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Dean put down the bottle and book onto the table next to the bed before flopping down onto it. A sign from the motel, a green tree framing the note, wished him ‘a pleasant stay.’ Which he very much doubted based off his experiences with cheap motels with tacky pop music playing.
But then Castiel appeared, smelling of heaven and flowers that Dean couldn't name. His grace lit up the room with a silver light when he saw Dean smile.
And as he got up to kiss his angel, Dean thought he might just have more than a ‘pleasant stay.’