You could feel the morning nudging you awake, prodding at your sides, and prying your eyes open. You resisted in the morning's grasp, still hoping there is enough night to sleep more. You bury your head farther into your pillow, wishing the sun away. Pulling your legs to your chest, limiting the morning's hold on you and you turn, twisting under the covers. You strike something with your arm.
"Bloody Hell!" Crowley covers his face. You open your eyes in shock, pulling his face to your chest.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there." You hold his head firm, then pull it away to assess the damage. He looks at you, one eye closed, protecting itself incase it's attacked again. Your hand strokes over the soft flesh of his cheek and he relaxes in your grasp. His eyes soften as he looks into yours, your eyes are filled with concerned and apologies for what just happened. He sneaks a hand around you and pulls you to him, cradling your head into his chest. You are puzzled by his action and try to push away.
"Crowley?" You mumble into his clothed chest.
"Hmm." He hums back. His eyes closed, his chin resting own your head, his hand tingled in your hair.
"What are you doing?" You accept his hold on you and relax your arms.
"I'm holding on to what's precious to me." A smile grows over his face and he kisses the top of your head. You too smile and tuck your head into his chest, letting the scent of him invade your nose. You close your eyes and return to your state of sleep. The morning no longer has a hold on you and neither does the night, because something much more comforting now has a hold on you.