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Another shitty motel.
Cracked tiles in the bathroom. Wallpapers with water stains. Musty smell.
It feels as if he had lived half of his life in such hovels.
He sighs and presses himself closer to the sleeping form next to him.
The solid form of Castiel, softly snoring.
Dean snorts quietly.
Who would ever have believed that angels snore?
That angels have to shower?
That angels are so very much human?
Dean breathes in the unique smell of Castiel and smiles.
No matter, where they are. What they do.
As long as they are together, Dean is willing to do everything.