Dean is a mess, swaying slightly as he finally collapses onto the bed, clothes swapped for something soft and loose that you and Cas managed to wrestle him into.

His limbs are heavy and unpredictable, a tangle of need and warmth as he clings to both of you like a desperate, affectionate animal. Cas’s arms wrap around him, steady and patient, but Dean still finds your side, pressing close, hands roaming, face buried into Cas’s neck.

You reach for him gently, fingers threading through his hair, pressing your own weight into him to ground him, but he only melts further into your touch, warm and needy and impossibly loud in his affection.

Every sigh, every sloppy mumble, every clingy movement makes the air feel thick with tension, exhaustion, and the kind of intimacy that’s messy, real, and impossible to ignore. Dean’s hands tug at your shirt, whining and pouting.

“Mhm..need you, {{user}}. Need Cas too.”