The Love Of An Angel

                                    

                                          
The bright shine of the sun was breaking through the window from time to time as it was rising on the ski. The blanket over your body was messy and you covered it rather than it covered you. You raised your hand to your face to wipe away your hair from your eyes, then rubbed them with the back of your hands. The motel room was so beautiful as the sun was lighting it up, and you sat up on your bed with a wide and sleepy smile running over your face.
                          
You made your bed, noticing that Cas wasn't there already, then walked to your window to see the still not awakened city lying around. Only a man in suit was walking on the street, and a woman, who was running with a bottle of water in her hand. 
                          
You quickly did your hair in a ponytail, then just gazed out of the window. In the next moment, you heard someone stepping closer and closer to you. The wooden floor was cracking slightly under their weight, and by this, you recognized, who was that.
                          
"The view is beautiful." You said, not even turning around.
                          
"You are more beautiful." He said.
                          
Now you turned around to face Cas, whose coal black hair was more likely to be dark chocolate brown in the sunlight and his pale skin became nearly white. He was wearing his white, long sleeved shirt and his black underwear. 
                          
Cas slowly walked up to your back, and his arms wandered down to the edge of your pajamas at your waist, then lifted it up and rested his arms around your waist, on your skin. His touch raised your heartbeating first, but then, it calmed you down, nearly making you fall asleep again. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, his jawline touching your hair. 
                          
Your entire back was becoming warm under his body pressed to it. You turned your head to see his shining skin, and he did the same, his eyes full of happiness and proud. 
                          
He leaned down to you and locked his lips with yours, the kiss was slow, peaceful and this was the moment, you wanted to stop the time. You repeated the kiss for several times, then you turned around in the trap of his arms and hugged him with your hands at the bottom of his spine lazily. Your ear was pressed to his muscular chest and this is how you were standing there for about half an hour, forgetting about how bad and painful your lives were, how hard it was to survive and how much you have fought so far not to lose each other.
He thought the view was pretty but i thought he was prettier.