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Dean wakes to the feeling of a warm body in his arms.

He blinks his eyes slowly. In front of him, he sees a head of dark, messy hair.

Oh. He’s had this dream before.

Dean closes his eyes again and wraps his arms tighter around Cas. He shifts closer and blindly presses his mouth to the back of Cas’s head.

“Mornin’, Cas,” Dean says, voice hoarse from sleep. Cas is stirring, Dean can feel it. He waits expectantly, wondering if his subconscious had decided to bless him with sleepily affectionate Cas or perhaps something a little… hotter.

Cas tensing up in his hold though… that was new.

“Dean?”

That wasn’t Cas’s voice.

Dean blinks again and lifts his head to find Sam staring at him in wide-eyed shock. Sam is standing in the kitchenette of the extended stay motel room, a bowl of oatmeal forgotten in his hands.

For a moment, nothing makes sense. Then, abruptly, it does.

The endless string of ‘no vacancy’ signs until they’d finally found a single room open. Finding out that room only had two queen beds. Drawing lots to see who was sharing their bunk.

Being too aware of Cas’s even breathing next to him to fall asleep. Blowing years of carefully concealed longing and buried feelings because Dean Winchester can’t fucking tell the difference between dreams and reality when he’s half-asleep.

Fuck.

“Dean?” And that is Cas, awake and twisting in Dean’s arms.

Dean looks back at Cas, feeling a bit like he’s staring down an oncoming train. There’s no way to play this off, no way to claim he’d been dreaming of… of Lisa or Cassie or someone, and he’s still holding Cas, shit-

Cas’s hand comes up and Dean flinches, almost expecting to get punched, but the hand that cups his cheek is gentle. Dean opens his eyes again just in time to see Cas close the last of the distance between them and lay a gentle kiss on the corner of Dean’s mouth.

Dean blinks owlishly at him.

Cas smiles, sweet and gummy and a little sleepy.

“Good morning, Dean.”