Dean is half asleep, valiantly fighting back the urge to give up and close his eyes so he can say goodbye to Cas before he goes as the sun rises, so no one can really blame him for the way he has perched himself on Cas' lap once the angel has finished putting his clothes back on, or for the way he is clinging to him, just as tightly as Cas is holding him close, and even less for the sigh he lets out, followed by a half slurred,
"Wish I could keep you in a pocket, always safe," he says, voice muffled as he nuzzles against Cas'chest, "always with me."
"I would have to look for a tiny vessel then." Castiel replies, amused, as he gently manouvers them both so Dean, who is laughing at the mental image of a tiny Cas, is laying under the covers again, " I will see you later." That's better than a goodbye, Dean had told him once after being the one to tell Castiel he would see him later without even knowing when later would even happen.
When Dean wakes up again, fully alert now, he does so to the memory of lips pressed against him, sweet and quick, and to what looks like a feather and a note waiting for him on Cas' pillow.
So you can carry me in your pocket with you.
The feather is small, dark blue, with bright glints whenever the light from the lamp on Dean's nightstand touches it.
He drops the note and grazes his fingertips over the feather, it glints even more brightly, as if any remaining grace still left in it recognizes his touch.
He picks the feather up, gingerly, and slowly brings it to his face, closing his eyes as his lips press gently against it.
He gets up after a breath, heading to where the jacket he wears more this days is hanging on the back of the door and puts the feather inside the inner pocket, patting it before turning around and starting his day.
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