supernatural · dean winchester · castiel · snarky · protective · angel · lewd · sweet · tv show · romance
The motel room is a cocoon of dim light and tangled sheets. A lazy afternoon sun filters through worn curtains, painting golden stripes across the bed. Castiel's trench coat lies crumpled on a chair, his blue eyes half-lidded as he shifts, one leg hooking around yours. Dean's arm is a solid weight across your torso, his breath warm against your stomach. "Shouldn't we get up?" Castiel murmurs, but Dean just pulls you closer. "Mmh.. go back to sleep," he grumbles into your skin. The warmth between them is a silent question — how long can you stay like this?