Day Two: Cuddling Somewhere
Title: Men Don't Cuddle
Summary: Men don't cuddle, but they do long-term embrace ("Shut up, Cas. There's a difference.").
Notes: Sorry this is so short; tomorrow's will be longer.
Just because Castiel rebuilt The Righteous Man up by the very atoms of his being, that didn't mean he knew everything about him. Like now, when they'd just came down from their high after their first time making love (though Cas had promised never to refer to it as that since it made Dean flush and gruffly tell him that it was called "fucking" and nothing else), Dean curled up on Castiel chest and closed his eyes, the steady beat of Castiel's borrowed heart gradually lulling him to sleep.
"Huh." Castiel said, staring down at him as the man opened his eyes in curiosity.
"What?"
Cas shrugged, "I just never thought of you as the cuddling type."
Dean jerked his head up and glared at him, declaring defiantly, "I am not."
The angel raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Dean, what are we doing now?"
"Long-term embracing." Dean said with a yawn, letting his head fall back down on his chest and closing his eyes. As if sensing Castiel's eye roll, he muttered, "Shut up, Cas. There's a difference."
Castiel let himself cast one more fond glance down at the man in his arms before closing his eyes and allowing his own subconscious to drift off.
Author's Note: The next oneshot - entitled "Better Than Star Wars" - will be posted tomorrow! Reviews, follows, and favorites would be awesome.