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Cas startles awake in the middle of the night. Was he having a nightmare? He can’t remember. But his heart is still racing and his fingers itch to reach out, he doesn’t know what for.

“Cas?” Dean asks from beside him, close but not as close as when they had gone to sleep. Cas must have rolled away in the night. Dean peeks open one eye. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

Dean nods like that makes sense. Then, wordlessly, he lifts one arm the perfect height for Cas to slide closer. Cas accepts the silent invitation, slipping into the warm fold of Dean’s arms. 

Dean buries his nose in Cas’s shoulder. Cas can feel each of Dean’s slow, steady breathes against his skin, and everything feels right again.

“I’ve got you,” Dean says.

Snuggling closer, Cas whispers back, “Don’t let go.”

Bottom!Cas pushing his ass back as Dean preps his little pink hole (◡‿◡✿)

Bottom!Cas whimpering as Dean slides his cock deep and fills him up (◕‿◕✿)

Bottom!Cas scrabbling at the sheets as Dean fucks him into the bed  ( /)w(\✿)

Bottom!Cas being reduced to a whining, needy, gasping bundle of nerves and pleasure as he comes all over Dean’s hand (ﾉ◕ヮ◕ )ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

but dean sitting naked on the couch, cas eagerly clambering over his lap, sliding slowly down onto dean’s dick (◡‿◡✿)

cas muffling little whimpers and moans into dean’s shoulder as his hips grind down onto dean’s dick faster and faster (◕‿◕✿)

dean stroking cas through his orgasm, whispering praises and telling him what a good boy he is (⊙‿⊙✿)

Sometimes Dean rubs that place on Cas’ back where his wings would be.  It happens on nights when Castiel shakes as he sleeps and the moon is so bright it turns the world to silver. 

Sometimes Cas’ fingers linger on the imprint of his palm on Dean’s bicep. It happens on the days where Dean feels like he is falling apart, beyond any repair that booze might offer. 

 Sometimes they just sit side by side in the car, and no one says anything. Sweet Cherry Pie blasts on the radio and Dean sees Cas mouthing the words, until suddenly he’s singing, and his voice is tired and raspy but to Dean it sounds better than the original. He joins in then, with that happy glow it his chest because Cas knows every word, and sings it perfectly alongside Dean. 

Sometimes they find their way into each other’s beds and those are the nights they both sleep without nightmares. 

It’s beyond love for them. It just - is. Dean and Cas. Cas and Dean. 

Dean doesn’t wonder why he’s kissing another man, because it’s not just another man. It’s Cas. It’s Cas and it’s perfect and he can’t believe he’s waited this long. 

Surprisingly, Sam’s the first one up. Usually Dean has already downed two cups of coffee by the time Sam gets to the kitchen, but today there’s nobody in sight. 

He’s trying to figure out how to work the coffee maker (again, Dean is usually the one to do this) when Cas says from behind him, “Morning, Sam.”

Sam turns and returns the greeting, still thrown off guard by Cas’ pajama pants and old t-shirt despite the fact that he’s been human and staying in the guest bedroom for a couple of weeks now. Cas sits at the kitchen table and tiredly runs a hand through his messy hair. Sam wonders if Cas thinks it’s weird that Dean’s not up yet, but he doesn’t ask.

They sit in silence as they drink their (mediocre) coffee, which is probably why Sam nearly has a heart attack when Dean slides into the kitchen with a “WOOOO,” fuzzy socks on his feet and a robe tied closed around his waist. He starts playing an air guitar and making the sounds himself since there’s no music actually playing.

Sam looks to Cas for reassurance that this doesn’t make any sense, but Cas is staring down at his phone and drinking coffee like this is normal.

“Morning, Sammy!” Dean yells before leaning over and kissing Sam on the top of his head.

“What are you–”

“Morning, Cas!” Dean interrupts as he places a kiss on Cas’ head, too.

“Good morning, Dean,” Cas states without looking up from his phone.

Dean then heads over to the coffee maker–or, rather, he dances over to the coffee maker–while humming some unidentifiable tune. “Jesus, Sammy, you suck at making coffee,” he announces emphatically before picking up the whole coffee maker and theatrically dumping all of its contents into the sink. 

He continues humming and dancing as he makes his own pot of coffee, and then when he joins them at the table he’s got a huge, goofy smile on his face like it’s the best day of his life. His smile changes to an overdramatic wince, however, when he takes a seat. He stands back up and sits back down slower before deliberately adjusting his butt in the chair. Sam glances over at Cas and sees that he’s now smirking down at his phone.

“How was your night, Sammy?” Dean asks way too loudly.

“Um, it was good.”

After a beat, Dean continues, “Aren’t you going to ask me how my night was?”

Cas sighs and looks up at the ceiling as he says, “Dean, we agreed not to tell him until–”

“CAS AND I HAD SEX LAST NIGHT.”