Destiel Cuddles

Castiel stubbed his toe on the edge of the bed. He could not see but an inch in front of his face in the darkness of the motel room, and when he felt the overwhelming pain in his right, big toe, it brought upon a loud gasp. He grabbed his foot and winced, hobbling on his left leg and trying not to wake Dean, who was cuddling with a pillow on the very bed that Cas hit his toe on. Unfortunately for the former angel, the lack of his wings put him off balance. They were a form of stability for him, like the whiskers of a cat. Plucking them out caused him to fall down onto the thin carpet. Out of reflex, the hunter bolted upwards and grabbed his gun, and before Castiel could lift his head he had a pistol pointed at it. Dean's eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and he saw Cas' large, liquid eyes staring into his. He lowered the gun with a sigh, and reached across the bed to turn on the light.

The light came on in a dim flash throughout the room, making them both squint for a couple seconds. Dean blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, and said, "You interrupted my sleep." Cas stared down to the floor, looking almost as a child would with his legs on the ground, knees bent outward, and arms laid limp across the carpet. Dean smiled at the sight, and began to laugh. "What the hell did you do to yourself?" he asked.

"Well…" he started, still looking down, seeming to be searching for the right thing to say. "I was going to… but... I… well… I hurt my toe." As he finished his fragments of a sentence, he looked up at Dean in a bit of embarrassment, who was sitting on the bed underneath the blanket, legs crossed, and he slid his feet out in front of Castiel.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"It's strange, sleeping. It's like… passing out for several hours. Hard to get used to… I don't like it."

Dean turned suddenly attentive, raised his eyebrows, and pointed at Cas. "Hey sleep is awesome!"

"I know you love it. You're snoring is… quite cute, sometimes…" Castiel smiled, exposing his teeth. "That's why… I thought…" He stood up, forcing Dean to tilt his head back to look at him. "I might join you in your slumber." He gave a small nod to Dean, to which he replied with a flustered chuckle. Castiel sat next to him and rested his hand on Dean's thigh.

"Are you talking about cuddling, Cas?"

"I think so, yes," he tried to hold a straight face, but it turned into a gummy smile with a sort of giggle attached to it, and he put his arms around Dean and threw him and himself back onto the pillows. Dean grew a huge smile, revealing his perfectly pointy canines, and turned over to face his angel. Cas still had his arms around him, and he put his leg over Dean's hip.

"Cas…" Dean smirked.

Cas beamed at the sound of his name, having been said so effortlessly by his hunter, and looked from his eyes to his lips. "What?" he responded.

Dean's arms were lying awkwardly between the two bodies, so he raised his right one and ran his fingers through Cas' messy hair, looking into his bright blue eyes. The two men held their gazes and remained still in each other's arms for a long moment, until Castiel spoke.

"Dean, you're smile is enchanting."

"Castiel, you are such a girl."

Cas released him and laid onto his back in a teasing temper-tantrum. Dean started laughing and quickly climbed on top of him.

"Only you can make me laugh like this, baby," whispered Dean.

"I hope so," replied Cas. He sat up, Dean attached to his lap, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Dean replied with a dissatisfied look, so Cas pulled him in and kissed his lips. He then pulled away from it by biting Dean's bottom lip and tugging gently on it. They fell together back onto the bed, and Castiel flipped Dean onto his back. He snuggled onto his chest and closed his eyes. Dean stroked his hair until they both fell into a deep sleep with smiles on their faces.