Floating up through the warm embrace of unconsciousness, Castiel hummed, content. He was genuinely starting to appreciate the appeal of waking up in sturdy, tanned arms and a cozy bed. He buried himself deeper into his mate’s embrace and basked in the subtle glory of Jason’s soul, soaking it up and letting it ease the new aches his foolish expenditure of power caused.
After a time, Castiel opened his eyes, the waning moon’s light gilding everything in a silvery sheen. Wiry ropes of muscle were picked out in the faint light, blended seamlessly into shadowy valleys of joints and bones. Even the tips of Jason’s hair and lashes carried the light in a breathtaking display. Of all the fruits to come from the Creator’s labors, Castiel thought that Jason was the most beautiful. A gift beyond meas
