It's feather light touches moving across his back that drag him out of his sleep. His eyes open slowly, a light smile appearing on his face as he rolls over to look at the man sharing his bed.
No words are said as they both drink in the other's presence. No matter how many times they wake up together like this, Dean will never tire of it.
He presses a light, chaste kiss to Cas' mouth before whispering, "Morning, Cas."
Dean gets a low hum in response, but that's all he needs. He knows that they both have been through hell - literally and figuratively - but now they've found each other. In more ways than one.