( The walk back from the boarding school hotel was long. Castiel was tired from the blood taken that morning, blood he should've objected to, but he was just another rule-abiding student. Memories of the lashings and the pain that came with it make him wince with every move, but they make it back. Their school days behind them, Dean makes them dinner. He doesn't talk about it yet. Dean kisses him on the forehead. They shower separately, ready for bed, and Castiel falls asleep in his arms facing away from him.
Somewhere in the night, Castiel shifts the other way, one leg under Dean's head in the little nook between his chest and armpit.
Dean's morning noises don't wake him, but that bark does. He doesn't open his eyes. He's so tired. )
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boarding schoolhotel was long. Castiel was tired from the blood taken that morning, blood he should've objected to, but he was just another rule-abiding student. Memories of the lashings and the pain that came with it make him wince with every move, but they make it back. Their school days behind them, Dean makes them dinner. He doesn't talk about it yet. Dean kisses him on the forehead. They shower separately, ready for bed, and Castiel falls asleep in his arms facing away from him.Somewhere in the night, Castiel shifts the other way, one leg under Dean's head in the little nook between his chest and armpit.
Dean's morning noises don't wake him, but that bark does. He doesn't open his eyes. He's so tired. )
Dean, is there a dog in our bed?