In The Early Morn
Title: In The Early Morn
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: pg 13
Word Count: 624
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Castiel contemplates his feelings after spending the night with Dean in his arms
Warnings: Boykissing, schmoop
Notes: For my kissbingo square "Type : to wake them up". This takes place immediatly after And Atlas Slept
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Dean did not move the entire night, nor did he dream. Castiel was sure that if he were mortal, his back would be sore from lying in the same position with his lover wrapped around him through the night.
If Castiel could choose, he would spend every night like this.
He didn’t sleep, but stayed and counted every breath, every heartbeat he felt from Dean. He watched as Dean’s eyelashes fluttered, long and dark across his pale skin. He memorized every small movement of his lips.
Castiel wasn’t a stranger to love, but this was more intense than anything else he had felt in his entire existence. But he couldn’t tell Dean that. He probably could, but Castiel was afraid of his reaction.
One day, Castiel will tell him.
Sam shifted on the other bed, slowly waking up. His hair was a mess as he turned half opened eyes towards Castiel.
“Good morning, Sam,” Castiel said.
“Mornin’” Sam yawned. He gave a brief panicked look when he realized that his brother and the angel were cuddled in bed together.
“Nothing happened, I assure you,” Castiel said. Sam nodded and stretched.
“Couldn’t stop worrying about the Wilkensons?” Sam asked as he stood. Castiel nodded.
“Gonna go grab breakfast,” Sam said as he quickly got dressed. “Want anything?”
“I’m fine,” Castiel said.
Sam left the room quietly. Castiel stared down at Dean and placed a kiss on his hairline.
“Time to wake up,” Castiel said softly. Dean grunted and burrowed further into the angel. Castiel kissed him again. “Come on, Dean.”
“Donwanna,” Dean mumbled into the angel’s chest. Castiel smiled and kissed each eyebrow. Dean smiled. “’snice,” he said.
“Sam has left for breakfast, you’ve slept long enough.”
Dean whined and cracked one eye open.
“You’re mean,” he said. “I was comfy.”
Castiel chuckled and kissed Dean on the lips.
“Dude,” Dean whined. “Morning breath.”
“Mine or yours?” Castiel asked. Dean yawned and made a face.
“Mine, apparently.” Dean shifted further up the bed and placed his chin on Castiel’s shoulder. “You know, I half expected you to fly away in the middle of the night.”
“Why would I do that? You asked me to come, and you didn’t tell me to leave.”
“I guess,” Dean started. “I’m really not used to people wanting to stay with me.” Dean gave Castiel a quick kiss on the lips and pulled himself off the angel. “Gonna take a shower.”
And just like that, Dean shut himself off. Castiel sighed as Dean closed the door to the bathroom.
Castiel closed his eyes for the first time in eight hours. He thought about all the small moments between them when Dean let his affection show through. It was difficult to love a man who built a wall around his emotions.
No, it was easy to love Dean, despite his fears and barriers. Castiel said a small prayer that one day, Dean would stop hiding, and love Castiel back. It was a selfish prayer, but genuine. And the Host always heard the honest prayers.
Castiel felt the warm brush of lips on his forehead. He opened his eyes to see Dean leaning over him and smiling.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Sammy brought us coffee,” Dean said.
“I was not sleeping,” Castiel said as he got out of the bed. “I was meditating and praying.” Castiel picked up the Styrofoam cup that had a C written on it. Dean chuckled.
“Since when did meditation and prayer involve snoring?”
Castiel gave a halfhearted glare over the top of his coffee cup.
“I am an Angel of the Lord. Angels do not snore,” he grumbled before taking a sip of the coffee.
“Whatever you say,” Dean chuckled as he dove into the bag of doughnuts.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: pg 13
Word Count: 624
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Castiel contemplates his feelings after spending the night with Dean in his arms
Warnings: Boykissing, schmoop
Notes: For my kissbingo square "Type : to wake them up". This takes place immediatly after And Atlas Slept
~*~*~*~*~
Dean did not move the entire night, nor did he dream. Castiel was sure that if he were mortal, his back would be sore from lying in the same position with his lover wrapped around him through the night.
If Castiel could choose, he would spend every night like this.
He didn’t sleep, but stayed and counted every breath, every heartbeat he felt from Dean. He watched as Dean’s eyelashes fluttered, long and dark across his pale skin. He memorized every small movement of his lips.
Castiel wasn’t a stranger to love, but this was more intense than anything else he had felt in his entire existence. But he couldn’t tell Dean that. He probably could, but Castiel was afraid of his reaction.
One day, Castiel will tell him.
Sam shifted on the other bed, slowly waking up. His hair was a mess as he turned half opened eyes towards Castiel.
“Good morning, Sam,” Castiel said.
“Mornin’” Sam yawned. He gave a brief panicked look when he realized that his brother and the angel were cuddled in bed together.
“Nothing happened, I assure you,” Castiel said. Sam nodded and stretched.
“Couldn’t stop worrying about the Wilkensons?” Sam asked as he stood. Castiel nodded.
“Gonna go grab breakfast,” Sam said as he quickly got dressed. “Want anything?”
“I’m fine,” Castiel said.
Sam left the room quietly. Castiel stared down at Dean and placed a kiss on his hairline.
“Time to wake up,” Castiel said softly. Dean grunted and burrowed further into the angel. Castiel kissed him again. “Come on, Dean.”
“Donwanna,” Dean mumbled into the angel’s chest. Castiel smiled and kissed each eyebrow. Dean smiled. “’snice,” he said.
“Sam has left for breakfast, you’ve slept long enough.”
Dean whined and cracked one eye open.
“You’re mean,” he said. “I was comfy.”
Castiel chuckled and kissed Dean on the lips.
“Dude,” Dean whined. “Morning breath.”
“Mine or yours?” Castiel asked. Dean yawned and made a face.
“Mine, apparently.” Dean shifted further up the bed and placed his chin on Castiel’s shoulder. “You know, I half expected you to fly away in the middle of the night.”
“Why would I do that? You asked me to come, and you didn’t tell me to leave.”
“I guess,” Dean started. “I’m really not used to people wanting to stay with me.” Dean gave Castiel a quick kiss on the lips and pulled himself off the angel. “Gonna take a shower.”
And just like that, Dean shut himself off. Castiel sighed as Dean closed the door to the bathroom.
Castiel closed his eyes for the first time in eight hours. He thought about all the small moments between them when Dean let his affection show through. It was difficult to love a man who built a wall around his emotions.
No, it was easy to love Dean, despite his fears and barriers. Castiel said a small prayer that one day, Dean would stop hiding, and love Castiel back. It was a selfish prayer, but genuine. And the Host always heard the honest prayers.
Castiel felt the warm brush of lips on his forehead. He opened his eyes to see Dean leaning over him and smiling.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Sammy brought us coffee,” Dean said.
“I was not sleeping,” Castiel said as he got out of the bed. “I was meditating and praying.” Castiel picked up the Styrofoam cup that had a C written on it. Dean chuckled.
“Since when did meditation and prayer involve snoring?”
Castiel gave a halfhearted glare over the top of his coffee cup.
“I am an Angel of the Lord. Angels do not snore,” he grumbled before taking a sip of the coffee.
“Whatever you say,” Dean chuckled as he dove into the bag of doughnuts.
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