12.- Making out

Cas's grace is wearing thin and he has issues to sleep. Nightmares.

For the last week he had fought them, trying to keep his mind calm, struggling to accept his almost human condition. He is halfway now. A grace that doesn't belong to him, burning inside his vessel and his humanity, fighting for survival, trying to drown the last pieces of his divinity.

A humanity that crawls and screams with everything it can the name of its lifesaver. But, of course, Cas doesn't want to bother Dean. They can find a few minutes a day, an hour at most, to actually be together, to touch, to hug, to kiss, but, beyond that... They both still have so many doubts to go further. It is a nice memory, though, about two weeks ago, Cas was fighting his sleepless when the door opened softly, Dean steps were almost silent and he climbed into the bed, just to take care of Cas. Or maybe because he needed to be taken care of.

The memory helps Castiel to ease his breath and he closes his eyes for a moment, feeling how his heartbeat comes back into a steady rhythm. He stays there, in the dark, silent for what he thinks is almost an hour, but then, the anxiety wins again and he has to check his phone. Twenty minutes since the last time he saw it. Damn it. Maybe a glass of milk helps. He stands up and walks out his room, but when he sees Dean's door he stops. His fingers carefully dance across the wood until he reaches the door handle. He closes his eyes and opens the door.

Dean is sleeping in the middle of the bed, a leg outside the blankets and the angel smiles tenderly. He carefully walks across the room and finds his way besides the man. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. Suddenly, Dean moves and his arms surround Cas.

"Hey there. Problems to sleep?" He mumbles, his leg is now over Castiel's hip.

"Something like that. I'm sorry I woke you." Castiel whispers, his face barely inches from Dean's.

The hunter opens his eyes and fixes them on the angel's. "Nightmares again? It's ok, baby, I've got you. No one is gonna hurt you, ok?"

"I know that, it's so irrational, and illogical and..."

"Human?" Dean runs his fingers through Castiel's hair. His registered grin shows while his forehead lightly touches Cas's. "Yeah, we are a bit insane, but it's not gonna be for long, you know? I mean... you, we... I think we're doomed. But we're getting your grace back and everything is gonna be just like it was before." He uses his free hand to cover Cas with the bed sheets and gives him a small kiss on the lips. "Well, I hope not 'everything' but I think you get my point."

Castiel smiles and holds Dean tighter. They fall asleep.

By the morning, Dean wakes up before the angel. He just stays there, without moving, looking at the man by his side. He wonders if this happens every day, how fast the effect would disappear, when Castiel opens his eyes. The angel blinks a couple of times and stretches his arms.

"Hello Dean."

"How did you sleep?" The hunter asks.

"Very well, thank you. How did you sleep?"

"Warm and comfy." Dean replies. They smile and his hand finds Castiel's waist under the covers. "It's still really freaking early. I don't think even Sam is up yet."

"So I guess that gives me time to come back to my room without looking suspicious." Castiel replies.

"Don't go already, come on. You haven't even kissed me 'good morning'"

Castiel closes his eyes and smiles. He reaches closer to Dean and his hand finds the hunter's back. His lips are getting used to find by their own, their way into Dean's mouth. Their kiss is slow and lazy. With the right amount of strength, Dean pushes Cas and his back is now against the mattress, the man is on top of him.

Castiel laughs quietly. "I didn't know 'Good morning' kisses were like this."

"This is a free sample, if you enjoyed it you can buy your monthly subscription." Dean replies and kisses Cas's cheek, all the way to his ear.

"But I don't have any money, how can I pay you for it?"

Dean looks at Castiel and buries his face in the pillow. "Well, our company can conduct a study and maybe you can pay with 'Goodnight' kisses. But I require a sample."

Castiel rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed and kisses Dean's neck. He licks circles across the man's skin until he finds his lips. His tongue reaches deep and he leaves a small bite in the man's lower lip. Dean moans softly.

"I guess you're approved." Dean replies, almost out of breath and his hips pressed more, looking for contact. He kisses the angel deeper.

Castiel moans as well. "Dean..."

Dean rocks his hips and bites Cas's neck and lobe.

"Is this a marketing strategy so I subscribe the full package?" Castiel asks, his fingernails buried in Dean's shirt.

"Is it working? Because, you know we have a special offer, morning coffee is included."

"I already hired that service, I'm very satisfied with the results."

They kiss lighter and Dean eases the pressure on their hips. "And we have nightmares control included."

Castiel smiles and bite his own lip. "Are you sure?"

"Very."

They have been sleeping together for a month now. There are nights when Castiel still awakes scared and sweaty, but Dean takes care of his fears.

Dean doesn't wonder anymore if 'Castiel's effect' would disappear someday, because he already knows the answer. It won't.