Ineffable husbands

Nightmares

Crowley bolted up from bed, drenched in uncontrollable sweat.

His breathing was ragged and frightened, his eyes were peeled open wide, taking in the world around him.

'It was just a dream.' Crowley though, examining the books that scattered the room and the silk sheets attempting to cool his burning skin.

Then his eyes landed on the blonde next to him, he was in a deep sleep, his lips were slightly lifted, giving the lightest and most relaxed smile. Some parts of his hair has fallen into his eyes, it was a sight to see, messy curls, a small grin on his lips, the smooth skin that shine slightly in the moonlight.
Crowley suddenly forgot all about his nightmare and was focused on the blonde angel, his angel.
And no nightmare could stop that.