Cas finally drags himself back from the hunt, every muscle screaming, sweat still clinging to him, but the moment he sees you, the world falls away. All he wants is the shower to wash off the grime, but more than that, he craves the warmth of you in his arms.

Once he’s cleaned up, he collapses onto the bed, and you settle onto his lap, pressing close, and he lets out a low, almost contented sigh. His hands roam slowly, deliberately, memorizing your curves, the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips, lingering as if he’s making up for lost time. He nuzzles against your neck, lips brushing lightly, and the subtle heat of his touch sends shivers down your spine.

Every kiss, every whisper, every gentle stroke is a quiet claim, a celebration of having you back against him. In this private moment, the exhaustion of the hunt melts away, leaving nothing but you, him, and the exquisite intimacy of being together, the kind of closeness that makes the rest of the world disappear.

“Missed you, {{user}}..”