Chapter One: Sleeping
Going to bed quickly became Dean's favorite part of the day after he and Cas declared their mutual love. It was his favorite because he knew Cas would be there, snuggled up tight next to him, wriggling under countless sheet to get perfectly comfy. Dean never even argues with the obscene amount of pillows Cas said he needed- Dean, they're soft, like sleeping on a cloud!- because he knew it made his angel happy.
Dean was always second to bed. He would pull back the sheets quietly, trying not to disturb the messy haired man he loved so much. Dean always failed. Every night Cas would roll over until he faced Dean, blinking open his sky blue eyes. He wouldn't ever speak, just smile and open his arms in an invitation. Dean always snuggled in immediately, wrapping his arms around his little angel. They would drift off into sleep, safe in each other's hold.
This, of course, lasted merely minutes.
"Cas," Dean would mutter face under five pillows. "Damn it, keep these things on your side." Throwing them onto the other man.
"Dean, how do you expect me to sleep with pillows on my face? Ill suffocate."
"I don't care how you do it, just keep them to yourself, man. I only want one."
In response, Cas would roll over to face him and kiss his nose gently. Then he would, once again, face the other side. But he didn't roll over alone, oh no. He grabbed all of the blankets along the way. Dean would lie there for a few minutes, casually trying to tug them back over to his side again. Then he would sit straight up. "Come on!" He threw another stray pillow at Cas' face. "Give 'em back!" Dean thought it nice to ask first before taking. Cas would never respond. Only grin from ear to ear. Dean would reach over him grabbing fistfuls of blankets and sheets raking them over Cas and back where they belonged. This would always spin Cas back over too. Staring deep into his angel's eyes he'd whisper, "Thanks." Then he'd wink. Cas would reward him with an eye-crinkling-nose-wrinkling smile, and this time it would be Dean kissing him gently on the nose.
But they weren't ready to sleep yet. Legs intertwined, Cas would loosely lay a hand on his hunter's chest. Dean knew how cute Cas looked when he slept like that, and so he decided he wouldn't move. But his arm was wrapped under Cas' body. And it was going numb. "Alrighty," Dean would think to himself. "I'll move slowly. He won't...even...notice..." Finally Dean slid his arm out from under Cas. He was definitely heavier than he looked. Just when all was peaceful, "Dean," a raspy voice would say. "Get your elbow out of my ribs please." And the dance would began again.
Both of them would complain to one another in the morning about how the other is absurdly annoying in bed, but they both know they secretly love it. So tonight, when Dean sneaks quietly into their room, he knows Cas will already be awake to greet him with open arms and a smile.