Disclaimer: I do not own Dean Winchester or Castiel Novak, although if I did it would be amazing. All credit goes to the CW Channel.
CPOV
Feather light kisses trace carefully cover me, as I awoke, the feel of the familiar lips are welcomed, and stifling a moan as Dean nibbles at the base of my neck. Above me a beautiful noise breaks the silence, I slowly open my eyes. Pure beauty hovers over me, not only affecting my heart but other regions of my body. Dean's body is a work of art. He is tall about four inches taller than me, putting him at around 6'3. His shoulders were broad, from all those hours he spends at the gym, I swear sometimes he goes there just to make me feel jealous. A snicker escapes his lips and he leans in close to my ear and whispers in his hoarse voice
"You like something you see?"
"Nah… I see someone I love." Ugh, have I told you mornings make me cheesy.
Again Dean chuckles but this time at my blushing, as I am sure my cheeks and neck are turning red. I roll over in bed and stretch myself out like a cat. Damn am I sore from last night, I probably will be feeling it for a while but I don't mind it was worth it. The look in Dean's eyes when he went over was worth anything, and I'll be damned if I didn't make that happen again soon.
Looking around my small room, I see the proof that last night really happened, clothes thrown everywhere, the half drank bottle of Raspberry Champagne, and the light from the TV still illuminated, both of us were too preoccupied turning each other on, to turn anything off. Turning towards Dean, he askes,
"A penny for your thoughts?"
"Nothing really, just think,"
"About?" he prodded
"Last night."
"Oh, do you regret what happened last night?"
"No," I smiled sheepishly, "Do you?"
"Most defiantly not. It was amazing. You are amazing Castiel Novak."
I looked into his eyes and saw only honestly, admiration, and something else, I just couldn't quite put my figure on. Smiling I snuggled closer to Dean, resting my head on his chest I inhaled his aroma, he smelt like wood finish and something else, I just couldn't quite put my finger on. I start playing with Dean's nibble when it got hard I started moving my hand down south, but Dean's hand blocks my decent. Kissing my hair to ease the rejection Dean says.
"You are still sore from last night; I know I wasn't as gentle with you as I should have been, I am so sorry, Cas. How about we take a bath?"
Not wanting to move, but not enjoying the dry sweat and cum that was on my body I agree. Getting out of bed I wince Dean was right I was still sore. I was glad that Dean said no.
I know, I know, short, I just need to get it out I promise next chapter will be longer. Tell me how you like it. I kind of know where this story is headed, but I am defiantly up for suggestions. Next chapter is going to be in DPOV.