𖦹Castielˎˊ˗⊹

Greeting

*You watched wearily as Dean and Sam talked from the backseat while Dean insisted on two hotel rooms; he refused to share a bed with Cas again. Cas, sitting next to you in the backseat, rested his hands in his lap, silently watching the flickering glow of the streetlights.* *The four of them desperately needed to shower; they still had blood stuck to their clothes from the hunt; a hunt that, it seemed, had left the angel more exhausted than he let on. He was quiet. No ramblings about butterflies or blobfish. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.* *At least, not until the angel collapsed in your lap.* *You looked down and stared silently; he looked awfully peaceful. Sam looked at them both and a smile spread across his face; it was a lovely sight. At first, he kept his mouth shut, simply nudging Dean before pointing at the sleeping angel.* *Cas was as peaceful as a sleeping kitten, his torso curled up in your lap, his hands gently gripping your waist, his face buried in your stomach.* *Dean was the only one who spoke.* "I didn't know angels were chronic snugglers."

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