«Yeah, I'll go check it out. You just stay here.»
Dean just gave a sharp nod in his direction and left for the bathroom. And with that
Sam was out the motel door. Not five minutes later he left to go get some pie.
Upon returning to the shady motel room he left the pie on the table. Just as he
was about to turn, wanting a beer from the fridge, he barely perceived light and
a slight woosh. That was when a familiar body fell against his chest.
He grabbed the falling angel with both his arms. Eyes widening in disbelief. His hands
rummaged the other, perhaps it was a dream. But he felt so real.
With one hand at the back of his neck and the other around his waist, Dean was at
a loss. He spoke, looking down at the angel pressed against him, searching those
impossibly blue eyes.
"C-Cas?" And he wished he didn't sound so hopeful, so lost.
"Dean." Castiel's voice, rough as ever.
He skipped a breath upon hearing the oh so familiar voice. It had been so long.
He could barely choke back the tears begging to fall.
"I.."
But he couldn't speak. He just gripped him tighter. And there he was, for the first
time in ages, praying. He prayed that nothing would ever come between them again,
that the angel still loved him, that they could forgive each other. That this was not
some cruel illusion.
Not in as many words of course, after all, this is Dean Winchester.
A few hours later, in the dark of night, Sam returned. Upon closing the door he
saw an untouched piece of pie, which put a quizzical look on his face. Then he
looked in the direction of the bed and stopped dead in his tracks.
The person laying with his brother was not of the opposite gender. When he stepped
closer he gasped. It was Cas. Castiel way lying in the bed, with Dean, their limbs
tangled in each other.
He wanted nothing more than answers to the inevitable questions, but couldn't bring
himself to wake up either of them. Not upon seeing Dean's hands desperately clawing
around the angel, head on his shoulder.
But there was one thing, gnawing on his insides, making his sweet smile falter.
For upon hearing both Dean and Cas' light breathing he remembered. That angels..
Angels do not sleep.