A/N: This was on the spur of the moment. Mistakes of any kind are my fault.
Dean jumped again. This time it was the door slamming shut behind the protagonist. Any minute now, that ghost or monster or whatever the hell it was supposed to be would jump out and eat her. Just the thought made him shake harder.
A small part of him was yelling inside his head, telling him to get his shit together and act like a man, he had faced things ten times worse than this joke. This movie wasn't even scary. But the effects of the ghost sickness were too strong.
He had been lucky. He'd only gotten a small dose this time; Castiel had managed to get rid of most of it. Not all of it though, and Castiel had chosen this moment to become fixated with a horror movie. Little bastard.
This little bit of sickness in his system did nothing but make him terrified. He was scared, yes, but it wasn't enough to make his heart explode.
Said angel was staring at the television screen with interest, asking questions every minute.
"But I don't understand, Dean," he said. "Why do they not just perform an exorcism?"
Dean shuffled on the couch beside him. "Because they don't know how."
"Why not?" Castiel asked again.
Dean began to speak, but then someone screamed in the movie. And Dean jumped.
Straight onto Castiel's lap.
One minute he was on the couch, the next he was on the angel's lap, curled into his neck. He would never be able to look him in the face again.
"Uh, sorry buddy," he said awkwardly. "Just a little jumpy. I'll um, get off you."
He started to move, but was surprised to find Castiel's arms snaking around him. He blushed, something very unlike him.
"Cas? What are you doing?
Castiel looked down at him. "You seem startled. Is this not what people want when they are frightened?"
Dean shifted. "Well…yeah, I guess. But you're a dude. So am I. It's… weird. And I said I wasn't scared."
Those blue eyes looked at him with intensity. "I think you're lying."
Dean shifted again. "I…well…" How much did he know?
"I can turn it off if you wish. I did not think the sickness would be this strong."
Dean crossed his arms. "I said I'm fine. Now let me go."
Castiel looked so heartbroken at this that he decided to stay, just so his angel wouldn't be sad. He considered the angel his; they were friends after all.
He buried his face in Castiel's neck again, so as not to see the screen. He let out a breath as he felt his hair being stroked. It was making him tired.
"Dean?" Castiel asked after some time had passed.
"What?" he mumbled, half asleep.
"The movie is over."
He clung to the tan trench coat. "Don't wanna move."
"If you wish."
Castiel did as he promised, and stayed there all night, long after Dean had fallen asleep.