Tag: awwwwh!

starsinursa:

okay, but imagine this

cas is horrible to share a bed with, and dean knows from first-hand experience

and it’s not even a simple issue like snoring, which dean could deal with because he’s shared a room with sammy tons of times throughout the years and sammy snores like a chainsaw

no, instead, cas is always doing shit like:

• wedging his ice-cold toes between dean’s thighs in the middle of the night, even though dean repeatedly tells him to just wear socks to bed
• eating in bed, and not a bowl of cereal either, but dry stuff like crackers and toast and those horrible nature’s valley oat bars that get scratchy crumbs everywhere in the sheets
• flat-out refusing to get out of bed unless: (a) it’s after 11 a.m., (b) there’s already coffee ready and waiting for him, and if neither of those things are true, he’s not shy about telling dean to fuck off in a sleepy, muffled, yet dangerous, tone
• insisting on showering at night before bed instead of in the morning like a normal person, so he always comes to bed with wet hair and gets the pillows all gross and damp
• hogging said pillows, because there’s plenty to spare when they go to sleep but by the time they wake up, cas has two under his head, one stuffed behind his back, one wedged between his knees, one tucked against his chest, and dean has a crick in his neck from his head laying flat on the mattress all night
• rolling over in the mornings to snuggle closer and always managing to jab an elbow or a knee right into dean’s half-full bladder
• always leaning in for a good-morning kiss, horrible morning breath be damned

and dean would go fucking crazy, except for the fact that cas also:

• looks so serious sometimes when he’s dreaming, eyebrows pinched together, until dean smoothes away the grumpy line with his fingers and cas’ face slowly relaxes
• uses some kind of organic oatmeal and honey shampoo, and dean’s so conditioned to the smell that it’s impossible for him to fall asleep if he goes to bed first, tossing and turning impatiently until cas finally climbs under the covers and wriggles close
• sighs sometimes in his sleep when dean wraps his arms around him, but not a heavy sigh, just a content, almost relieved-sounding sigh, a faint huff of breath that puffs against dean’s face
• runs his fingers through dean’s hair when dean’s feeling restless, massaging his scalp deliciously until dean can barely keep his eyes open
• hums quietly to himself, and maybe cas can’t carry a tune in a bucket and none of it ever sounds like a song dean can recognize, but the low, steady vibrations in cas’ chest are soothing in a weird way
• stretches in the mornings, one leg kicking out from under the sheets, arms extending above his head, back arching languidly, all of his muscles taut beneath his skin
• always leans in for a good-morning kiss, horrible morning breath be damned