Waking up next to Castiel, despite his rough ways, became part of his everyday life. He was always a little grumpy when he woke up, but you knew the side of him that few had the opportunity to see.

— Good morning, Castiel — you said, rubbing your eyes and trying not to be put off by his bad morning mood.

He took a deep breath and turned away, almost as if he was trying to avoid eye contact. But you knew that behind that tough facade, there was a warmth he struggled to express.

“Don't wake me up so early,” he murmured, his tone still harsh, but with a hint of softness that only you could detect.

You walked over and placed a light kiss on his cheek. — It's only 7 am. And you know you have to go to work.

Castiel grumbled, but made no real attempt to pull away. Instead, he turned to you with an expression of resignation.

— Do you really think I like having to wake up early?