Dean watched as Castiel's chest rose and fell with each breathe, listening to the strange sound of the rain hitting the roof mixed with the sound of Cas's snores. He relaxed into the feeling of the sleeping angel pressed against him and sighed, content.
He felt more at ease than he had in a long time; Cas's presence was comforting, soothing. It made him feel invincible in the most humble way possible. It allowed him to escape from his memory, caused him forget every friend he ever had to bury and every monster he ever had to look in the eyes. Most importantly, it made him happy. Just being with Castiel did all that.
Dean was done with things coming and going; he and Cas had built something permanent, something indestructible. Even when he thought the worst had took its toll, Cas always came running out of the fire and did his best to put it out.
He ran his fingers through Castiel's hair and watched the rain fall against the window, creating tiny ornaments of water against the glass and casting ripples on the sheets. He felt the angel shift and looked down at him just as his eyelids fluttered open.
Cas gave a slight smile at the sight of Dean peering down at him and leaned in to kiss his lips. "Morning," he said after they broke apart. It was enough.
A/N: Okay, I know angels don't sleep but sue me! Cas is willing to do it for Dean. Also, this drabble was mostly to reflect on Dean's feelings about Cas. Don't worry, you're in store for much better fluff ahead. Mwahaha. c:
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
- Dido