So this likely won't make too much sense seeing as it's set in right about the middle of my new Perception 'Verse... but you can take it as a oneshot and not bother with the details. Just focus on the fluff and angst and we should be good, right? ^^
In the back of his mind he thought it probably hadn't been such a great idea. But with the warm body pressed next to him and beneath his outstretched arm, Dean could honestly say (and with only minimal influence from any alcohol lingering in his system) that he didn't give a flying fuck anymore.
A light breath of air tickled his hand and Dean grinned, pulling closer beneath the rumpled sheets.
"Hey," he said. "You're awake."
Castiel leaned back into Dean, his hair soft as it brushed against the pillow and Dean's face. "Sleeping is still... disconcerting. I've been awake for a while now."
"And you've just been laying here?" Dean started to idly trace circles against Castiel's shoulder. "Dude, you didn't need to wait around for my lazy ass to get up. You could've gotten up for some coffee or something, I wouldn't've cared." He contradicted his words a bit when he pulled tighter, pressing his nose into the curve of Castiel's neck. The falling angel's skin was smooth against his calloused fingers and even the faint stubble along his jaw seemed softer than it should be to Dean's early morning senses.
Castiel brought a hand up to rest on the arm Dean had draped over his side and dipped his head, snuggling into the blankets and into Dean. "There are worse places to spend my time," he murmured.
Dean's fingers tightened into the sheets. He still had no idea how to reply to something like that or if he should even need to. To cover his stuttering heart he pressed a quick kiss to Castiel's jaw before rolling over to sit up on the edge of the mattress. Quickly pulling on a pair of crumpled jeans, he stood up and stretched, pulling loose the kinks in his back and shoulders, before reaching out to the wall to support his tired legs. The floral embossed wallpaper was tacky, something he felt should stay hidden away in old English tearooms, but this week's motel was cheap overall, from the crappy food to the middle-of-butt-fuck-nowhere location and Dean was too used to it to care.
The wall was warm beneath his hand and he followed it around the room to the window where he could feel sunlight streaming through the curtains to warm the room. As he pulled back the fabric, he more felt then heard Castiel come up behind him to rest a hand lightly against his arm. At the touch Dean lifted his arm, pulling Castiel in front so he could wrap his arm over the angel's shoulders while Castiel rested his head back against Dean's neck.
They were quiet a moment, just standing close, and Dean found he was enjoying the peace, before Castiel spoke. "It's a nice day," he said simply. Dean just 'hm'ed in response and Castiel sighed. "I wish you could see it," he said, quieter this time.
Dean sighed. Pressing a kiss to Castiel's forehead, he closed his eyes to the darkness that even the morning sun couldn't pierce and didn't say anything.
Kay, an incredibly short story but I think most of those for this little 'verse will be.
You can check my LJ (miss-ink-wings) for updates...
Reviews are welcome! Grazie per leggere! ^^
