The clicking of the beads knocking together didn't wake him. Neither did the sound of heavy boots stepping across the floor. The feel of the sheets being pulled back didn't make him twitch or sigh. But the feel of a friend pulling his body close made him moan in remembrance.
Dean's scarred body molded to his, fitting himself into the shape of Cas's curves. His arm slid under the former angel's neck while the other draped over his waist, locking him in. The hunter's breath was on his shoulder as he pressed his forehead into his neck.
They didn't speak.
Cas let himself be held.
Dean allowed himself the time he needed to breathe- to feel the connection again.
Cas heard the steady, gentle breathing at his back, sighing to himself, believing Dean to be asleep he grasped the hunter's hand in his.
"Cas? Are you awake?" Dean whispered so softly it was nearly inaudible.
"I'm really glad you stayed. With me."
He turned, taking the face of the man in his hands.
"I know."
"No, Cas. You don' 're the one who keeps saving me."
"You saved me too. Things might be fucked up for us, we are living in a fucked up world, but we won't leave it so easily. Let's not talk about the things to come or the sacrifices we will have to make, let's just lay here. Let's just be. There is no yesterday or tomorrow, just now."
Hands found each other, arms embraced, legs entwined, breathing slowed, and the rhythm of it sang them to sleep.
