pasta goes with all sauces: destielismylovesong: “Cas?” Dean whispers.They lie in bed, their bed,…
“Cas?” Dean whispers.
They lie in bed, their bed, the same bed they’ve been sleeping in for the past year. Dean shifts, tilting his head back from Cas’s chest to look up at him. Cas, his eyes closed, tightens his arms around Dean incrementally, and Dean smiles slightly.