family

chuckshvrley:

“do you love me?”
dean murmurs this into the room, voice barely above a whisper. he keeps his eyes forward, staring in front of him, because this has been bugging him for a while but he’s not sure he can face it head-on if the answer is no.
“cas,” he repeats, voice still soft, “do you love me?”
beside him, cas rolls over on the bed, turning his back on dean and burying his face in his arm. he heaves a sigh.
“dean,” cas’ voice is low, slurred with sleep, “it is four in the morning. go to sleep.”
“but do you love me?” dean asks again. this is serious; dean feels anxiety curl up in his chest. dean loves cas more than anything, but what if cas doesn’t feel the same?
there’s a slight touch of exasperation to his tone when cas says, “dean, we have been married for eight years. shut up and go to sleep.”
dean stays quiet, staring up into the blackness of the room at the ceiling and thinking. then: “… does that mean you love me?”
“i will make you sleep on the couch.”
dean rolls over, curling up against cas’ back and throwing an arm over cas’ waist, feeling where his shirt has ridden up. he nuzzles his nose behind cas’ ear, laying soft, light kisses there, and hears cas sigh in content. their fingers thread together at cas’ hip. he can feel the cool touch of their wedding rings.
“i love you,” dean whispers, and cas finally turns his head, his lips brushing along dean’s cheek.
“i love you, too, dean,” cas replies. he turns back over and shuffles back to press against dean. “now go to sleep.”