With You in My Arms
It's late, or early, they've been awake all night.
Dean is sitting on the bed with his back against the old wooden head board, Cas is between his legs, his own back against Dean's chest. Both of them are naked with the bed sheet covering them up to Cas' hips.
Dean can't keep off Castiel. One hand is constantly on the angel's stomach, the skin flat, smooth and warm; Dean can feel the muscles there flutter when his fingers trace his hip bones. Dean's lips are hot and supple kissing Cas' shoulders, pulling on his ear lobes, kissing his neck and leaving marks there that disappear with minutes. Cas' hair is going every which way from Dean running his fingers through it over and over again.
Dean presses his lips against Castiel's shoulder and exhales slowly, his eyes shut and he wraps his arms around the angel's torso.
Cas rubs his forearms gently. "Dean?" He hums against his skin. "Aren't you tired?"
Those green eyes open and his lips brush against Cas' skin as he replies. "Yes. But, I'm afraid if I go to sleep you wont be here when I wake up."
Castiel turns is Dean's arms so that their eyes meet, "I won't leave you, Dean." He cups Dean's cheek with one of his soft hands and whispers against his lips, "Never leave you."
Dean can't get enough of Castiel tonight.