UM YOU'RE DOING DESTIEL HEADCANONS THIS MA JAM okay so one time Dean and Cas are driving through the night and Cas sinks lower and lower in his seat until he finally claims the space on Dean's lap for his head and falls asleep and Dean smiles and runs his hand through his hair until finally he pulls off on the side of the road so he can fully enjoy it and they fall asleep together in the darkness in the Impala.
I love this so much! And in the morning the sun is streaming through the windows and Cas blinks his eyes open, all kittenish and squinty, and he feels Dean’s fingers gently threaded through his hair and just smiles to himself and lays there for a little longer, enjoying Dean’s warmth until cars start passing them. He recalls from Metatron’s pop culture download that this positioning could be questionable were they noticed by law enforcement, so he sits up slowly, trying not to disturb Dean. But Dean, after decades of hunting is too much of a light sleeper not to notice. As a compromise he pulls Cas in and holds him tightly against his chest whispering about five more minutes that will inevitably turn into ten or thirty while he traces absent patterns on the back of Cas’s hand. If one of the patterns happens to be a heart, Cas is gracious enough not to comment (although he privately enjoys the way Dean’s freckles look through his blush.)