I felt like writing another wincestiel one shot…
I were lying in my bed. The blanket pushed down to my hips. It was warm in the room even though the window was opened. My eyes were closed, but I could still see the light under my eyelids, that the sun still shone outside. I turned my head, resting my cheek on the pillow under my head. I breathed in the scent. It smelled like the ocean and new cut grass. It must have been the new fabric softener I bought not long ago.
On my right side I knew Sam was lying. Last time I checked he was lying on his stomach, bare chested, and reading a thick pocket. His hair hanging down except for the side who was turned to me, he had pulled it behind his ear.
Dean, on the other hand, sat by a small table, reading today’s paper and taking notes, looking for another hunt. I think this would be a calm day, at least it had been so far. We have all worked our asses off the last months.
I moaned softly and stretched my body out. My eyes opened slowly. Everything was the same as last time I checked. I rolled over buried my face in the pillow and wrapped my arms around it feeling the cool fabric underneath.
Suddenly I felt a movement in the bed. Then I felt something close and a hand landing softly on my back and it started to rub it gently. I relaxed under the touch, getting goosebumps all over my arms. And then I could smell it. The cologne who reminded me of punch. Sam always smelled like that and I swear I would never get tired of it.
Footsteps echoed the room and getting closer to the giant bed. The bed sank a bit as Dean laid down on my left side giving me a kiss on my scapula. “Cas” he murmured against my skin, giving me goosebumps all over my body. I lifted my head and turned it to Dean who was ready to catch my lips. I sighed into the touch. Sam had laid an arm around my waist, his face buried in my neck and I could feel his hot breath and his lips caress the skin there. Dean slid his tongue over my bottom lip begging for entrance. I separated my lips letting Dean in. I felt a hand locking itself in mine. Probably Deans.
I have never felt so loved as I did in the Winchesters arms. They touched me so gently, kissed me, whispered that I was beautiful, whispering my name. I’ve never heard someone pronounce my name so beautiful before I met them. After I realized that I felt human feelings I started to read human books and listen to music and fell for the words, the beauty. And some of the authors were right. Angels also need love and being taken care of… And as I understand it, the Winchesters loves an angel instead.