Waking up next to Cas that first morning is as terrifying as it is surreal, Dean decides.
Because Dean’s awake right now, but Cas isn’t. His head is pillowed on Dean’s chest and he’s got an arm stretched across his waist and hugging him tightly. Their feet and legs are tangled up together and Dean can feel Cas’ hair tickling the bottom of his chin.
Cas is absolutely beautiful like this. His breath is slow and even and Dean counts his exhales, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His face is free of the usual amounts of worry and stress it normally expresses. In fact, there’s a small smile ghosting his lips and occasionally he hums quiet, contented noises. Dean can’t help but wonder what he’s dreaming about.
His long eyelashes fan out across his cheeks, and Dean wants to kiss them immediately. He hadn’t done that last night.