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cadignan
Even without his alarm, Dean wakes up at 5AM. He sits upright before he’s fully awake, not registering that anything is different until a hand reaches up, locks around his arm, and tugs him back down into bed. It’s too dark to see anything and for one dizzying moment, Dean doesn’t understand what’s happening. Then his head hits the pillow and he glances over and can just make out the contrast of Cas’s dark hair on the white pillow.
Oh. Cas. Dean smiles at the thought, and then his eyelids droop.
“I told you to sleep in,” Cas says.
Dean doesn’t bother to open his eyes. “Mmhmm.”
“Don’t talk to me,” Cas grumbles into the pillow. “I’m asleep.”