The sound was shy and quiet, it only tickled his conscious, made it squirm in faint awareness.
There it was again, clearer now. The sound washing waves of light and warmth over him, like being pulled up from darkness by warm, sweet smelling ocean waves.
"Dean," Finally it was audible. A voice, an unbearably sweet sound, familiar, heat radiating from each pitch, like taking a bite of a sugary sweet straight from the oven. Dean marvelled in the way his body reacted to it, every nerve tingling in joy. Would he ever get used to this raw, passionate fizz that pumped through his veins at the simple thought of that voice?
"Dean?" Hearing it again made the corners of his lips curve softly, very softly. He opened his eyes, the light of the space around him blurring his vision for a few moments. Through the squinting he desperately searched for what he wanted to see.
There it was; there he was.
"Cas," he mumbled through the gravel that was his dry throat.
A few inches from his own face was that of an angels. How beautiful a sight it was. To wake up to an angel. Skin bronzed to perfection under the clear sunlight dancing and cascading over the curves of his round face. The viscous, vibrant, enchanting blue that was his eyes, the pale, pink plumpness of his lips. More beautiful than any mountain, valley, canyon, horizon or ocean he had every set eyes on.
This was it. This was all he needed. This face, this body, this smell, this voice, this person.
Dean shuffled lazily under the covers and grazed his fingertips gingerly over the bare skin of the angels side, up to the smooth skin of his shoulder, then tenderly running the palm of his hand over the flat plains of his arm.
Castiel in turn, placed a hand on Deans cheek, a crooked smile forming on the pink hue of his lips.
This made Dean take in a deep breath, letting the unreasonably lovely smell linger in his nostrils before he dispelled the air through his mouth, watching the breath disturb the dark hairs hanging over Cas' forehead.
He grinned, lifting his hand and brushing the straggler hairs away from that fair skin. He felt the angel lean into the touch.
Self-control seemed non-existent around this creature.
He leaned in and with the softest of movements pressed his lips to Castiels, staying there for a few seconds before they both began smiling ear to ear and pressed foreheads. Dean reached around the small of the angels back and pulled him as close to his own body as he could, letting the smaller man nuzzle his face into his collar bone.
It was these silent morning moments that he cherished so dearly. The sun setting ablaze every single sense his body could feel, the fresh smell of clean sheets and blankets, the sight of a sleeping beauty only inches away from him, the feel of soft skin brushing against his own and the knowledge that he only had to stretch out an arm to feel this person, to have them close, to feel their body heat and listen to their breathing and know that without a single doubt that this person was his.
Dean pressed a delicate kiss in dark mess of hair under his chin before he slipped off into warm unconsciousness once more.