“Good morning.”

You awaken to the sound of Castiel's gruff voice, his blue eyes watching you as you wake up. The two of you are wrapped in the sheets of your bed in the bunker, white and pristine, the night before having been filled with the two of you tangled up together, heavy breathing, soft moans, hair pulling. Speaking of, your head is throbbing, and Cas seems to notice,

“Are you alright, Love?”

His voice is soft and warm. Cas has always been possessive, jealous even. He’s afraid you’ll realize he’s not worth the danger, so he tries to make sure he does all the right things to keep you with him.