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Cas wakes up in a pitch dark room when Dean, for whatever reason, lifts Cas’ blanket and lets in way too much ice cold air that leaves Cas shivering and shaking.
He groans, ready to complain, when Dean shoves beneath the blanket and into Cas’ space. He’s warm, burning hot, where he molds into Cas’ arms and against his chest, and all the grumpiness leaves Cas in a heartbeat.
“Hold me, Mr. Winchester,” Dean murmurs, sleepy and soft and so affectionate, it squeezes Cas’ heart. He shuffles back impossibly closer, until every inch of their still-naked skin is pressed together, the blanket and its warmth effectively separating them from the rest of the world even more.
“Whatever you need, Mr. Winchester,” Cas murmurs back, and it’s so sappy and gross, he loves it.
Ever since the ceremony last night, when he got to kiss Dean and call him his husband for the very first time, and later, when Dean took his hand and murmured: “Will you share this dance with me, Mr. Winchester?”, all husky and gentle, and Cas got to wrap around his husband, looking absolutely delicious in his dark suit… Cas has been pretty sure he won’t be able to stop saying it for weeks. For months, maybe. But, thankfully, it seemed to be similar for Dean.
He wraps his arms around Dean’s torso now, presses a careful kiss to his stubbly cheek.
“I love you, my beautiful, sweet, gentle, incredible husband,” Cas whispers, pressing the words into Dean’s skin like soft little kisses.
“You sap,” Dean murmurs back, sleepy but so happy. “And I love you, my gorgeous, brilliant, sweet, perfect husband.”
He finds Cas’ mouth, despite the darkness around them, and kisses him almost as gentle and careful and passionate as he did in front of their families and friends last night. “I love you so much. And now, hold me and keep me warm, you blanket-hog.”