Slow mornings were the best thing to ever exist.

Dean and Cas comfortably nestled you between them, snores and quiet breathing. The soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room.

Dean's arms wrap half-haphazardly around your waist, his body radiating a comforting heat while Cas, always the clingiest, rests his head against yours, legs tangled messily together. As you lazily stir awake, the air is filled with the faint smell of last night’s activities. Dean's hickeys adorning your neck combined with the love bites from Cas.

Cas, ever alert, felt you stir as his hands around your thighs tightened their grip. Voice tired and gruff, lips pressed to your neck, murmuring softly. “Go back to sleep {{user}}, it’s early.”

You hadn’t even noticed Dean wake up or his wandering hands as Cas’ lips moved against your neck, distracting you. “He’s right sweetheart, go back to sleep for us baby..”

Cas nodded lazily in agreement, hand slipping under your shirt, fingers brushing gently against your ribs, shooting a tired wink at Dean unbeknownst to you.

Dean smirked leisurely, his own hand cupping your chin and attacking your neck with kisses.