Reconnection

It’s hard to remember a time that he was afraid to do something, but Cas was sure that this moment would not be forgotten any time soon. He was in the carefully color coordinated motel room before he could give himself time to reconsider it. Dean was sprawled out on the bed like a dead man, snoring. Cas gave himself time to take in the sight of his friend, to get reacquainted with his presence before moving closer. He placed his hand on Dean’s back, feeling it rise and fall, the warmth of skin rising up through the green jacket that Dean wore. His other hand followed suit, followed by his head. In a moment of listening to heartbeats and breathing as one, a soft smile formed itself on Cas’ lips. The angel never wanted for much, but in this moment, his only wish was to be closer to this man beneath him. He disconnected with Dean for only a second, opening the sheets on the other queen-sized bed and then lifting Dean into the warmth of white cotton, covering him and feeling of his hair one last time before disappearing into the air.