Dean
Dean was getting tired of the research. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of his whiskey. He was on edge. It had been a long week and on top of that Castiel was missing. And now he was stuck doing research while Sammy was at the library do what else but, research! God he was sick of research. He was just about to give up for the night, have another glass of whiskey and hit the sack when he felt a presence in the room. He quickly picked up his gun and faced whatever it was.
But when he turned he didn't expect to see what was standing there, why, it was non other than his MIA blue-eyed angel.
"Cas." he breathed moving towards him and pulling him into a hug before remembering how angry he was with him.
"Where the hell were you? You had me worrying about you God damn it!"
"You worried about me?" Cas asked quizzically.
"Well, of course I did! Where were you?!"
"I found a liquor store. So I drank it." He said straight faced. Dean shoved the guilt down, and looked into his best friends eyes.
"Don't you worry me like that again Cas. I called you a million times."
"I'm sorry. I never heard you. I'll try not to worry you again in the future."
"Damn right you will." Dean scolded. He felt twice as guilty being harsh but he had to hide how upset he really was. That was the Winchester way. Well, except for little girl Sammy.
"I believe I'm tired." Cas said matter 'o factly.
"You're what? But I didn't think angels needed to sleep."
"I don't. But I think the all the liquor did something to my vessel. I'm feeling much weaker than I ever have."
"Well, go sleep. I'll be quite." Cas stood there looking at Dean, contemplating.
"Well don't just stare at me feather ass take a nap." Cas nodded deciding then a nap would be good. He removed his trench coat and threw on the chair across from Dean before walking over and plopping down onto Dean's bed haphazardly. He nestled into the pillow and sheets breathing in deeply and quickly drifting off to sleep.
Dean was going to say something to Cas about him getting into his bed but opted not to, letting the angel get his one night's rest. Sam came in no more then twenty minutes after the ordeal.
"Is that Cas?" he asked. Dean shushed him.
"Yes. He's sleeping. Be quite."
"Sleeping? But he's an angel."
"Yeah we know. But he said he drank a liquor store. So he thought that he maybe exhausted his vessel."
"Yeah I guess that could make sense. Wait, did you say he drank a liquor store?"
"Sure did. That's what he told me."
Sam rolled his eyes, "We crossed paths with the strangest angel."
"Hey! Don't talk about Cassiepoo like that" Dean said mockingly, Sam stifled a snort.
"Well, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up all night watching the pretty boy sleep. There's been too much eye rape between you two lately."
"You watch your mouth!" Dean spit trying not to wake Cas.
"Don't act like I'm making this up. All you two do is stare at each other. It's amazing how you guys get anything done." Dean could not wait till he didn't have to be quite and he could play hokey with Sam's pretty face. Instead he shot him a deadly look as he crawled into bed. Dean adverted his gaze back to the sleeping angel. As much as he didn't want to admit it he had been staring at Cas asleep. He was exhausted and he wanted to sleep too but he couldn't decide if he should just stay in the chair or get into bed with the angel.
"Oh just get into bed with him already." Sam whispered.
"Dude I will kill you." Dean said back to him, but he did remove his jeans and slowly crawled into bed with Cas. He ignored the chuckle coming from Sam and focused on the relaxed face in front him.
"Dean." he heard the angel breathe sleepily. Dean smiled ear to ear trying to control it.
"Hi Cassie." he whispered leaning forward and kissing his forehead gently. He placed his hand on top of one of Cas's and drifted off to sleep watching Cas's face and feeling his cool breath on his face.
Cas
After stumbling around the liquor store, Cas just wanted to go home. Wherever home was tonight. He had taken to calling the Winchester's-and Bobby's-home. There was a special...comfort they provided him that made it feel like a home. So he located the motel where Dean was and joined him. Dean was startled to see him to say the least, possibly angry even,
"Cas." Dean whispered after he noticed it was him he pulled his gun on him. Dean walked over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Cas was taken aback by this gesture but hugged him back grateful his best friend still loved him, even after disappearing and ignoring him for days.
"Where the hell were you! You had me worrying about you God damn it!" Dean said to him suddenly angry
"You worried about me?" Cas asked. Why was Dean worried about him? He'd have to have known he would be perfectly fine.
"Well, of course I did! Where were you?!"
"I found a liquor store. So I drank it." He said straight faced. Ignoring the flash of guilt on Dean's face.
"Don't you worry me like that again Cas. I called you a million times."
"I'm sorry. I never heard you. I'll try not to worry you again in the future."
"Damn right you will." Dean scolded. Cas felt bad for worrying Dean. He knew Dean wasn't actually angry. He could read Dean like a book and knew how he worked. Dean was trying to cover his guilt, and Cas accepted that.
"I believe I'm tired." Cas said matter 'o factly.
"You're what? But angels don't need to sleep."
"I don't. But I think the all the liquor did something to my vessel. I'm feeling much weaker than I ever have." Every fiber of his being felt exhausted, even his bones felt weak. He hoped maybe a little sleep would help him feel more like himself, and less like Jimmy Novak.
"Well, go sleep. I'll be quite." Dean promised. Cas glanced between the two beds and pondered his choices, but in the end he decided to sleep, choosing Dean's bed for his nap, locating it as the messy one closest to the door. That was always Dean's bed. He plopped down on the soft sheets nestlings his face into Dean's pillow smelling motor oil, gunpowder, and sweet pie. All the things that make Dean, Dean. Cas loved it and breathed in deeply taking in every ounce he could. He did not regret his choice and nodded off quickly.
He was soon woken up to the sound of voices coming from the kitchenette. He didn't panic though, because he knew it was only Sam returning. Cas was quickly re-comforted by Dean's scent that lingered in all the pillows and sheets and started to fall asleep again before opting to listen in on their conversation,
"Is that Cas?" Sam had asked. Dean shushed him.
"Yes. He's sleeping. Be quite." Cas felt soothed by Dean's husky voice.
"Sleeping? But he's an angel."
"Yeah we know. But he said he drank a liquor store. So he thought that he maybe exhausted his vessel."
"Yeah I guess that could make sense. Wait, did you say he drank a liquor store?"
"Sure did. That's what he told me."
"We crossed paths with the strangest angel." Sam chuckled
"Hey! Don't talk about Cassiepoo like that" Dean said mockingly, Sam stifled a snort. Castiel tried hard not to smile, Dean just loved to tease.
"Well, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up all night watching the pretty boy sleep.
There's been too much eye rape between you two lately." Cas's could feel his chest pumping a mile a minute there was no way Sam could have ever noticed that, nor was there a possibility that Dean was staring back.
"You watch your mouth!" Dean rasped.
"Don't act like making this up. All you two do is stare at each other. It's amazing how you guys get anything done." Cas could feel his heart rise into his throat there was just no way Dean felt the same way.
While the bickering continued, Cas desperately waited, hoping Dean would join him in the bed. When the weight of the bed finally shifted he waited for the movement to stop and whispered Dean's name out of impulse. He hoped he had done so quietly so that it sounded like he was asleep. He knew it defiantly must have because when he felt his charge's lips pressed against his forehead, he melted into the sheets. It wasn't something he'd expected but it was welcome nonetheless. But it was when Dean placed his hand on his that he finally felt soothed enough to drift back to sleep.