In the morning Dean felt better. He was happy. He hasn't been in a long time. And to top it all off he had the guy of his dreams. Who was an angel of the Lord. He felt lucky. He loved castiel since he was rasied out of hell by him. There profound bond as castiel called it was more to him and he knew it also was for castiel.
Castiel enjoyed last night. With Dean he was happy to. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed. His wings were flapping he was trying to put them away. He was focusing and they dissapeared.
They both got dressed. Then his wings popped out again. Dean groans and trys to use his happy place and it works. He sighs then puts his shirt on and jacket.
"Thanks cas. Don't ever change." Dean said to him.
They kissed. Then went in the impala and drove back to the bunker.
