dean and cas under some big fluffy soft blankets since it’s winter and the bunker isn’t always too warm.
dean and cas snuggling under said blankets with one of them hogging them every once in awhile.
dean nuzzling into cas’ neck feeling safe and happy and and /warm/. cas snuggling right back, wrapping his arms around dean and tangling their legs together and feeling found instead of lost, feeling calm.
both of them happy and warm and safe under their big fluffy blankets. :-)
There’s a tense push-pull happening that isn’t always pleasant to witness (one particular moment had my jaw on the floor), but it fully realizes their own separate truths with a careful reverence often void in LGBT representation. It’s not always agreeable, but it’s important to understand it’s realistic – as it should be. And my god, it is so worth it.