Destiel ;-;

The Calm In The Storm

Dean lay in his bed, asleep, listening to Bon Jovi's Living on a prayer through his headphones at a volume that you shouldn't probably have it at, unless you want early on hearing loss. Castiel knocked lightly,
"Dean?" He said in his low, husky voice. After hearing no reply, Castiel walked inside the small, dark room. He walked over to Dean, and heard the loud music playing, and wondered how he could sleep with rock playing at full volume. After he pondered that, he realized how peaceful Dean looked as he slept... Even cute you could say. Castiel smiled gently, lost in his thoughts about the man that lay before him. He never would have fathomed that he would come to love a something so much, espicially a human. Without realizing it, Castiel leaned down a bit more to analyze Dean closer. He was gorgeous, Castiel thought, subconsciously putting his rough hands onto Dean's cheek. After a few moments, Castiel had an epiphany... He was in love with this man.
Little did Castiel know that Dean had been awake ever since he had put his hand on his own cheek. He continued to keep up the facade that he was asleep, and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps he enjoyed it, he just couldn't bring himself to end this moment that he had taken such pleasure from. Castiel snapped out of his trance, and gingerly removed the headset off of Dean's head, and turned it off. He sat down next to Dean, on the edge of the bed and continued to admire him. It was such a bizarre feeling. Love... Is that what Sam called it? Dean moved slightly, moving onto his side, and putting his arm under his pillow, seemingly half-asleep. He groaned and mumbled something, and proceeded to somehow find Castiel's wrist and pull it towards him. Cas didn't want to supposedly wake him, so he didn't move, and gave into the embrace that Dean was providing. Dean wasn't sure what he was doing. It's like his desires were controlling him, even if he didn't know he had them. Castiel seemed to become sleepy, even though he didn't sleep. It was like he was under a spell of complete peace and being completely happy. This is what Castiel would call Nirvana if it lasted forever (which he wished it would). Without thinking, Castiel made himself even more comfortable, pulling his face closer to Dean's, which he didn't have much choice, they were sharing a pillow. He proceeded to get under the covers as well, and somehow gained a feat of confidence and put his strong arm around Dean's waist, resting his hand on his back. Castiel closed his eyes, and enjoyed the rest of the night. Dean's heart was racing, although he did start to calm down after the first hour or so. Eventually, Dean fell asleep. And Castiel felt jubilant, it seemed as he was sleeping.