Note: Drug Use involved; set way after Gates of Hell closing, sort of an Alternate Time Line I guess. Drabbly shtuff for Brooke and Jess <3
The sky outside the window of the bedroom was dark, the light of the full moon casting a soft glow through the glass and onto the bed. A small fire had been set in the fireplace, but it had now whittled down to glowing embers. On the bed, Dean Winchester sat cross legged with his back to the foot of the bed, hunched over something in his lap as Castiel, leaning back against the headboard, looked on with lazy interest.
“When was the last time you did this?” The Angel asked, his voice soft. His friend glanced up from his hands and smirked.
“Not for a long time.” He responded. They were silent for a moment more before he finally chuckled, obviously pleased with himself as he held up a thin joint for the man before him. “Whaddya think, Cas?”
Castiel rolled his eyes, laughing quietly. “Dean, I’ve never taken part in anything of the sort. I am not the one to give an opinion on your craftsmanship.” A glint of humor appeared in his blue eyes, watching Dean as the man opposite him pushed Castiel’s foot playfully with his free hand.
“Smartass,” Dean quipped before getting to his knees and crawling up next to Castiel to reach across him to the bedside table and grab the lighter he had placed there earlier that night. Flopping back onto the bed, Dean lit the joint, taking a slow and long drag before leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His past experience kept him from a coughing fit, but his eyes were still watery when he looked back at his friend. They sat in companionable peace, listening to the noises of the forest outside the window as Dean took another hit.
Nights like this were becoming more and more common for the pair of them, quiet reveries and hushed whispers against pillows. Now that he had begun hunting less, he felt empty, but honestly, Dean was tired. As his thoughts slowed, he felt a laziness settle in his bones, his eyelids drooping sleepily. He felt Castiel’s fingers wrap around his wrist, and he thoughtlessly lay himself down, his head in the Angel’s lap. He sighed softly as Castiel drug his fingers through Dean’s hair and Dean found he couldn’t make any move to stop him. Not that he couldn’t… He didn’t want to.
Instead, he found himself looking up at Castiel, studying the way the dim light played in Castiel’s deep blue eyes. A calmness washed over him as Castiel placed his free hand on Dean’s stomach, his eyes slipping closed. An unspoken understanding passed between them as Dean’s hand came to lay on top of Castiel’s, a silent thanks and a lingering wish that the night would last for so much longer.
“You should sleep, Dean,” Castiel murmured, his fingers pushing his bangs back gently. Dean’s lips turned up in a small smile as he hummed in return. He didn’t agree but something about the way his name rolled off Castiel’s lips made his heart thrum. A surge of confidence came over him and he opened his eyes to stare up at the Angel.
“Kiss me first,” he said simply, Castiel looking down at him in shock. Neither one moved for a tense moment, until Castiel’s eyes softened and a barely-there smile appeared on his lips.
“I think I like it when you smoke, Dean,” Castiel whispered and leaned down, their lips touching gingerly. As first kisses went, Dean felt that the spark was more than he could take, the chaste kiss alone leaving him breathless. Regardless of all signals in his brain ringing loud and clear, he grabbed the duvet and sucked in a breath, calming his nerves. “Dean.” Castiel breathed against his Hunter’s face, lips brushing his cheek in adoration.
Dean smiled. He felt sleepiness slow his thinking, and his free hand reached up to rest on Castiel’s cheek. “Join me next time.” He muttered, and Castiel gave a soft chuckle.
With that, Dean sighed, Castiel continuing his gentle attentions, and the Hunter gave in to sleep.