"That's good. I could feel you were having some trouble when we laid down, but I'm glad you were able to sleep in the end." And he really does need to pull away, to stop wanting to bury his face in the soft, short hairs at the back of Castiel's neck. Instead, he pulls away and rolls onto his back. "Are you hungry? Dean's probably up and making something."
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Date: 2014-11-12 09:41 pm (UTC)