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- 17.09.15 - ESP - Ryeowook estará participando en el "Concierto Gimul"~ -

- 17.09.15 - PT - Ryeowook participará do ‘Concerto Gimul’ - 

You trudge into the motel room, annoyed, exhausted, but not angry. You should be. The hunt ended with no serious injuries, which you’re grateful for. Unfortunately, that worry was replaced with a lovely interaction with the local police and, worse, your celebration with Dean at the bar ending with an entire plastic cup of beer spilling over your shirt.

It’s an old shirt, but you’re fond of it and now it’s ruined for the night. All you’d wanted to do from the moment you’d felt that blood splatter over you was come back to the room, change into pajamas, and watch stupid movies until you fell asleep. You’d felt bad, though, when Sam and Cas decided to go to a restaurant and leave Dean at the bar alone. So you’d agreed to accompany him. For a few drinks, you’d been happy, actually thought you’d made the right choice. Then the man had shoved Dean and one thing led to another and now you’re peeling off your soaking shirt and tossing it onto the ground.

Grumbling to yourself, you dig through the dresser drawer, trying to find another shirt.

One certain one, grey and way too big for you, catches your eye.

You know you shouldn’t, but you pick it up, slipping it over your head and breathing in the sweet scent that clings to it. The irritation you still feel starts to ebb away as it hangs off your body. It’s warm like a hug, and softer than you’d imagined it would be.

You smile despite your evening and reach down to get a pair of sweatpants. Grabbing the remote from next to the TV, you cross the room and crawl under the fluffy comforter. Shuffling under it, you stack two pillows behind your back and curl up. Somehow, the TV starts up with no issues. You wonder if your night really is getting better.

Flipping through the channels, you stop on some cheesy rom-com and pull the comforter up to your chin.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, content, exhaustion slowly taking over and tugging on your eyelids, but you don’t bother to move when the front door creaks open again.

“There you are.”

“Hey, babe.” You try to say, though it’s a little slurred from sleep.

Cas shrugs off his jacket, laying it over the back of a chair. “I thought you were with Dean.”

“I was.” You sit up, stretching. “Then I had an entire beer spilled on me and I decided I was done with that.”

Cas frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Dean just got in a fight again.”

Cas slides off his shirt, approaching the dresser. He doesn’t sleep at night, at least, you think he doesn’t, but you’ve convinced him over the last few months to change into sweatpants and a T-shirt before he lays down in the bed. You’d woken up one too many times with marks on your face from the buttons on his shirt.

He digs through the clothes. “Have you seen my grey shirt? The one I wear to bed?”

You blush. “Um, maybe?”

He glances at you over his shoulder. “Maybe?”

“I might know where it is.”

He returns to rifling through the clothes. “Where? I thought I saw it in here.”

You slide out of bed, padding over to Cas, wobbling from exhaustion. “I think it was stolen.”

“Stolen?” Cas turns to you, face contorted in confusion until he sees you. You wait for his reaction, twisting the shirt’s hem in your hands.

You nearly sigh in relief when he smiles. “I see.”

“My shirt was ruined and this one looked so comfy. You can have it back. I’ll change.”

Cas wraps his calloused hands around yours, stopping you. “No, you keep it.”You feel your heart flip at his look. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” He clears his throat. “You… look good in it.”

“Thanks.” You murmur, suddenly shy, though you’re not sure why. You’ve been dating him for months.

But when he runs his hands up and down your arms, knocking the goosebumps away, you realize why. He’s looking at you like he never has before. There’s no worry in his gaze, no terror, no concern over how a hunt will end or how a wound will heal. There’s just happiness: Happiness and adoration.

A look you’re sure is reflected in your own eyes.

You swallow, enjoying the light feeling in your stomach, and pop onto the tips of your toes to press a kiss to Cas’s nose.

He runs his hands up to your biceps, gripping them tight as he leans down to press a slow, steady kiss against your lips.

Your legs wobble under you, a combination of nerves and exhaustion. Still, you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. Cas deepens the kiss, tracing the outline of your body with his hands before bundling the sides of the soft shirt in his hands.

He deepens the kiss further, tugging you against his bare chest, letting you run your hands through his dark hair, bumping your nose with his whenever he tilts his head the other way, helping you stand when your knees threaten to give up again.

Your stomach flutters when he lets go of the shirt and rests his hands on your hips, guiding you backward.

When your calves hit the bed, Cas takes your face into his hands, gently pushing you back a few inches. “You need to sleep.”

“I’m fine.” You mumble even though your blinks are getting longer and longer.

He chuckles, stepping away so you can crawl into the bed. He gets in on the other side, eyeing your stack of pillows.

“You can have one.” You say, pulling the comforter over yourself.

Cas smiles. “I’m okay. Will you sleep now?”

“But kisses.” You whine as you turn on your side to see Cas.

He smiles. “Tomorrow.”

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