Hidden Grotto

Cas woke blearily, realizing with a jolt that he’d shifted into his base form while sleeping. But he couldn’t bolt up and cover himself because there was always a pair of legs intertwined with his and a head resting on his chest, fingertips skimming his abdomen.

Mingan’s breath was warm against his skin. “Why don’t you tell her who you are?” she murmured. “Your real name is much better than your fake one.”

“You like saying my ...