[ not like they don't keep plenty of alcohol around the bunker, but the holidays are an excuse to go overboard guilt-free. he rolls over to lay on dean when he pulls him in, kissing his mouth and his brow and his cheeks and his chin. ]
[ his head feels a little like they did, but he has no regrets.
sometimes being kissed by an angel is like being kissed by a cat,
all soft and sweet, warm and gentle. Cute, too. Arms slide around Cas’
waist and fingers dig into his clothes, a pleases him in his chest, smile
pulling at his lips. ]
[ that means "yes". but what do you expect, with an angel under your roof? he laughs when dean pulls him in, breaking the kiss only to rub their cheeks together. ]
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[ dean has given up on whining about cas watching him it just is what it is. ]
The wine last night got me.
[ but not enough Cas’ kisses go unnoticed or unreciprocated. He’ll get them in turn, sleepy and warm. Hands groping to pull him close. ]
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[ not like they don't keep plenty of alcohol around the bunker, but the holidays are an excuse to go overboard guilt-free. he rolls over to lay on dean when he pulls him in, kissing his mouth and his brow and his cheeks and his chin. ]
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Did we drink all of it?
[ his head feels a little like they did, but he has no regrets.
sometimes being kissed by an angel is like being kissed by a cat, all soft and sweet, warm and gentle. Cute, too. Arms slide around Cas’ waist and fingers dig into his clothes, a pleases him in his chest, smile pulling at his lips. ]
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[ that means "yes". but what do you expect, with an angel under your roof? he laughs when dean pulls him in, breaking the kiss only to rub their cheeks together. ]
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Explains why my head hurts.
[ He wants them all, all the kisses, all the touches. It's like Cas' skin knows he's Dean's, the way it reacts to his fingers skirting over. ]
You're warm.
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[ castiel stretches out along dean's side like a big cat, humming with contentment.
he reaches up and brushes dean's fringe back, his touch taking dean's hangover with it. ]
So are you.
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You're a saint.
[ A cool rush and the headache evaporates, and he sighs with contentment, arms tightening around his angel. ]
Feels nice. You feel nice. [ And at risk of being sappy - ] Is it crazy I miss you while I'm asleep?