Cuddle monsters.

"Shouldn't we get up?" Castiel spoke, taking legs, hooking his own around them as he laid sprawled, chest rising and falling at slow breathes as he clung to the covers to grasp any and all warmth.

Dean would take your torso, pulling you against his chest as he avoided the covers like the plague, his constantly hot body temperature causing him to only crave your warmth.

And you loved them for it. "Mmh.. go back to sleep," Dean murmured into your stomach.