Being an angel brought its troubles for sure, but it was who Castiel was and it was all he ever wanted to be. Those days when he was human were dramatically horrific and he was very glad they were over. He had no idea how humans had kept all their emotions and needs in order all the time, his respect for them had definitely sky rocketed.
His favourite thing about being an angel is probably that he doesn’t need sleep; he just thought it was a waste of valuable time. It might feel good, but it was just so difficult to wake up and get dressed to start the day. But it was also because he could stay awake and watch over you while you regained your strength. He told himself that it was because he was protecting but he knew deep down he just liked watching you sleep, as creepy as it might sound.
He enjoyed holding you close while you drifted off to sleep, your breathing becoming light against his chest. The feeling of your skin against his was pure addictive, he wished to pull you even closer to him though you were already pushed up against him as close as possible.
He loved it whenever you would sleepily toss and turn unable to find a comfortable position until he brought your back to his chest, his arm draped over your body as he placed light loving kisses to the back of your neck.
The feeling of thin material continuously rubbing against the angel’s chest, reminding him his white button down shirt was the only thing blocking your naked bodies to mould together. He loved to feel your back against his chest but it made his heart flutter whenever you wore his shirt, either way was a win in his eyes. Whenever you chose to wear a shirt he would sneak a hand up it the slightest and draw lazy circles into your abdomen.
Sometimes you would mumble the angels name under your breath on accident, which in return caused Castiel to smile as bright as Baby’s headlights. Even when you weren’t conscious and in control of your mind you were thinking of the man beside you, and it made him feel much more loved than he’s ever felt.
When morning came it usually took you a long time to put clothes on and head out for breakfast, but Castiel didn’t mind one bit. While the brothers were in the kitchen eating cereal that had most likely expired weeks ago, you were exchanging slow, sleepy kisses with him.
The feeling he had towards you was definitely human; he knew that. It wasn’t as if some of the human had stayed inside him when he swallowed his grace once again. You and the brothers had taught him how to love and he had no idea were to even begin to thank you.
If Castiel could feel like this towards you, maybe being human wasn’t as bad as he originally thought.