Castiel is fascinated with the freckles on Dean's earlobes.
He likes to nip at them playfully, half astride Dean in the early morning as they are waking up, his breath tickling at the side of Dean's neck. Dean squirms and laughs, a low, sleep-heavy rumble of a chuckle, but he doesn't fight as Castiel's teeth drag across the soft skin.
Dean is not so much fond of Castiel's earlobes as his neck; he knows the exact spot to nuzzle and lazily kiss to make Castiel's muscles turn to warm honey and he lowers himself down, Dean's arms encircling him and with a twist Dean is now astride him, tongue still lapping at that delicious junction of throat and chin.
The alarm clock will not interrupt them for another forty-five minutes. There is a case today, one that requires six hours of driving, but for now they allow themselves a few precious moments outside of time to explore each other in the tiny ways they love.