Author's Note: Hi everyone. This is my first fic, and I would really appreciate any and all feedback. This fic will be a little story about Destiel. Enjoy!

Dean's head rested on Cas' head, hugging the angel tightly as they were spooned together in the small motel bed. The room was dimly illuminated by the sun, who peeked around the thin, dirty curtains that were in front of the sole window of the room. Dean's mind started to wander from the reality in front of him, closing his sparkling azure eyes. He started thinking about all the good, the bad, and the ugly. He knew he did great things for good people, and saved innocent lives, but he always felt held back. The memories of his failures tortured him daily. The only time these memories would stop their cruel torment would be when he was with Cas. The angel had a miraculous effect on the hunter, like he filled an insatiable gnawing in the depths of Dean's soul. When he touched the angel, Dean felt a small spark inside him, a glimmer of hope. Perhaps he wasn't beyond redemption after all.

Dean's mind refocused on the sleeping angel, and Dean watched the angel's chest move up and down slowly with each breath. Dean reaffirmed his grip on Cas, and hugged him tighter, burying his head next to the angel's cheek. Cas' body moved slightly to reposition himself, then continued the steady rhythm of breathing.

"Is everything alright, Dean?"

The angel asked, turning over, showing Dean his beautiful, sculptured face.

"Y-yeah Cas. Everything's good. I was just thinking-"

"Thinking about last night?"

The angel's lips spread into a smile, his eyes glittering, awaiting a reply.

"No, well-"

Started Dean, as the angel's smile fell from his face.

"… I mean, yeah, but I was… also thinking about… y'know what? Nevermind."

Dean looked down at the stained carpet that covered the motel floor. He tried to pretend it held his interest to avoid looking at Cas, but failed. He sheepishly turned his head to face a confused Cas.

"Thinking about what, Dean? Are you still having nightmares? You know you can tell me anything."

Dean took a breath, and exhaled, as if trying to clear himself of his thoughts, or to collect them.

"It's really nothing Cas. You can go back to sleep."

"But Dean, you know I don't need to sleep."

"I know. Just pretend."

Dean kissed the angel's forehead, then whispered into his ear,

"For me. Please?"

The angel beamed at his lover, and turned back to his original position, closing his eyes. Dean drew another breath, and sighed. He smiled, and went to hug Cas once more. Dean smiled as he inhaled the sweet fragrance that was Cas, and drifted to sleep once more, with the scent of his lover in his nose.