Sam shuts the door behind him with a gentle thud. Taking a deep sigh, he tosses his bag to the corner and makes his way to his bed. Dean was going to be back in a little; Sam knew he wouldn't take long. He was only going after dinner after all. Kicking off his dirty boots, the younger Winchester rests his head on a lumpy pillow. Shutting his eyes he listens to the soothing thunk-thunk of the pouring rain on the nearby window. His body was tired and weary but he couldn't find sleep.
"Sam." The deep voice startled the man from his half asleep state but he quickly gains himself as he realizes who it belonged to. He casts his eyes at Castiel, smiling a sleepy grin. "Hey, Cas. Take your jacket off and come lay down", Sam says, shifting his body to make room for the angel. "Dean just left." He pats the narrow space beside him, just enough room for Castiel to fit.
The angel nods, strips off his trench coat and suit coat he drapes them on the nearest chair. He shuffles over and sets on the bed's edge, leaning over to pet the hunter's russet hair, "You appear tired, Sam." Sam grips Castiel's shoulder and pulls him down, hooking his arms around his chest. "Yeah, I am. So why are you here", Sam breathes. Castiel's baby blues are locked on Sam's dazed hazel orbs. He answers. "I wanted to see you."
Sam throws a leg over the angel's waist and plants a small kiss to his lips. "My angel", he whispers, eyes flickering shut.
Click.
"What the hell!? Are you two fucking?" Dean pauses. "No, wait. Don't answer that."
"Dean, you're back", Sam irritably states, looking over Castiel's shoulder. "Again", Castiel hisses crossly. Sam chuckles at the remark, "He'll never get used to it."
