Warm by the Fire
Two, to be exact. Two blankets wrapped snugly around Castiel, nose hardly poking up out of the top. They're fuzzy and warm and in soft, nice, pretty colors. It's a bit chilly outside, so that makes it even nicer inside with the fire burning in the fireplace, the glow lighting up the side of Castiel's face. There's a quiet, high-pitched meow- Oh good heavens, how could we forget the kittens? There are three of those, scurrying around the sofa where Castiel so comfortably lies, hopping up and sinking its claws into the cushions without any repercussion. Each one settled comfortably on Castiel's lap and one under his arm, falling sound asleep. What's that smell? Cookies are baking! How lovely! Out on a tray, a whole dozen, chocolate chunk yummy goodness. The perfect temperature, too, they don't burn Castiel's tongue as he bites one. Oh whoops a random Dean walks by and kisses his forehead, how sweet. He's all taken care of tonight, loved and comfortable. JUST WHAT HE DESERVES.