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[ Fluff for Cas ]
Humming when strong arms wrapped around his waist, Castiel wiggled slightly as he leaned back against his fiance. "G'morning, Dean," he murmured, rubbing his hands along the arms banded around him.
It's cold in the bunker in the mornings, especially in Castiel's room for some reason. Normally he had plenty of blankets to burrow under when it was cold, but the past few mornings in the bunker had been relatively warm so he'd stashed them back in the linen closet. And of course as soon as he did that the next morning was bitterly cold.
Shivering, the former angel exited his bedroom and made a beeline for Sam's room. Opening the door as quietly as possible, he poked at Sam's sleeping form until he woke up enough to look at him.
