You can’t convince me that Spark doesn’t baby his eggs like the mother hen he is

I just have this growing stack of art sitting in my drafts

When Dean and Cas do share a bed, they end up fighting a lot. And not in the…exclusive bedroom sexy playtime kind of way.

“Cas,” Dean whispers harshly when he wakes up on a Sunday morning with his feet and fingers cold and a very content warm lump lying next to him, dead to the world and his very cold, annoyed boyfriend.

“Cas!” He hisses louder this time, jabbing somewhere vaguely around his right. It works, albeit terribly - the sleeping figure next to him just growls softly, and then silence. Then, a very offensive snore.

What’s that saying again? If the mountain will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet must go to the mountain.

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