A nice piece of fluff. I am getting into writing Dean/Cas now, but would really like some more feedback. (Hint hint) ;)
This will be a three parter, although all will be published together :)
Right, again, not sure where it fits in, but perhaps (as Sam is there) it would be before Swan Song.
Enjoy! :)
The moonlight filtered through the flimsy curtains which bordered the grimy windows of the motel apartment. To any passers-by the only sound to be heard would be the gentle snoring of two slumbering brothers.
Sam and Dean Winchester were currently spread out on their beds, exhausted by the days' eventful hunt. Sam's long legs draped over the side of the bed, his thin blanket pulled right up his neck, while Dean's face was squashed into his pillow as he slept.
A lone figure sat on the small sofa in the living area, having no need to sleep, his tan trench coat folded neatly next to him. Brilliant blue eyes reflected in the moonlight, fixed on the sleeping brothers. Castiel sat quietly, keeping his silent vigil as the night turned to day. The moonlight danced over his face, outlining his cheekbones as the light breeze made his hair dance.
Watching the elder Winchester as he turned in his sleep, his interest was piqued when Dean let out a low moan, his forehead momentarily creased. As Castiel watched, a sweat broke out on his brow, and his eyes moved furiously under their lids.
Still as silent as the wind, Cas swept over to him and sat gently onto the bed. Dean's eyes shot open at the sudden weight next to him. 'Cas' he breathed.
Cas leant down to place a chaste kiss onto Dean's forehead and smiled as Dean's face seemed to relax under his lips. He felt Dean's hand gently grip his forearm, pulling him down to lay next to him. He obliged, kicking off his shoes and laying his head next to Deans', his arm still gripped by Dean.
'Nightmares?' he asked, as Dean's eyes scanned the ceiling. The elder Winchester made a grunting noise at the back of his throat, clearly unwilling to take the matter further. Castiel didn't mind; he knew Dean would talk to him when he needed to.
Dean shuffled slightly, making himself comfortable against his angel and Cas sighed in contentment as Dean's head found its way to the crevice where his neck met his shoulder. Dean's arms snaked around his waist, pulling him closer. The angel drew his arms around his human, pulling him into a protective cocoon of grace, promising love, hope and faith. Dean smiled into his neck. 'Night' he murmured, before falling into a nightmare- free sleep.
T.B.C...
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