"Dean... Dean... wake up, please... Dean."
Dean hummed, trying to get his brain in gear.
Cas sounded worried, he should see what was wrong.
"C's?" His mouth didn't work right.
"Oh thank the stars! You're ok... you scared me, Dean. You passed out on me."
Struggling to get up, Dean hummed.
Cas threw himself on Dean, hugging him tightly.
"Not funny, Dean..."
Dean smiled, senses starting to return.
"I'm cool, Cas. Honestly..."
Cas rubbed his head against Dean, before standing up.
"What did I do to deserve you, Dean Winchester?" he sighed happily.
"Dunno. If you can tell me what I did to deserve you, Castiël Novak, my angel of the dark wings." Dean replied, while he pressed a kiss to Cas' belly.
Cas grabbed the quilt from under the sidetable and tucked Dean in.
"You stay here, Dean. Rest up, drink fluids. And later we can discuss things."
Dean smiled softly. He never liked to be mothered, but now, it felt awesome, like a reward.
"Thanks, Cas." he said low.
"Anything for you, my Dean. I am sorry to have to love and leave, but my double shift at the bar starts in fifteen minutes. When I get home, I will give you a massage, ok?"
Dean neatly melted at that prospect.
"You're too good for me, Cas."
Cas hummed and kissed him sweetly.
"No. You are just perfect. Love you."
Dean felt his heart would explode.
"Love you too, angel. Have a good shift."
Cas kissed him again and left.
Later, Dean got sweet little lovenotes via text. All day long.
Wondering at them, Dean cooked himself dinner.
Cas never texted him this much... must be the new road their relation had taken.
Every bing of his phone, made Dean light up.
He decided to pamper himself and took a long, hot bath.
When he got back down, his phone showed three new texts from Cas.
Each as sweet as the next.
Crawling back under the quilt, Dean decided to wait up for Cas.
But the warmth of the bath had made him drowsy, and the little cocoon the quilt provided, had him slip to Neverland in no time flat.
"Hello, handsome..."
Dean grumbled and snuggled deeper into his warm cocoon.
"Dean... oh my.. you're sexy when you sleep."
The want in Cas' gravelly voice woke Dean more.
"Cas... hmmm. What time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
Cas sat on the edge of the sofa, watching him with adoring eyes.
"Whoa.. heart eyes. Sexy..." Dean smiled.
"It's two fifteen. Are you still up for that massage, or would you rather go to bed." Cas answered.
Scratching his head, Dean yawned.
"Bed it is, Dean. I can massage you tomorrow. Come. I want to cuddle."
He reached for Dean, who gladly grabbed those slender hands and pulled Cas in.
They hugged, and kissed, and nuzzled eachother's neck.
Dean inhaled that fresh, oceany scent and he felt the weight of the world leave his shoulders.
"Mmm Cas. Glad you're home, angel."
Cas hugged him tighter and sighed contently.
"Me too, Dean. Me too."
Placing one hand on the back of Cas' head, Dean closed his eyes.
"Dean! Don't fall asleep on me..." Cas chuckled, and Dean jerked awake.
"Sorry, angel. I guess it really is bed time, huh?"
Cas smiled against his neck and nodded.
They got up and Cas lead the way upstairs, Dean ogling his ass as they walked the stairs.
Cas grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him into the blue room.
"I want to wake up next to you, Dean. Do you mind?"
Feeling all warm and gooey, Dean shook his head.
"Nah. Feel the same way, angel."
He crawled under the covers and watched his boyfriend undress.
"One day, Novak, you will give me a striptease. You have a natural grace that is sexy as fuck. I want to see that body move to the music."
Cas blushed happily as he crawled in next to Dean.
"Hmm. I'd love to. But not now, huh? I'm tired and sleepy. And you are halfway off to sleep."
He pulled Dean close and arranged him to lie with his head to Cas' chest, where the steady thud of Cas' heartbeat lulled him to sleep.