This will really just be a lot of one-shots of varying length. Kind of an outlet for my nagging creativity without having to get involved in a full-out story. Will have varying pairings.
Dean woke suddenly in the night, moonlight streaming in the grimy motel-window, and he looked around blearily, trying to figure out what had woken him. Looking across the room he saw Sam lying diagonally across the tiny bed, ape-like limbs thrown out haphazardly. Then, looking down at the warm body beside him, he felt his heart break. The recently humanized angel's usually serene face was scrunched up as if in pain, body tense, and his hands clutched at the top of Dean's sleeping pants. A single tear leaked out of one shut eye, and a whimper escaped his throat.
"Shh, Cas." Dean whispered gently, turning onto his side and stroking Cas's face gently. He began to quiver and whimper more rapidly and Dean pulled him flush against his bare chest, gently kissing the top of the mop of black hair. The quivers subsided, and Cas's long arms wrapped around Dean's waist, hugging him tightly. Lying back against the pillows, Dean settled as Cas rested his head on Dean's chest, on top of his anti-possession tattoo and thus, his heart. "I got you, Cas. I got you." Cas's breathing slowly settled, as Dean ran his hand softly up and down his arm. "I got you." And they both slept on.