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TITLE: P is for Pillow

SUMMARY: Cas likes using Dean's chest as a pillow. Dean enjoys Cas's ass. Shameless fluff. An alphabet project I presented to myself. I'm having trouble for some letters, but I'm now posting what I already got.

It's not surprising that Castiel is a cuddler. The man invades personal space like it doesn't even exist, after all. Of course he would like to be as physically close as humanly possible with he man he share a profound bond.

Dean isn't really much of a cuddler. Gets antsy quickly when he stays in the same position for too long. And cuddling with Cas is like snuggling a furnace. Not very comfortable during the summertime. He is still perverted enough to enjoy the groping merits of cuddling, though.

So he lets Cas snuggle up to him. And besides, the angel likes using Dean's chest as a pillow. Likes to hear the heartbeats, apparently. It just means that Cas's junk will be pleasantly pressed against his thigh, and his wandering hand can clutch at the angel's butt cheeks as much as he wants.

Cas's ass. Now that was a thing of beauty. So yeah, he usually was a breast guy, but with that option no longer available, he'd discover the wonderful, wonderful world of perky, plump asses.

And that was Dean's favorite pillow. Ah, man. To just rest his head on the right cheek, and let his fingers trail around the left one, up and down the cleft, over the small of the angel's back, and that delicious curve where ass becomes the back of the thigh. Heaven.

Of course, it was even better when he could do all that with his tongue. Added bonus: biting.

It's not like Cas complains. Quite the opposite, actually.

So yeah, he doesn't mind Cas cuddling up to him and resting his head on his chest. So long as he was allows his ass-pillow privileges, as well.