Sweet Like Cinnamon~

he likes the blue one best because the sleeves cover half his hands, even though he insists that isn’t the reason. he likes sweatpants after exactly one suspicious hour of pretending they are “structurally confusing.” he likes fuzzy socks so much that dean catches him standing in the hallway one morning, sliding one foot slowly across the floor just to feel the texture, and has to leave before he laughs himself sick.

you don’t laugh.

well... not where cas can see.

tonight, he appears in your doorway wearing the blue hoodie, grey sweatpants, and the soft white socks you bought him because he kept staring at them in the store with the grave wonder of a man witnessing divine revelation in aisle four.

“may i come in?” he asks.

you lower your book. “cas, you live here.”

“yes,” he says. “but this is your room.”

your heart does that small, helpless fold it does around him. “come here.”

he doesn’t hesitate after that. he crawls onto the bed with more focus than grace, mattress dipping beneath his weight, and then he simply lowers himself on top of you. all of him. chest to chest, hips heavy over yours, arms sliding under your shoulders as he buries his face in the side of your neck and lets out a long, quiet breath.

you go still for one second, surprised by the sudden warmth of him, by how completely he gives himself over to the contact.

then your hands come up to his back. “comfortable?”

his answer’s muffled against your skin. “extremely.”

you laugh softly, fingers moving into his hair. “you’re crushing me a little.”

he lifts his head immediately, concerned. “should i move?”

“not yet.”

his expression softens so much it almost hurts to look at, and then he settles again, more carefully this time, cheek pressed near your collarbone. he’s heavy, warm, solid in a way that makes the whole room feel quieter.

the bunker hums around you, pipes ticking somewhere in the walls, but cas melts against you as if there’s nowhere else in creation he’d rather be.

after a while, he shifts. “i would like to try another position.”

you bite your lip. “another cuddle position?”

“yes,” he nods solemnly. “it is important to be thorough.”

so you let him be thorough.

he turns onto his side and pulls you against his chest, one arm around your waist, chin tucked over your shoulder. then he changes his mind and lies on his back, guiding you carefully until your head rests over his heart. then he wants your legs tangled together. then his forehead against yours. then your hand in his because, apparently that counts too.

between each adjustment, he kisses you. your temple. your cheek. the corner of your mouth when he misjudges and then looks so pleased with the accident that you kiss him properly. his lips are soft and slow, his hand cupping your jaw with that gentle seriousness he brings to everything he loves and doesn’t fully understand yet.

“you’re very affectionate tonight,” you whisper.

his thumb brushes your cheek. “i am happy.”

oh. as simple as that.

you blink at him, suddenly too full of something warm and breakable. “yeah?”

“yes.” his gaze moves over your face with quiet certainty. “i like being here. with you. in soft clothing.”

a laugh slips out of you, small and wet around the edges. “that’s very romantic.”

“i intended it to be.”

you kiss him again before he can look worried about getting it wrong, and he sighs into it, hand spreading over your back, socks brushing clumsily against your ankle beneath the blanket.

later, when he settles on top of you again, lighter this time, face tucked back into your neck, you hold him there and feel him smile against your skin. he stays that way until your breathing matches his.

@bitchinwallaby requested ⠀ ݁⠀ 𓂂　 I crave for Castiel fluff, can you pretty please supply?I just want him to be happy and living in the bunker with reader. He should have comfortable clothes, right? No more stiff business wear. Just soft hoodies, comfy sweatpants, fuzzy socks. Mmmm. I want him to be a cuddle bug. He'll crawl on the bed and lay on top of reader with his whole weight, bury his face in their neck and just melt. Blissful. He'll move after a while, assume some other cuddle positions hehe, he wants to try them all. Soft touches for both him and the reader. And kisses, lots of kisses.