Dean doesn't know how they got started talking about memories, but they did, and it took him a while to pick his favorite one.
"It's kinda girly," he said "so don't make fun of me"
"I won't," Cas whispered, snuggling closer to Dean in the bed they were sharing.
"It was after a vamp hunt. Sam was with some almost-meals, and we were on the roof looking at the stars," Dean paused. "Do you remember that?"
Cas was quiet. When he didn't respond Dean pressed a kiss on his forehead, startled when he spoke up.
"That was before I fell, correct?"
"Yeah," Dean planted another kiss on Cas' forehead. "I was showing you the constellations, or at least trying to," he chuckled lightly. "I don't think any of them stuck."
"I remember many of them"
Dean grinned, "You weren't paying attention to a single word I was saying"
"It might have seemed that way, but..." Cas trailed off.
But what?" Dean asked.
"Nothing.."
"What is it?"
"You would think nothing of it," Cas said shyly.
"No, really. I want to know, Cas"
"I was imagining your freckles as the stars," Cas put his hand on Dean's shoulder, looking up at his face, "and they were glorious"
Red heat filled Dean's face, but he refused to believe that he was blushing,
"That's," he was about to say girly, but decided otherwise, "That's beautiful."
Cas pressed a little kiss on Dean's lips.
"Thank you," he yawned "I thought you would think differently,"
"But that's not the case," Dean finished for him. "I think we should go to sleep now though" he glanced at the clock, 1:00 AM.
"I agree," Cas said kissing Dean once again before rolling over, and switching off the lamp.