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Dean stirred, stretching languidly from his head all the way to his toes peeking out from under the soft blanket on top of him. He smelled coffee and bacon. Sam must be up already. Dean smiles to himself a moment taking it all in—a home, despite the fact that life is still uneasy and hard to deal with at times, he’s got what’s most important to him here.
He shifts and rolls to his side, careful not to disturb the slumbering body next to him. Castiel’s face looked peaceful, lips parted, eye lashes thick against the tops of his cheeks. He didn’t look any different except for the part where he actually slept now. Dean takes him in for a few moments, head propped in his hand, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to Cas’ left cheek. Dean pulls back to watch for signs of stirring and continues when he sees no indication that Cas felt it. He kisses his right cheek, pauses, and then kisses his forehead. That does it.
Cas’ face twitches slightly, eyes fluttering open and closed again. Dean kisses the tip of his nose gingerly causing Cas to squint open one eye and glare at him. Dean continues and presses light kisses to the sides of his jaw and his chin, smiling against the warmth of Cas’ skin. Cas blinks open both eyes, glaring at Dean with a mixture of grumpiness and bewilderment.
Dean smiles, a wide, genuine toothy grin that he feels all the way down to his bones.
Cas shifts and rolls to face Dean, closing his eyes again. ”Dean Winchester,” Cas tries for annoyed but misses entirely, “if you don’t kiss me properly, I will never speak to you again.”
Dean chuckles softly, slipping a hand around the back of Cas’ neck as he inches forward to close the gap between them.
Cas is still adjusting to being fallen and he has more stubble than usual now that it actually grows. It feels strange against Dean’s skin. Dean knows Cas has a sadness inside him that he can’t fix but for now he’ll revel in the fact that he can’t disappear so easily. This is all so new to them, all of this but they’re trying. They both have morning breath and rumbly stomachs and there’s a world of madness waiting for them outside of this bunker but they can’t be bothered to care about it all just yet.