Castiel moved ever closer to the heat… the warmth of his partner's chest. The sound of his heartbeat, the whispers of breathe that tells him this is where he belongs. In the hands of his own, personal angel.

* * *

"No Cas"

"But…but why"

"Can ya just drop it"?

Castiel stare's blankly, impossibly infuriated at the figure turning away from him. Why can't dean just admit he needs some help, any help. He had seen the nightmares; looked into the tortured gaze of dean every night when he wake's Dean screaming out of the dark pit that hell put him in. He want's to help, need's to help dean find a way free. To fight the despair dean crawl's into every night when he reluctantly fall's to sleep.

But Dean fights

Again

It's been 2 months since he rescued the guy but dean still doesn't talk, doesn't listen. Dean's been coping how he always does, no sleep, plenty of beer and strippers every other night. Every other night that he doesn't sleep with his little angel of course.

Still Castiel wonder's if he'll ever get over the pain and misery. As one of the divine Castiel knows that he and his brother could never feel the hurt that dean has been through both mental and physical. Uriel for one despises dean for his weakness, and despite whatever Castiel does Dean agrees with that blaspheming jerk. Castiel looks at the figure over the other side of the room, sighing inwardly.

Castiel trudges over to Dean hugging his tightly from behind and bending down slightly kissing his lover's neck, the smell of dean stingy aftershave noticeable on his skin

"I can help Dean, if you let me"

"No Cas you don't understand, I'm not going to subject you to this, even if it means that these nightmare will go away. Your worth more to me than that" Dean said turning to hug Castiel properly, embracing his partner of heart and soul.

"And you think for a second that I don't know this" Castiel's beautiful blue eye's glinting in the dim motel room light "but I am not going to sit around while you torture yourself?"

"Yes you are Cas, because I'm not putting you through this, It's…it's too much."

"If you not going to let me help that way I'm going to sit by your side day and night until you forgive yourself" nuzzling Dean's neck "Or maybe a bit longer than that"

Dean laugh's as he make's his way to the bed, Castiel following suit and settling down cuddled in dean's arms, tracing the bulging muscle honed by years of killing evil.

Castiel leans in and kisses dean, a kiss that take's only moments but last's forever

"Well that I don't have any complaints for"

Now it was Castiel's turn to laugh. Maybe he didn't have to share the burden of dream's to help Dean. He could do it right here, in his arms.