Dean opened his eyes, blinking away exhaustion. The Will of Heaven was snuggled up next to him, snoring lightly. God, he was so cute. Not that Dean would ever say that out loud. Even drooling all over Dean's side of the bed, tender rays of sunlight illuminated his dark hair, thick eyelashes, and pink lips. On the other hand, his hair was sticking up in a billion different directions and his mouth was hanging wide open. Castiel was imperfection, and that's what made him so perfect. Dean kissed the top of his head. Cas let out a sleepy little grunt and Dean had the urge to wrap his entire existence around the grumpy angel. Dean restrained himself. He groaned and started to sit up, disturbing Castiel's comfortable position. Cas sleepily rolled over and wrapped his arms around Dean's stomach, disabling his movement.
"Cas," Dean groaned. "Come on, Sam'll be wondering where we are."The angel buried his head into Dean's chest. Dean sighed. He knew that he was no match for Castiel's angelic strength, but it wouldn't hurt to try. He attempted to push himself into sitting position until he thought he would pop an intestine or something. Yep, it definitely hurt to try. Defeated, he relaxed and slid back under the covers, Cas barely stirring. Castiel might have won this round, but Dean would come back stronger than ever. After he stroked his angel's hair for a while. So the hunter sat there, running his fingers through Cas' hair and thinking about how much crap Sammy would give him for "waking up" at 9:45am. He didn't really mind though. In fact he loved it when Cas decided to sleep in. Not that Dean would ever say that out loud.