Supernatural isn't mine.
Castiel almost lost a fight with the keycard to his hotel room. And after struggling with travel-related problems all day, he was ready to pass out.
Jet lag, he blamed.
He pushed the door open and dragged his suitcase behind him, nearly catching it on his trench coat. As soon as he was in he shut the door and dropped his suitcase and shed his coat. He sat down heavily on the bed and pulled out his phone. He played distractedly with a pen while it rang.
~oOo~
Dean was just getting dressed from his shower when he heard his phone ringing. He knew who that would be. He wrenched the door open and tried to haphazardly finish pulling his shirt over his head and get the phone before he missed the call. He gave up on his shirt (which he had put on backwards in his rush) and briefly glanced at the caller ID before answering his phone.
"Hey Angel," Dean grinned.
"Hello Dean." He could almost hear Cas's weary, tired smile.
"How was your trip?" Dean asked. Not that he was planning to start a huge conversation- he knew Cas was tired and would want to sleep before his meeting.
"It was okay. Nothing exceptional." Cas preferred flying to driving, which wasn't an opinion the couple shared.
"'Night Angel," Dean said fondly after what did turn into a long conversation about the crazy lady on the plane who insisted on not wearing his shoes anywhere and how some of the animals got loose mid- flight.
"'Night Dean," Cas said with a yawn.
Dean hung up with faint smile.
~oOo~
Cas grinned at the phone before snapping it shut and going to change his clothes.
Dean always took whatever chance he got to call Cas "Angel".