The angel chuckles softly, brushing his thumb on Crowley’s cheek. Despite the horrifying evening they had before this, everything feels so distant now. Barely a dream, a nightmare to just forget. In fact, it might take him a bit to remembered just all that happened and how close both of them had gotten to total destruction.

He tilts his head slightly, still resting against the bed, just looking up at him with soft, adoring eyes.

“Couldn’t have dreamed of it.” Really couldn’t, if he had to be honest. He could never imagine life would be so full of surprises.

He moves his hand from Crowley’s to the back of his neck, idly brushing against his hair.