Hello everyone, I originally wrote this ficlet on my AO3 account with the same name, and hope you like it :)
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Dean wakes in the early morning, with the light of dawn creeping in through the curtains of his bedroom in the bunker. He stretches out his legs and one arm.
The other is trapped beneath a warm body that he's careful not to rouse. Castiel is snoring softly beside him, face relaxed in easy sleep against his shoulder.
"Morning Cas," he whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the others forehead.
Usually Dean would be snaking his arm away by now and kicking into his jeans as he tripped to the door. But he feels no such urgency now. This isn't some drunken one night stand.
This is Cas.
This is love.
Castiel tightens his hold around Dean's waist. "Good morning Dean," he whispers against Dean's shoulder.
Smiling, Dean pulls Cas closer to him, very nearly on top of him, and kisses along his cheek and hairline until Castiel is laughing softly. Cas' body relaxes as he snuggles close, pressing his forehead up under Dean's chin.
No more words needed to be exchanged that morning, the two simply lying against one and other, occasionally clumsily kissing, and giggling when their lips meet each others.
It was one the best mornings either of them had ever had.