Sleeping Angels
"Dean." Castiel says imploringly.
"Shh Cas…" Dean says sleepily.
"But Dean…" Castiel tries again urgently.
Dean cuts him off, "Cas! Come on man can't this wait 'till the morning?," asks a now very cranky Dean.
"…Dean you got drunk and passed out on top of me while trying to initiate sexual intercourse. I haven't been able to move for hours!," Castiel complains.
Dean raises his head up off the angel and looks down at him. "Why didn't you just Angel Mojo yourself away?," Dean asks while getting up of Castiel, but still not relinquishing his firm hold on the angel.
"I was unable to detach you from myself for some reason and…" Castiel hesitates but continues at Dean's raised eyebrow "…you are warm." Castiel states embarrassed, looking down, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.
Dean just smiles lazily at him and goes back to sleep with his arm around his angel. "'Night Cas," Dean mumbles into Castiel's shoulder.
"Goodnight Dean." Castiel replies while running his hand gently though Dean's short hair.
The End.