Rest
Title: Rest
Rating: G
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: end of season 5
Warnings: basically ignores all of season 6
Word Count: 514
Summary: A quiet moment between Dean and his angel. Inspired by this image created by gikun . I hope that it's okay I used that picture as inspiration!
A/N: Just a real short drabble that came to mind looking at that freaking amazing picture. Hope you guys like it!
Dean never got over how strange this sight was.
He pushed himself up further on his elbow, getting comfortable against the wash of feathers that he was leaning against. He was careful to keep the sharp point of his elbow off the sensitive appendage, his bicep brushing dark hair. The wing behind his back flexed subtly, curling towards him, and then went still once more, curving up the headboard and against the wall.
Castiel breathed in deeply, the hand that was resting next to his face twitching slightly, fingers curling before going still. His eyes remained closed, lips parted only slightly as he breathed, deep and even in sleep.
Dean raised a hand, brushing his fingers across Castiel's other hand, which was resting lightly on his stomach. Gently Dean smoothed his fingers across to warm skin before slipping his fingers between Castiel's, tangling their hands together. Castiel's fingers curved inward after a moment, but the angel still didn't wake, deep in sleep.
Sometime after God had restored everything after the failed Apocalypse, returning Sam and Bobby to life and giving Castiel back his powers, the angel had taken up a fairly normal life with the Winchesters. The return of Castiel's powers had led Dean to finally work up the courage to ask Castiel to stay, as he didn't think he could handle losing the angel again. Castiel had responded with a smile and a hesitant kiss, nodding.
Castiel retained his Grace, and he spent some of his time up in Heaven, but he had told Dean that his official mission was now to watch over the Righteous Man and his family.
Now, staring down at the angel in his bed, Dean couldn't be happier. Even though Castiel regularly behaved as a human, eating and sleeping, it was still completely strange to see the angel sleeping. Even so, he was beautiful, and Dean never lost the chance to watch him dream.
There was another shift beneath him, a flutter of feathers before Castiel fell still once more, his dreams no doubt taking him through the skies as they often did. Dean studied the shape of the angel's features in the bars of light coming from the window, the strong line of his lightly stubbled jaw, the fall of dark lashes against pale cheeks, the softly parted lips. Carefully Dean moved the hand that was holding up his cheek, lowering his fingers to brush the soft hair away from Castiel's forehead.
Another sigh escaped Castiel's plump lips and he turned his face towards Dean. Dean smiled and threaded his fingers through dark hair, petting across the soft strands, almost as soft as the feathers that were curling around Dean's shoulder. Liquid blue eyes slid open, meeting Dean's viridian gaze in the dark room, and Castiel smiled.
There were no words; none were needed. Castiel simply rolled towards the taller man while Dean moved to lay on his back, allowing the angel to rest against his chest, cheek against Dean's shoulder. Both breathed out in contentment, and then the room fell still once more, returning to rest.