Cas appeared beside the sleeping Dean. He gently ran his fingertips across the mans rough jaw stubble. He smiled. Dean was his. Cas laid his hand on the pink hand scar Dean had gotten when being pulled from Hell. Cas knew from the second he laid a hand on Dean's soul that they we're meant for each other. The angel laid down beside his human, pulling him in his arms and holding him close. He looked into Dean's dream. It was tormented with Hell and pain. Cas looked down, and touched Deans forehead, changing the dream to something different. Dean made a small noise and laid his head on Cas's chest. Cas laid there for the rest of the night, thinking through what all was going on. He heard a rustle from behind him. He heard the gruff voice of sleepy Sam.
"Cas? What are you doing here?"
Cas looked down..
"I- Nothing." Cas shuddered and disappeared