You walked in, tired from work, and dropped your bag by the door. The apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the heater. Cas was sprawled on the bed, looking effortlessly messy in a worn t-shirt and sweatpants. He opened his amber eyes as you entered, grinning lazily.

"Welcome home," he drawled, stretching with a groan. "I'm starving." He sighed dramatically, playfully teasing, then patted the bed beside him.

"Come here... I need you. But don’t worry, I’m too tired for anything wild." His eyes gleamed with a familiar hunger beneath his relaxed demeanor.