Holaaaaa! If I can submit a prompt for you, could you please write something based on: "Are you still mad at me?" "Very much, yes" "Are you too mad at me to let me sleep with you tonight?" Thanks in advance!
I´m sorry this took so long, but I haven´t been feeling well this week for multiple reasons.
Here you go. Vaguely canon!verse. Dean and Cas had retired from hunting, Cas is human. Explicit sex with feelings, bottom!Dean, Cas POV
Cas looks up when he hears the scuffle of Dean’s bare feet in the doorway. He’s wearing his sleeping shirt and boxer briefs and he’s clutching a pillow to his chest. Cas feels a surge of affection towards him but he stomps on it and turns away.
“Are you still mad at me?” Dean asks.
Cas involuntarily shoots him a look. “Very much, yes,” he answers. There’s a moment of silence which Cas tries to use to focus on his book.
“Are you too mad at me to let me sleep with you tonight?”
Castiel shuts the book with a sigh.
“We said… we agreed on no more hunts. You promised-”
“I know, Cas, and I said I’m sorry. It was personal, I had to go.”
“As if hunts in which you are invested emotionally aren’t even more dangerous!” Cas says throwing the book angrily on his bedside table.
“We’re not talking about it anymore,” Cas cuts him off. “You can sleep here if you want, but it won’t change anything. I’m mad at you.”
He turns the lamp off, draws the sheets up to his chin and squeezes his eyes shut.
He hears the soft click of the closing door, light footsteps and then rustle of sheets. The mattress dips and the familiar heat of Dean’s body seeps to him.
Cas feels his muscles relax automatically and he hates himself for it a little bit.
It takes Dean a moment to gather the courage to shift closer. He places his big, warm palm on Cas’ hip and nuzzles at the back of Cas’ neck.
“I didn’t say anything about touching,” Cas growls.
Dean’s hand only tightens and he brushes his lips against Cas’ skin giving him goosebumps. “Come on, Cas. I know you are mad because you love me.”
“Yes, I do, but I’m not very happy about it right now.”
“Cas, let me make it up to you,” Dean whispers against Cas’ ear, his hand moves to Cas’ belly.
Cas pushes him away and turns to face him.
“Do you even know what you would be making up for? Do you have any idea how scared I was?”
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