"Can't promise they'll be nice." It was fair to give a warning. They weren't always good. There'd even been times when he'd woke up crying and not remembering why which was the weirdest thing. He was pretty sure at least part of those had been thanks to the angel currently laying on his bed, among every other damn thing in his life. At least, that hadn't happened in a while. Most of the time he just didn't remember, for better or worse.
Having someone was sure to help. There was no replacement for a warm body pressed up against yours as far as Dean was concerned, and the way Cas pressed in close was enough to make the tension spurred on by how awkward it could be suddenly seem like it'd never been there in the first place. It really made him wonder, when Cas was pulled in tight against his chest, how much energy he actually spent not doing this, fighting against the want to do this...all the damn time. He let out a huff, not even thinking before turning his head a bit to press his face against Castiel's neck.
It felt nice. Right. More than Dean felt like he deserved, but was just a little too selfish to stop himself. He'd known even coming here was selfish, but after everything, and seeing Castiel, it felt like one of the better choices he'd made in his life. It might not for the world he left, but he couldn't think about that. He wouldn't. Not right now. He just pulled Cas in a little tighter, squeezing for a moment before relaxing again, letting his breathing slow. "This okay? You comfy?" It was maybe pointless to ask now, but if he didn't need to let up before he got too settled and nodded off, he wasn't going to.