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There’s something comforting to Castiel about having Dean’s arms around him. Something soothing about the two of them being pressed together, just existing. Something
safe.
Castiel just wants to to be held.
Dean likes holding him, so he doesn’t complain. They both are happy like this, tangled in this easy intimacy.
Dean’s room— now
their
room— is dark. Castiel can hear someone shuffling around in the kitchen, though he doesn’t pay it attention. Today, he and Dean have nowhere to be; no case to rush off on, no monsters to kill, no apocalypses to prevent. They can afford to stay like this.
Overnight, they’ve gotten even more entangled. Castiel has an arm slung over Dean’s waist and his head is tucked into the crook of his neck. One of Dean’s legs is slotted between his own. They’re intertwined, and there’s no way for Castiel to escape Dean’s hold or for Dean to escape his, but escape never crosses his mind. This is all he needs, all he
wants.
Just this closeness.
Castiel shifts ever so slightly to look up at Dean’s face. With the low light, he can’t see Dean’s freckles. He can see the way Dean looks down at him, eyes soft and lips quirked up in a smile.
“Hey,” Dean says.
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel’s smile is audible. It grows wider and fonder as Dean presses a lingering kiss to his forehead.
They don’t say anything else for a few minutes. They don’t need to; Castiel burrows closer and Dean’s arms wrap around him.
It’s such a human thing, laying with a lover. Feeling at home so long as they’re next to you.
Dean drops a kiss onto his cheek.
Castiel sighs in contentment, then angles his head upwards to press a gentle kiss to Dean’s lips.
“Stay here for awhile?” Dean leans back in to kiss him lazily.
“So long as you stay, too,” Castiel tells him.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” Dean says, smiling.
Castiel drops his head onto Dean’s chest, and that’s how they stay.