Dean and Cas in Motel6
The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.
Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t.
He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing.
Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man.
His lover.
Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.
But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?
