If you ask Dean, especially in public or around other hunters, he’ll tell you his favorite place in the world is behind the wheel of his Baby. Riding off to another hunt, gun tucked into his waistband, Sam by his side, and Cas in the back, ready to fight evil.
And he does love it. It’s where he feels comfortable, like he’s making the biggest difference he can possibly make in a world that often seems beyond help. The reality, however, is something that Dean will admit to himself only occasionally. His favorite place in the world is actually right here, where he currently is.
The room is a little warm, and he’s defintely a little sweaty after one hell of a workout. Dean’s body is heavy on his memory foam, and he’s maybe minutes from drifting off, but Dean wants more than anything to savor this moment a little longer. Cas is just as warm as he is, but it doesn’t bother Dean in the least that their naked skin is sticking together. He’s tucked into Cas’s arms, and Cas’s wonderful long fingers are tracing nonsensical patterns along the ridges of Dean’s spine.
“Sleepy?” Cas asks softly.
“Mmm, yeah,” Dean mumbles. With each inhale and exhale, he’s finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
“Go to sleep,” Cas tells him, pressing his lips to Dean’s forehead. “I’ll watch over you.”
Cas’s words bring him comfort like nothing else can, and Dean quits fighting, dropping off into peaceful sleep.