Dean/Castiel - Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleepx_shadowwings_xMay 31 2010, 23:43:42 UTC
Dean was hot, sleepless and uncomfortable in a sticky, humid motel room, tossing and turning on sweaty sheets. The sheets themselves were thrown back, as the hunter couldn’t bear anything pressing against his skin, other than his usual flimsy pair of boxers. He sighed, then turned onto his other side, hoping to find a more comfortable position there. Instead he found Castiel, sitting upon the edge of the bed and staring at him.
Dean yawned hugely, before he said - “Hey, Cas.”
“Hello, Dean. Are you alight?” Castiel enquired, tilting his head as he watched his lover plump the pillow beneath his head viciously with a pummelling fist and a curse.
“Me? Yeah, I’m peachy,” Dean replied, grumpily, before sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t sleep, Cas. It’s too hot in here.”
“Sam is having no trouble sleeping,” Castiel pointed out, without turning to indicate Dean’s brother snoring loudly in the other bed.
“Sam could sleep through an earthquake and a whole episode of Lost without waking,” Dean replied, with a crooked grin at the angel. “It doesn’t help me in getting to sleep, dude.”
“I suppose not. Sam is not you, after all,” Castiel observed. “Thankfully.”
Dean had to laugh at that, before he said - “Why thankfully?”
“Sam is not who I am in love with,” Castiel replied, simply, eyes never leaving Dean’s face.
“And I’m all the luckier for that,” Dean said, as he punched his pillow viciously again to no avail. “Damn son of a bitch pillow.”
Castiel sighed and passed one hand over the feathered bundle, plumping it and making it softer for Dean’s head.
“Hey, thanks, Cas,” Dean replied, with obvious delight as he settled down more comfortably. “You couldn’t put me to sleep while you’re at it, could you? And don't press your fingers to my forehead. I told you about how I couldn’t poop for a week the last time you did that to me.”
Castiel sighed again, before he settled down beside his lover, wrapping his coat primly around his slender body as he did so. Dean smiled and settled into the angel’s body when he felt Castiel slide one arm around his sweaty waist, smile growing wider when he felt Castiel’s lips warm and soft against his damp forehead. Castiel watched as Dean’s eyes soothed shut, smile still firmly in place on the hunter’s lips as Castiel pressed another kiss to the hunter’s forehead.
“Yeah, that’s nice, Cas, like that,” Dean said, sleepily, yawning again and settling more comfortably upon the bed.
Castiel’s chuckle rumbled in the air between them before Dean felt the angel’s lips pressing against his cheek, soft mouth lingering against the sweaty skin near the corner of his mouth. Dean murmured out a note of approval, as Castiel moved down to his jaw, lips pressing another soft kiss there. The hunter could feel himself relaxing slowly, sleep beginning to drag at his senses and claim him in its weary embrace.
Castiel moved his kisses down to Dean’s neck, to his bare shoulder, to the tattoo forever marked onto Dean’s chest, to the handprint scar burned onto Dean’s shoulder. The hunter moaned as Castiel’s lips lingered upon the scar longer than he had anywhere else. He sighed when he felt Castiel’s lips move away, gently pressing kisses further up on his shoulder, his neck, his jaw, his closed eyes before lingering upon his cheek again. The hunter could feel sleep pulling at him with every kiss placed upon his skin and by the time that Castiel finally pressed a kiss to his lips, the hunter was already asleep and dreaming ...
Dean yawned hugely, before he said - “Hey, Cas.”
“Hello, Dean. Are you alight?” Castiel enquired, tilting his head as he watched his lover plump the pillow beneath his head viciously with a pummelling fist and a curse.
“Me? Yeah, I’m peachy,” Dean replied, grumpily, before sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t sleep, Cas. It’s too hot in here.”
“Sam is having no trouble sleeping,” Castiel pointed out, without turning to indicate Dean’s brother snoring loudly in the other bed.
“Sam could sleep through an earthquake and a whole episode of Lost without waking,” Dean replied, with a crooked grin at the angel. “It doesn’t help me in getting to sleep, dude.”
“I suppose not. Sam is not you, after all,” Castiel observed. “Thankfully.”
Dean had to laugh at that, before he said - “Why thankfully?”
“Sam is not who I am in love with,” Castiel replied, simply, eyes never leaving Dean’s face.
“And I’m all the luckier for that,” Dean said, as he punched his pillow viciously again to no avail. “Damn son of a bitch pillow.”
Castiel sighed and passed one hand over the feathered bundle, plumping it and making it softer for Dean’s head.
“Hey, thanks, Cas,” Dean replied, with obvious delight as he settled down more comfortably. “You couldn’t put me to sleep while you’re at it, could you? And don't press your fingers to my forehead. I told you about how I couldn’t poop for a week the last time you did that to me.”
Castiel sighed again, before he settled down beside his lover, wrapping his coat primly around his slender body as he did so. Dean smiled and settled into the angel’s body when he felt Castiel slide one arm around his sweaty waist, smile growing wider when he felt Castiel’s lips warm and soft against his damp forehead. Castiel watched as Dean’s eyes soothed shut, smile still firmly in place on the hunter’s lips as Castiel pressed another kiss to the hunter’s forehead.
“Yeah, that’s nice, Cas, like that,” Dean said, sleepily, yawning again and settling more comfortably upon the bed.
Castiel’s chuckle rumbled in the air between them before Dean felt the angel’s lips pressing against his cheek, soft mouth lingering against the sweaty skin near the corner of his mouth. Dean murmured out a note of approval, as Castiel moved down to his jaw, lips pressing another soft kiss there. The hunter could feel himself relaxing slowly, sleep beginning to drag at his senses and claim him in its weary embrace.
Castiel moved his kisses down to Dean’s neck, to his bare shoulder, to the tattoo forever marked onto Dean’s chest, to the handprint scar burned onto Dean’s shoulder. The hunter moaned as Castiel’s lips lingered upon the scar longer than he had anywhere else. He sighed when he felt Castiel’s lips move away, gently pressing kisses further up on his shoulder, his neck, his jaw, his closed eyes before lingering upon his cheek again. The hunter could feel sleep pulling at him with every kiss placed upon his skin and by the time that Castiel finally pressed a kiss to his lips, the hunter was already asleep and dreaming ...
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