hope you like this new story, sorry the summary kind of sucks, word limit you understand lol :3

mostly this story could probably be read at a T rating for the language but i know what im like with slipping things in that should be an M so im rating it as such to be on the safe side lol :P

anyway this story takes place around season 5, when cas is cut of from heaven and he is expierencing new feelings and emotions

I know the title sucks i could think of anything lol

please forgive any mistakes in grammar and spelling.

also this story will be slower and build but there will be destiel, theres hints of it here- just like every episode of supernatural cas is in lol :P

okay so here goes :') enjoy!

Castiel angel of the lord, alive for eons, seen civilisations rise and fall, can feel the potential of greatness in every human on earth, has seen the best and the worst humanity can be, and here he was sitting on a park bench in middle of the night waiting for the Winchesters to be done with their cursed sleep.

Even angels get bored, even angels get lonely. He wanted company, angels are created with their brothers and sisters around them, they're soldiers, part of God's army. There was no such thing as a lone angel or a rogue soldier, until now. Castiel wasn't used to being alone, since being cut of from heaven and his brethren he was for the first time and he didn't like it.

He decided to visit the boys to see if they were recharged enough to be woken, so he could sit and watch and listen to them being brothers, and think of old times. He doesn't need them to necessarily talk to him; they don't even need to know he's there. Just to be around them comforts him, reminds him of want he's fighting for, makes him feel a little less lost.

With a single swipe of his wings he stood in between the sleeping brothers. They both looked to…serene to wake, so with a sigh Cas let them be, instead he pulled up a chair and waited. The angel decided that sleeping company was better than no company.

His eyes kept falling to Dean; he seemed to have this habit of smiling in his sleep. Cas was curious of what could made this happen, something in Dean's dream must be very pleasing he thought. Cas wanted to know what it was, he wanted to smile, but remembered the promise he made to the eldest hunter about dream hopping 'Only when your sweet feathery ass depends on it.' strange term of phrase Cas thought but he understood the meaning and agreed.

Cas watched for a bit longer, Since starting to feel emotions smiling was the most pleasant it was connected to joy and happiness and Cas wanted it, he found himself longing for the emotions he had barred himself from for so long. Unfortunately there had been little for him to be happy about recently and it seemed that only Dean could make him feel the emotion that would put a smile on his face. He was still getting used to showing the emotions he felt, so although Jimmy rarely actually smiled, he did, his true form did. At least what he would expect a smile to be and feel like, it was a little hard to know considering his true form didn't have a mouth. He wanted to tell Dean that, but he knew how Dean would react; he would not take him seriously, or laugh at him, or call him a name or make some obscene reference he doesn't understand which only seems to frustrate him, so he kept quite. Ever so often the man would groan and roll over onto his other side, it was very intriguing.

Without thinking, or with thinking much more then the situation demands he wasn't sure because before he knew it, he had moved closer. He wanted to study that smile, remember it, treasure it and maybe one day cause it.

Cas ended up sitting Indian style on the floor, next to Dean's bed, the hunter had rolled again so he was facing the angel. Cas slowly moved forward concentration coated his features as confusion set deep into the lines and curves of his borrowed face.

Cas and Dean's faces were inches apart the hunter unaware as he breathed deep and even, each exhale of air coated the angels face, Cas could taste the faint tang of whisky that still clung to Dean's breath. Cas' eyes skated over Dean's features, he studied the way his muscles twitched and stretched as he dreamt his dreams, it was very endearing.

The angel started to try and imitate him. He started to practice moving his facial muscles, he raised his eyebrows them lowered them, he wiggled them a little, it felt funny he noted. Squinted and widened his eyes, even rolled his eye balls around the sockets freely by had to stop because it made him dizzy. Then he moved to the mouth, the most interesting yet hardest feature to get to grips with, talking was fine, that he mastered easily knowing every language the human tongue can speak, it was every thing else, the little mannerisms that confused him; how Dean would lick his lips randomly mid convocation, why? Or how he sometimes smiled with one side of his mouth, why? How he occasionally pouted when he thought, Cas couldn't see how that action helped his thoughts along at all. Then there was other stuff like kissing, Dean did it a lot and seemed to enjoy it, why? Out of all the emotions and sensations pleasure was still a foreign one.

Cas snapped himself out of that trail of thought and began opening his mouth, closing it stretching and pulling it every which way, sticking his tongue out and moving all his features at once. It made him feel a little light headed, but discovered he could cross his eyes and roll his tongue, that made him happy and he wasn't sure why.

If anyone was watching it would look as if Cas was pulling faces to a petulant child to make it laugh. Though of course he wasn't he was doing this inches away from Dean Winchester's sleeping face.

When the dreaming hunter smiled again he stopped, lowered his eye brows and put his tongue back in his mouth as he took in the sight, his stomach gave him a peculiar feeling as he watched, everything he's seen in his very long life time and this was one of his favourite sights; his charge, dare he say happy.

Castiel hadn't paid attention to the time passing and soon found the sun beginning to rise; he did however notice his face starting to hurt. The angel silently got to his feet and with another swipe of his wings was back at the park bench and continued to wait for the brother's call.

Whilst waiting he thought about how he spent the night, and without trying or realising a small smile graced the angels now relaxed and well exercised face as he thought about Dean sleeping. His charge seemed at peace. It was a good night.

I had to giggle when I thought of cas pulling all those faces and going crazy with it lol it pleased me :D

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