PB100 Prompt Fill - Slouched
When Castiel returns to the living room, Dean is slouched into the couch cushions, remote clutched loosely in a half-open fist on his thigh. Eyes closed, belly rising and falling with his peaceful breaths, his head tips back at a pinchy angle.
Before Castiel can touch him, Dean startles himself awake with a soft snore, blinking hard in an endearing daze. His green eyes land on Castiel and crinkle immediately at the corners: spiderwebbing proof of years of joy, of laughter. Lightness. All the wonderful things Dean deserves.
“Hey, sunshine,” Dean rumbles, soft, reaching for Castiel. “C’mere, I wanna snuggle.”












