Chapter 4
Castiel pulled himself out of the deep pseudo somnolent state he spent the nights in and swept his eyes over the room. Nothing had changed from last night to the hour before dawn and he allowed himself to relax. He indulged in his most pressing impulse next. He curled tighter around his mate and buried his nose in short, light brown hair near Jason’s temple.
The human’s warmth seeped into his skin as easy as his soul brushed against Castiel’s essence and he could never be more thankful that somehow he had ended up here. His kin had told him for millennia that to walk amongst humans, to be in their form was one of the most sublime experiences any could have. The scope of their failure to properly share such an experience was due to the lack of descriptive words, in any language.
