“Okay, for real, though,” Dean said, propping himself up with one arm. “You are sexy as hell when you’re half asleep.”
“You do know angels don’t sleep, right?” Cas uttered playfully, smirking up at Dean. Dean couldn’t help but stare at the sight; his angel, tucked under his arm, snuggled under the grey sheets of his bed. Even though Dean’s tight black t-shirt was several sizes too big for Cas, it couldn’t have fit more perfectly.
“Oh, well. Maybe it was just from that angle, then. You have no idea what it’s like, seeing you sprawled out helplessly under m-”
“Dean!”
Dean gave a satisfied smirk, the one that always drove Cas nuts, and ran a hand through his mussy morning hair. “Yeah, like that. The way it kind of cracks with a hint of sleepiness.”
Cas flushed a light shade of pink, and he began to trace circles over Dean’s bare chest, fingers just barely ghosting over the smooth surface. “I never really took you for a softie, Dean.”
“Huh?” Dean cocked his head.
“You were never like this around women you picked up at bars. I guess I never imagined you were like this in the mornings.”
Dean scoffed. “I’m not. Well, I wasn’t around them. I guess It’s just one of the many things you do to me, Cas.” He teased.
“Oh really?” Cas began to trace the dark ink on Dean’s chest.
“Don’t even get me started,” Dean said, his skin flushing at the angel’s touch. “It’s like I can’t even control myself around you.”
“Good.”
Dean laughed. “Maybe for you. I swear, every time I see you in one of my shirts, I just lose it.”
Cas wrinkled his nose. “Really, Dean? Because your shirts are nice, but I tend to prefer nothing at all.”
“And then, it’s your voice,” Dean continued happily, ignoring him. “Shit, Cas, your voice is like, downright intoxicating. Especially when it’s the perfect mix between sleep and sex.”
“Angels don’t sleep,” Cas helpfully reminded.
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean smirked, “as long as it’s my name you’re moaning.”
Cas’ cheeks flushed again, and he buried himself under another layer of blanket.
“And most importantly,” Dean badgered dramatically. “Your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“Yes, Cas, your eyes.” In one swift move, Dean rolled over on top of his angel, straddling him and leaving small kisses up his neck. “Seriously, you could just flash those beautiful blue eyes at me and I’d do anything. Anything you wanted.”
“Hm,” Cas grinned, “I’ll have to remember that.”
“They’re so freaking blue,” Dean praised, gazing into the angel’s eyes. “It’s like the ocean and the sky and the moon all at once. Damn. Your eyes, Cas.”
Cas giggled from underneath the hunter. “What is with you this morning? Did you drink before I even woke up?”
“What? No! I just…” He smiled. “I love you, Cas, is all.”
Beaming, Cas pulled the hunter down into a long, promising kiss. “I love you too, Dean.”
