Streaks of silver moonlight slid through the window of the hotel room and across the dark disrupted tangle of blankets on the bed where Dean Winchester slept. A grimace crossed his gray face and he let out a small whimper. "S-sammy...!" He gripped the edge of the blankets and then flipped over, his grief-stricken face now completely visible to the angel that stood silently in the shadowy corner of the room. He watched for a painfully long time as the moon slid soundlessly over the sky shifting the pattern of bars that lay on his hunter's face. The sight of his face trapped in a mask of agony nearly threatened to brake him.
Every night in the recent weeks he had stood like this, unmoving. Watching over the Winchesters. Protecting their precious bodies while they slept. He knew he was not to worry about the younger brother, for his sleep was filled with nothing short of pure blackness. While he slept his mind wandered into places unbeknownst to him in the real world. His mind was blissfully void of all the pain and suffering that he faced during his waking , It was Dean that he really came to watch,for no matter what he had experienced before falling into slumber he would stand there every night and force himself to gaze silently on as he writhed in emotional pain and sadness, a majority of the time mourning his poor younger brother.
A bead of sweat dripped down Dean's face and he gasped suddenly, frightening the angel who's piercing blue eyes suddenly flashed with worry. Dean started to cry out and breathing heavily lashed his arm out against the bed frame with a thud. His eyes never fluttered while he bit his quivering lip. "Don't Sammy...don't leave me all alone. Sam..!" To the angel's utter astonishment a drop of liquid rolled down Dean's cheek to the sheets. "Please...you...you just can't go." Another fell. The angel swallowed and continued to gaze at him with sadness and a longing to cure him of his misery. A longing to put his fears to rest. He glided over to the side of the bed and stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering just above Dean's forehead. "No more" he whispered and lightly touched the hunter's smooth face. "Sleep well now..."
He sighed internally with relief as he saw the hunter's face still and calm. Then he turned to leave him at peace with this newly acquired blissful sleep but paused suddenly as he felt a tug at his coat sleeve. He slowly turned his head around to see the childlike face of Dean, his eyes still closed and wet. "Don't you dare leave me alone, dammit" He uttered in less than a whisper. When the angel didn't move he gripped his sleeve tighter and eyes moist, grunted brokenly "Please...Cas..!" The angel jolted slightly. So he knew he had been there the entire time... He felt the grip on his coat grow stronger and Dean pulled his arm to his warm face. "S-stay" Deans face looked somber and deprived, like a small lonely child and Castiel felt a powerful surge of loneliness fall off of Dean's chest in waves that hit him hard in the heart. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Dean's head into his lap with shuddering arms. A look of rejection played across dean's face and he took Castiel's shoulders and pushed him to lay down beside him. "I-" Castiel started but Dean cut him off with a forceful "Shh!" and nestled the side of his face into the crook of Castiel's neck then wrapped his arms partway around his middle. "..Dean.." Castiel whispered shivering. "..Just stay by me...its cold."Dean murmured. Castiel dared not say another word as the icy night air slowly slipped away and he felt Dean's warmth spread across his body. He felt Dean's heart slow into a strong rhythmic pulse and he pressed his back closer to his sturdy chest. His hunter could now finally rest peacefully...