~ September 18th ~
Happy Anniversary Dean & Castiel
As Dean slowly woke up, opening his eyes and in the back of his mind recalling what day it was today, he found himself smiling sleepily.
He knew that he was being weird about this, because technically, it was a day like any other. September 18th. Dean was not ashamed to admit that it was dumb to get all sentimental because of a date; it was simply a number. And yet, this particular day was important to Dean…
He rolled onto his side, so that he could take a look at the still sleeping figure beside him.
A fallen angel was curled up under the blankets, face buried in his pillow so that Dean could only see the mess that was Castiel’s hair. Dean smiled affectionately. He scooted closer to Cas, nuzzling the nape of Castiel’s neck and kissing him softly where a miniscule strip of skin was exposed.
“Cas? Wake up…” Dean coaxed, whispering into Castiel’s hair.
The only response coming from the heap of blankets was a grunt that sounded somewhat like Dean’s name.
Dean laughed quietly; Cas as a human was not a happy camper in the mornings.
“Ah, come on, baby.” Dean tried again, adding the pet name to try and persuade Cas. “We shouldn’t sleep this day away.”
“’s too early, Dean…” The deep sleep-drunk voice protested, muffled against the pillow.
“Hmm, it’s almost noon, so I wouldn’t say early.” Dean countered, gently poking Castiel in the ribs.
The former angel downright groaned at that, but he at last gave up on ignoring Dean and shifted so that he was resting on his side, finally allowing Dean to make eye-contact.
“Hey you…” Dean greeted with a smirk.