Title: Perfect

Summery: Just a short fluff of Dean reflecting on his life with Cas and Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own Supernatural or the characters(

Rating: T, for just a few cuss words

A/N: Sorry for the crappy format, I am sadly having to use WordPad for this, seeing as I have yet to get Microsoft Word on my computer. Constructive criticism is welcome, so feel free to message me if you spot any errors or just don't like it, now on with the fluff!

~D X C~

Dean sighed, attempting to stretch his stiff muscles in the little space he had. Glancing down he smiled at the sight of his sleeping lover curled up against him, an arm looped lazily through Dean's own. Reaching over he managed to find the remote, flicking off the T.V

'How did I ever get to be so lucky?' Sure he had done a few good things in his life, but most of it is over ruled by all the bad things he had done. Looking back, his life had always been just a shit load of bad luck following him and Sam. Mom dying, dad dying, the apocalypse. All the people that had died at his hands, because he wasn't strong enough to do the right thing. Along with countless other things.

Guilt and sadness rushed through him at the thought, a shift and a groan beside him soon brought him back though. "Mmm, Dean?"

"Yes, Cas?"

"Can we go to bed now?"

Laughing softly he nodded, and helped Cas up, leading him to the crappy motel bed, and climbing in with him. Immediatly Cas was plastered to his side. Pulling him into an embrace, he started stroking his dark hair, gazing up at the ceiling.

How come things are turning out like this? Sam alive, Cas alive... How come something bad hasn't happened yet? Why isn't God being a dick? His arm curled tighter around Cas possessively. Maybe... maybe things were finally starting to look up for him? Maybe... he could keep this? He could keep his little slice of happyness?

Looking down at Castiel fast asleep and safe in his arms, sent a warm, happy feeling through him. He would do anything, anything for Cas. He would storm the gates of heaven and hell if anything ever happened to him, just to get him back. After all the shit him and Sammy had been through, he deserved this. He deserved to have this amazing, beautiful, wonderful creature right here in his arms. And never have to worry about losing him again.

Smiling at the thought, he drifted off into sleep, with Castiel right beside him. Maybe... God isn't such a dick after all.

~D X C~

"She's my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise!"

"Ugh, Dean that's the third time you've played this song."

"And?"

"And it's getting really annoying!" Shifting his eyes off the road for a second, he glared at his brother "It's Warrant!"

"It's annoying."

"Psh, well Cas likes it don't ya?"

When there was no reply he glanced in the rearview mirror, shaking his head when he sees Cas, completly entranced with the butterfly he had somehow caught outside.

Yes... This is definitely worth everything that's happened. The family all riding in the Impala, Sam bickering about something or other, Cas finding new excitement over some of the simplest things, and Dean, loving every second of it. Everything was perfect at the moment. Everything was finaly, finaly perfect.

Reaching down, he stuffed a hand in his pocket, feeling for the small ring box that was safely tucked inside.

Yes, definitely perfect.