Dean's excuse to snuggle an angel.
His chest rose and fell in a calm manner as the sound of a soft snore coming from Sam filled the room; darkness overtook the space, with only a small ray of the streetlight that peeked through the window. He closed his eyes being unable to find sleep, though he felt exhausted, his muscles ached from the hunt of the week, and the wounds had yet to heal. He took a deep breath to relieve the pressure in his chest but it turned into a long yawn. He lolled on the bed as his head rested on the pillow, he closed his eyes just as the soft flutter wings echoed in the room, making him sit up rapidly.
"Cas?" he turned to the angel standing at a fair distance from the side of his bed. He could see a tint of pale rose on the angel's cheeks as if he'd been in the cold. "Where have you been?" he furrowed his brows as the angel sat on the edge of the bed.
"I was on a mission." he responded expressionless. Dean shifted on the bed feeling the coldness radiate from Castiel.
"A mission?"
"Yes, one of my brothers and I had to guard one of the gates of Heaven. It was temporary." he inserted his hands into the pockets of the trench-coat.
"Is that ice on your hair?" Dean reached towards Castiel, who followed with his eyes the hunter's hand. "Where the hell was that gate?" he examined the small icicle on his palm.
"Where humans would call space.?" he nodded as if in thought, Dean seemed surprised.
"Okay, frosty, you're trembling from the cold, let's get you into something warm." he climbed off the bed, proceeding to stretch his arms.
"My grace will eventually warm my vessel."
"Yeah? How long will that take?"
"I don't know." he looked up at Dean like a confused child.
"You're freezing." He walked towards the angel, proceeding to place his hand on Castiel's forehead. "Dude, you're like an ice cube! Take all of that off."
"Dean, I'm fine." he protested.
"You wanna freeze to death?"
"I said I'm fine-"
"Take it off, Cas!" he raised his voice slightly, being careful not to wake up his brother. Castiel sighed and did as told, only leaving his pants on.
"How do you intend to restore the warmth to my body if I have no clothes on, Dean?"
"I have to give you some of my body heat." he shrugged, Castiel narrowed his eyes at the hunter in confusion. "C'mere." he extended his hand towards the angel; Castiel lay on the bed next to Dean, still in confusion yet he trusted the human.
He let his wings drop on from the bed, on the floor and he shook away the small icicles stuck to the feathers, his body trembled without him being able to control it. He felt as warm arms enveloped him as he often did with his wings but, it was much more pleasant; the heat radiating from Dean reached his own flesh and he could feel it travel throughout him, the gentle touch of flesh against flesh and the hot breath escaping Dean's lips on the side of his neck; it was different, a sensation that made him feel as though he were floating on water but there was no pressure crushing his lungs, nor the cold breeze to interrupt. Dean's arms reminded him of his own heaven, when he stood facing the light that illuminates all of what is, the light that hit his face with warmth and he closed his eyes, feeling as it wrapped him with something peaceful, so serene.
His eyelids fluttered open at the soft sound of a snore, he could sense the heart pumping inside the human's chest against his own; they collided. He let his eyes close once again as he took in the scent of Dean, lulling him to a light rest. He let out a small blow of air from his parted lips as he allowed one of his wings to fall over Dean and himself. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he became lost in his heaven.
The sunlight hit his face, trespassing his eyelids yet all he could see was red. Dean shifted on the bed, letting out a soft groan; he stretched his body on the mattress but froze once he felt his palm touch a different texture than the sheets on his bed. It was a feather, a small feather under the blanket, and he pushed it away to see it. Feathers of different sizes, under the blanket, under the pillow and one under his shoulder; he smirked as he shook his head.
"Cas." He chuckled, "I'm keeping these." he smiled to himself.