Dean falls asleep with Cas’ fingers sliding over his back. It’s become a ritual, Dean flopping down on the bed, Cas sitting down next to him to massage the day’s ache out of his muscles. But inevitably, the massage turns to a tender caress as Dean slips into sleep, Cas’ long fingers gliding instead of digging. Dean doesn’t seem to mind.
Dean drifts in and out of consciousness, enjoying the security in the weight of Cas’ hand. But he never notices the patterns Cas is drawing, the careful design Cas creates as he connects Dean’s freckles in invisible lines.
Over the countless nights they spend like this, Cas creates an entire night sky over Dean’s body, drawing constellations into that expanse of skin. He builds a universe all his own, creates the stories that go along with each figure, great legends of bravery and undying love.
Dean lies there, softly snoring, sometimes smacking his lips, completely oblivious.
Until one night, he doesn’t.
“What’re you doing, Cas?” Dean mumbles into his pillow.
Cas is caught so off guard that he just answers honestly. “Drawing constellations.”
Dean doesn’t bother to lift his head out of his arms. “Feels like you know what you’re doing. Have you done this before?”
“Yes,” Cas answers, relieved that Dean doesn’t sound shocked or angry.
After a few seconds, Dean rolls to his back, giving Cas his bare chest and stomach. “And what are these constellations?” He’s groggy, but still amused.
Cas grins, then drags his finger over a cluster of freckles on Dean’s rib cage. He starts talking, telling Dean his made up stories. Dean laughs, a deep rumble that tickles into Cas’ fingers and works its way up Cas’ arm and into his chest.
“This is what you do when I’m asleep? Should I be worried that you not only have my freckles memorized, but that you’ve turned them into a solar system?”
Cas’ stomach sinks. “I’m sorry. I suppose it is a little strange.” He pulls his hand away, embarrassed and a little nervous.
Dean leans up and grabs it, pulls Cas’ hand back down to his chest, right over his heart. “I was just teasing, Cas.”
Dean pulls him down into a deep kiss, turning so that they are both on their sides, totally tangled in each other.
Cas sighs into Dean’s mouth with relief that he can go on living in the magical galaxy that is Dean Winchester.