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I would've had this chapter out earlier but I've been out all day, socialising because I turned 18 today and finally lost my childhood *sarcastic cheering*
Side note: Beer tastes frigging awful. Sorry, Dean, but it's true.
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153. Thunderstorm
The howling wind, crackling thunder and pouring rain was doing nothing but irritating Dean, who was trying to get some damn sleep and hoping that his frigging insomnia hadn't come back. Groaning loudly, he turned over and felt for Cas but his angel wasn't next to him.
"Cas?" he grunted. "Where're ya?"
"I'm here," Cas' low voice said. Swiping at his eyes and groaning again, Dean sat up in bed to see Cas sitting in a seat near the window, staring out into the dark night.
"What're you doin'? Can't see anythin'," Dean yawned.
"I like thunderstorms," Cas said, still staring outside with a faraway look on his face. "They remind me of Heaven. It was always amazing to observe storms from up there. I miss it sometimes."
Dean thought that he detected a hint of sadness in Cas' voice and immediately felt horribly guilty once again about the fact that Cas' wings had been clipped because of him.
"Stop that, Dean." Cas turned away from the window and glared. "I know exactly what you're thinking. I chose to fell. You did not force me in any way. I thought we were past that?"
"We are," Dean said quickly. "Just…sometimes, I can't help it."
Cas' face softened. When the next clap of thunder sounded, he went back to staring outside while Dean shivered, despite it being rather warm. The sound of the rain and wind made him feel chilly and the bed suddenly felt rather large and cold.
"Hey, angel. C'mere." Dean held out his arms. Cas immediately crossed over to the bed, crawled up to where Dean was sitting up and settled down next to him, snuggling into him and wrapping Dean's arms around himself. As his angel began to purr contentedly, Dean pressed a kiss to his head and began to stroke his dark hair, his cheek resting on Cas' head.
"Heaven was my home once," Cas said quietly. "Now my home is with you, Dean, no matter where we go. It always will be. I will always be content so long as I am with you."
Dean felt brilliant warmth blossom in his stomach and spread through his body. He kissed his husband's head again and found that his eyes finally began to drift close. Lulled by the rain and Cas' familiar scent, Dean slowly drifted off to sleep, his angel wrapped securely in his arms.