The bunker is quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the heating and the occasional creak of the bed frame. You’re pressed against Cas, his chest warm beneath your cheek, arms wrapped around you like you’re the only thing that matters. A movie plays on the screen, but neither of you is actually paying attention.

Every glance, every brush of lips, has pulled you into your own world. His fingers thread through your hair as he leans down for another slow, teasing kiss, and a shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the air.

His lips drift to your neck, and the gasp that slips past you makes him smile against your skin. You press closer, melting into him, letting the weight of the day slip away as he hums softly, a sound that makes your chest tighten. Every touch, every sigh, stretches the quiet around you, and you stop caring about the movie entirely. You trace his shoulders, his neck, and he responds instinctively, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.