his chin. He caressed Castiel's jaw line - making sure he knows every slight reaction that Cas makes. Dean looks down to Castiel's lips, soft and slightly plump. He sees that Cas is biting his lip and the way he drags it slowly out just makes Dean very infatuated in how his lips would feel on Castiel's.