#dingodiles

ok well mel's killing me with her stories i am dead goodnight

They are arguing again and Castiel can not stand it. He cannot stand how Dean's tense from his eyes to his toes. The way his charge is tearing at the skin around his nails, chewing on them like all his worries will go away. He has his own problems but watching Dean like this is a reminder of how much Dean hides to focus on others. With no warning he moves forward, wrapping his arms around the hunter's waist, pulling him back to the bed. The human puts up a good fight - 'the fuck Cas? Let me go!' - all elbows and limbs as the angel tries to settle him. They are not fighting any more, that is what matters. He buries his face in the crook of Dean's neck, breathing in and smiling as Dean relaxes a little. Deft fingers move through his hair and Cas smiles wider at that, wings cocooning around them protectively even though he knows Dean can not see them. The other can feel them though, settling into Cas' hold with eyes closed, only giving a nod of acknowledgement when Sam mentions going to get food. Completely lost in the feeling of being wrapped in each other. Though at one point Cas gives a huff of annoyance when Dean whines about how chick-flicky this is.