Castiel & Dean – While He Slept
Castiel stood over Dean watching his chest heave up and down. The room was totally quiet, Dean's breath the only noise. Sam was absent tonight, which was perfect for what Castiel had planned for his close, close friend. Castiel's trench coat opened a hair as his hand fell to Dean's bed. Tonight, Castiel was no angel. Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping Dean, Castiel brushed his hands up the covers. Dean's hand was draped across his chest, the bed sheets pulled up to his neck. Castiel gently moved Dean's hand aside and began to pull the sheets down. It was the middle of winter. The hotel room's heater was working in overdrive. Sweat glistened off Dean's hairless chest. Dean twitched and Castiel froze. He couldn't risk Dean waking up. That would ruin everything. Castiel stared at Dean and watched as he simply shifted his head to the other side. Castiel brushed a small tuft of hair away from Dean's ear afraid it might tickle him and wake him up. It was time. There was no reason to wait any longer. Tonight was Castiel's night. Tonight Castiel allowed his inner demons to take over. Tonight there was nothing to hold him back.
The next morning Dean awoke confused. Something was different. No, something was wrong. Something bad happened last night - something that shouldn't have happened. Dean lifted the covers and peered down the bed at himself. No! It couldn't be. How could this have happened? He looked around. Something did this. Where were they? Sam was hours away. It couldn't have been him. If not Sam then…
"Cas!" Dean yelled, waving his arms to the heavens. "Cas! Get your ass down here now!" Dean burst out of bed, his entire body moist.
"Dean." Castiel had appeared behind him. Dean jumped, but only for a second. He swung around and focused his rage on the being he once called a friend. "Dean, let me explain."
"Explain?" Dean shouted. "What's there to explain? You came into my hotel room while I was sleeping last night. And if that's not creepy enough you… you… I feel so violated."
"Dean. It had to be done. It had to be last night. Of all people, I thought you'd understand."
"Understand? Understand what? I should understand why you felt the need to come into my hotel room, stand over me while I sleep, and… and…" Dean could hardly get the words out. "Cas! You stuck my hand in water last night and made me wet the freakin' bed!"
"Dean! It was April first – the traditional day that mankind play practical jokes on one another. I made sure to place your hand in the water before the stroke of midnight so as not to violate any of the rules that man has set for the day. This was supposed to be humorous. Do you not find it funny?"
"Funny? Son of a bitch! I peed my freakin' pants Cas! How is that supposed to be funny."
"Well, traditionally, humans excrete their waste in the toilet. I was led to understand that excreting elsewhere would be humorous."
"Cas…" Dean didn't know what to say. "You know I'm going to have to get you back for this."
Castiel nodded. He understood human conventions when it came to these sorts of things. Frustrated, Dean grabbed a new pair of jeans from his bag and went into the bathroom to change. Dean was mad now, but Castiel knew they would laugh about this in the future. And when they did, it would be the biggest laugh the world has ever seen.
