Cas and Dean share a small bed

I don't know what caused me to write this.

I don't own Supernatural. Or Team Freewill.

Eric Kripke does.

It wasn't Dean's ideal situation, no. He didn't like sharing his bed, let alone with Castiel. The bed was a twin sized bed and was incredibly uncomfortable. That was all the old couple had. Sam, Dean, and Cas had found themselves lost but were escorted to a cabin in the woods by an older couple who had them stay the night. Dean and Sam were weary of accepting due to a few past hunts of theirs that took place in the middle of the woods or with older people but Castiel had accepted. Honestly, they wouldn't have even gotten lost if said angel of the Lord listened to him and didn't just run after the demon. But no, oh no. He just couldn't listen to Dean when they needed to get out of there.

Stupid demons.

Dean glared at the ceiling, appendages digging into his back. Winged appendages.

"Mind not stabbing me to death, Cas?"

"I'm sorry, Dean…but this bed is small and you refuse to let me take the floor."

"Of course I do! You're not a wild animal…"

"Regardless, it would give you more room."

Dean sighed softly and shifted, Castiel shifting with him too. Now his elbows were digging into Dean's side. He growled lowly and shifted to where they were facing each other and very close too.

"Cas…personal space."

"I'm sorry, Dean-" "But the bed is fricken tiny, I get it…"

Castiel shot him a look. The look, actually…the one that said Castiel was becoming annoyed and fast. Dean sighed in response to the look because he was looking into those blue eyes and in that moment, he could have kissed the angel tenderly, leading to angry sex. Instead, Dean decided to try and read what was usually unreadable or hidden but tonight, there was something there. Curiosity was swimming and nearly drowning in those blue eyes. Sometimes, that wasn't a bad thing but most of the time…okay, not even most of the time. Sometimes he could strangle the angel and other times he knew how lucky they were to have Castiel. Thus mentioned angel's deep voice pulled Dean out of his thoughts. Even though he wondered what his name might sound like on those lips…

"What if…"

"What if?" Dean asked, waiting.

"What if we…as you humans do…cuddled?"

Dean blushed slightly and swallowed hard at that thought before silently agreeing by shifting onto his back. Castiel was now half on him, half off of him. He cuddled close to Dean, closing his eyes. He slid his arms out of his trench coat to let it fall over the both of them. Dean smiled and pulled him close, own eyes closing. "Night, Cas…"

"Goodnight, Dean." Castiel replied, silence falling between them.

After several moments of steady breathing, Castiel had to know. "Hey Dean?"

"What?" Dean asked, half awake, half asleep right now.

"Why do you want to know what your name sounds like on my lips?"

That woke Dean up a bit more, "…goodnight, Castiel."

"But, Dean….I've said your name before."

Dean didn't reply and instead fell asleep. Castiel didn't sleep but did lay there, making sure Dean slept soundly and that they were safe. He was still jumpy after that demon had gone after Dean in the woods. He couldn't lose Dean, not now. Of course, Dean felt like strangling Castiel again when he asked Sam why Dean would want to hear his name on his lips. All Castiel got was coffee spat on him accidentally. Sam apologized a lot. Dean was bright red.