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1) Arms of an Angel
Dean could sense the familiar presence by his bedside, and he couldn't help but smile. From the semi-darkness of the room, he could barely make out the silvery shadow creeping towards him, attempting to slide between the sheets.
It seemed Cas wanted company for the night.
"Cas, sweetheart, you're going to need your vessel if you want to get some," Dean said, chuckling a little. He felt the flare of heat as Castiel bristled at the offense given before a bright flash appeared before Dean's eyes.
There Cas was, in his true form, engulfed in an almost blinding light, as he reached out to pull Dean into his embrace with his many warm arms.
"Well, this will have to do then," Dean laughed as he slipped irresistibly into Cas's embrace and submitted himself to bliss.
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2) Making Noises
Sam Winchester is tired of coming home to see Cas bending Dean over all surfaces in the bunker. Jack was really too young for this sort of shit.
Desperate times require desperate measures.
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3) Hello, Mr. Winchester. This is Dean Winchester.
4) I mith you, Cas.
