A/N: sorry I haven't updated in a while! I just started school again last Tuesday so that sadly means less time to write... But my teachers aren't big fans of homework so I guess that's a good sign. Anyway, I'll try and make the chapters longer but I seem to have kind of a problem with pacing... I'm an impatient person and I often pay for it when it comes to art and writing. Okay enough of my rambling.

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Castiel yawned and lazily opened his eyes, smiling and taking in the sight of Dean sprawled out next to him sleeping on his stomach, buck naked. The demon let out a snore just causing Castiel to shake his head and his smile to widen. He nudged Dean, abruptly making the king of hell roll over.

"Wha!- huh... Ugh. Gimme' ten more minutes or I'll gut you like a fish..." Dean mumbled, not really waking up at all. Castiel rolled his eyes before snuggling into Dean's side. So he was starting to get attached to Dean. Sue him. With that thought Castiel yawned again and sank back into the realm of unconsciousness.

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"Cas. Come on angelcakes wake up. Don't make me get the hose!"

Castiel grunted and tiredly swatted at the hand lightly nudging him. He heard the familiar sound of Dean's laugh and slowly blinked his eyes open.

"There ya' go! Up and at 'em, Cas!" Dean said cheerily. Before the angel could fully wake up or protest Dean pressed a kiss to his lips. It took the angel a few seconds before he even really understood what was going on. But once he did he eagerly returned the kiss. When Dean ran a hand through his feathers -how was he already so good at that?- Castiel's eyes fluttered shut and he honest to God purred.

Dean grinned and moved his hand up to card through Cas's hair. When Cas opened his eyes again and Dean really saw his face his breath hitched a little at what he saw.

That little smile that Dean had grown to love had appeared on his face, his hair was still sticking up all over the place from their little romp last night and his cheeks were still faintly pink.

Ugh. God, this angel was gonna be the death of him.

"Mornin', mister sex-hair" the demon greeted.

Cas rolled his eyes. "You're one to talk." He said bluntly.

Dean brought a hand up to run a hand through his own hair and realized how messy it was. "Fine, I guess we're both a little disheveled." He admitted.

"You want breakfast?" The demon asked abruptly.

"Too tired, too fucked out, too lazy, take your pick. Point is I couldn't get up from this bed if I tried." Cas said, punctuating his sentence with a long -strangely adorable- yawn.

Dean smiled and layed back down next to Cas. Oh well, they could eat later...

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Dean sat, contentedly running his hands through Cas's feathers as the angel was curled up in his lap in his throne room. Cas tucked his head under the demon's chin and Dean smiled just a little wider, planting a kiss into the thick, dark hair under his face.

"Sir!" A low-level demon shouted, suddenly throwing open the heavy doors to the throne room and running towards the king.

"Ugh. What." Dean said dryly, only paying the slightest bit of mind to the demon in front of him as he continued to stroke his angel's feathers.

"I-it's the angels! They've managed to get into hell and are on their way here as we speak!" Oh. Well that certainly got his attention.

"Well what the fuck are you waiting for?! Get some soldiers out there!"

"Y-yes sir-"

The doors were suddenly flung open again and a bright light filled the room.

"Dean Winchester I presume." The angel -Michael, he remembered- said in what was possibly the most obnoxious tone Dean had ever heard.

"Yeah. What's it to ya' feathers?" Dean said, turning his bravado on full blast.

"I am Michael, archangel of heav- Castiel?!"

Cas blinked his eyes open and yawned. "Dean? What's going on?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"It's fine, Cas- hey!" Cas let out a yelp as one of the angelic soldiers grabbed him and yanked him away from Dean. "Let him go, you bastard!" Dean growled, eyes turning black as he watched Cas try to wrestle out of the other angel's hold.

"What have you done to my brother, Winchester." Michael demanded, also watching Cas.

"Why do you care? He said it himself he's only a soldier."

Cas tensed and looked down at the floor.

"Cas? Cas, what's wrong?" Dean said, he turned towards Michael when the archangel let out an unamused laugh.

"Not just a soldier Winchester, in fact he wasn't even supposed to be fighting in this war. Apparently he had other plans. Now what have you done to him?"

Dean sighed, "sorry to bring this up again, Cas. But I gotta see the look on this asshole's face. He's bound to me Michael, he's mine." Dean said, grinning evilly at the look of terror on Michael's face. "Now if you'll kindly get the fuck out of my throne room..." The demon added, gesturing to the other demon's who had taken out Michael's soldiers while he was distracted. Well... Unfortunately all except the one that was still holding Cas, since that one was pressing an angel blade to his throat. Dean noticed that last detail and gulped.

"Let go of him. Right now." He growled.

The angel shook her head and dragged Cas over to Michael, Dean didn't miss the fear and panic in Cas's eyes.

"Unbind him, Winchester. Or he dies." Michael said, voice cold and steely.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "How do I know you won't just kill him anyway?"

"I give you my word."

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, "yeah like that's anything to go on. You angels lie constantly."

"D-Dean" Cas spoke up, trying to ignore the blade still pressed against his neck.

"It's alright, Cas. You're gonna be okay. I'm not gonna let these bastards hurt you." Dean stated, tone implying there was no room for argument from Michael and the angelic soldier. Cas nodded and locked his eyes on the blade again. "Now I'll give you one more chance. Let. Him. Go."

The angel shook her head again and cried out in pain when one of Dean's soldiers stabbed her through the heart with one of the angel blades they had stolen from captured soldiers. 'Note to self, give that guy a promotion...' Dean thought. As soon as the angel fell to the ground, dead, Cas started sprinting back towards Dean before Michael grabbed onto his wing. Cas howled in pain and stopped running. Dean narrowed his eyes again.

"Are we really gonna go through this again? Just let go of my angel and get the fuck out of here."

Cas struggled until Michael pressed two fingers to his forehead and knocked him out, "hey!" Dean shouted. 'That's it!' He thought, springing up and running towards the angels. An extremely stupid decision on Michael's part, he didn't bring a sword. Trusted his soldiers way too much. Dean kicked Michael and grabbed Cas from him. "Get this piece of shit outta here..." Dean ordered, a few of his soldiers obeyed and dragged Michael off. Dean sighed and looked down at the angel in his arms. That had been way too close...

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"Cas? Cas, baby, you with me?"

Cas's eyes fluttered open when he heard Dean's voice and he immediately latched onto the demon.

"It's okay, Cas. Michael's locked up. You're safe." Dean soothed, kissing the top of Cas's head. Cas nodded and snuggled into Dean, thankful for the sense of comfort he provided.

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A/N: okay well this one's a little longer, but God I have no idea why it took this weird turn (like I said I usually just let my imagination run away with me when it comes to writing) and idk I just wanted fluff... I'll start writing the next chapter soon but I don't know what it's gonna be about yet... This fic is kinda just a playground for my demon!Dean Destiel fantasies (don't judge me)...