kissa

perchedangel:

i’m just thinking how Castiel, on rather rare occasion, wakes up before Dean and sometimes he just lies there looking at Dean, memorising every single detail of his beautiful features, and he has seen, sees, Dean’s soul, he has touched it, and he knows the man lying next to him is remarkably beautiful both inside and out and Castiel marvels in the fact that he can call him his, and he leans closer and kisses Dean’s forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his right ear, his neck, his collarbones, the side of his nipple, his navel, his hips, the inside of his tight, moving lower and lower painting the hunters body with his mouth, devoting him, leaving little lovemarks on his way, and he does it so slow and carefully that Dean stirs awake only once Cas has reached his ankle, but he’s only half awake really and it’s way too early, so insteads of saying anything he just pulls Cas back next to him, missing his warmth, and wraps an arm around him and mumbles something incoherent before quickly drifting back to sleep and Castiel places one last kiss against his lips before sighing contently and falling asleep himself, and when Dean finally wakes up he feels particularly good and relaxed, but he can also swear there’s new freckles at places he didn’t even remember having them :’)