Dean yawns and stretches, reaching an arm behind his head. He rolls over onto his side, bringing the arm to his torso, and smiles to himself, seeing Cas curled up beneath the huge comforter beside him, like a chrysalis, the fine, dark hair sloppily arrayed across the pillow. Dean lightly brushes a thumb across his cheek, and the angel presses silently into the touch, eyelids fluttering. The moth to the flame. He looks so… small. So fragile. So… so un-Chrysler Building.
Dean leans forward and cups Cas's face in his hand, kissing him lightly on the forehead. Cas squeezes his eyes shut and exhales a quiet huff of hot breath, sliding across the off-white motel mattress to close the small gap between them and press against Dean's heat. Dean grins and wraps his arms around the angel, pulling him close. Cas likes this. It feels like a nest. It is safe. It is warm. It is just Dean, a cocoon of human textures and human scents; of calloused hands and frayed denim and stale beer and Pink Floyd tapes and rust and copper.
Cas's hands flitter across the man's chest. His fingers come to rest on his amulet- Sam's amulet- as his attention is drawn to the window, cracked in the corner and aged and spattered with something brown that could have been mud or could have been some other… earth matter. The necklace slips from his fingers, and he lifts his hand to point to the glass.
"Orion," he whispers huskily, blinking at Dean with sapphire eyes shadowed by a pair of furrowed, caterpillar eyebrows, "the hunter."
"I know, Cas," Dean chuckles and rolls his eyes, closing his own hand around that of his companion and rubbing circles across it with his thumb, "you've told me."
"It's hanging over your hemisphere tonight, Dean."
"Yes."
"Orion."
"Yes, Cas."
Castiel pauses and looks to the mattress, as if for assistance in validating his claim. "I'm just making certain that you don't forget."
Dean smiles and kisses him tenderly again. Cas sighs contentedly. A pair of familiar half-mast eyelids close softly, moving simultaneously with a softening expression, which does not regularly appear quite so dark and pensive and it used to; which hasn't really for a long time.
Simple. This was… simple.
Cas smiles.
