It was the end of a long and hard hunt and the boys were downright exhausted. Sam crashed on one of the beds as soon as they got in, not caring about his dirty clothes and multiple wounds. His soft snores were mixed with the cutting of bandage as Castiel was cleaning up and fixing Dean, who still had enough energy to stay up.
Ever since Cas started losing his "angel mojo" as Dean liked to put it, he had to use more human methods to heal the brothers. Not that he was complaining. Cas quite enjoyed the touch of Dean and usually found ways to do it more than needed.
He had just finished wrapping the cut bandage around Dean's shoulder and left his hand linger a little over the several marks made from previous hunts. "Thanks Cas," Dean grunted, wincing a little as he removed his shoes and began to lay down on the bed. "You may not have any of your angel mojo anymore but damn can you wrap a person up. It's like I have my own little nurse," he said, smirking at the angel. "I'm glad I can aid you in some way even though these methods aren't… familiar to me" the angel said, also moving to the bed to lay down. Another side effect of not having his powers anymore was that he was becoming more human. The need to eat grew and so did the need to sleep. He laid his back on the bed, his head slowly resting on the pillow.
He turned to Dean, only to see that he had already fallen asleep. Cas loved watching Dean sleep. The way his face softened, showing no signs of anger or violence from the previous day. He would look at the details on Dean's face like his freckles or his long eyelashes or the wrinkles formed by his everyday expressions. Some of the wrinkles caused by usual nightmares. When Dean would have them, Cas would slowly caress his cheek and whisper sweet nothings, saying that everything would be okay and that he's safe. It seemed tonight that the nightmares wouldn't be visiting and so Cas remained where he was examining the hunter's face.
Time passed and soon the angel fell asleep only to be awaken by movement on the bed. He opened his eyes and noticed the change of position. The hunter had half of his body draped over Cas', an arm across his chest and legs entangled in his. Dean's nose was placed in the nook of Cas' neck, his breath warm and slow. The angel was used to this pose, seeing as how Dean required contact when he slept. So he did what he always did. He slowly slid his arm that was buried under Dean's weight under the hunter's body and positioned it so he was holding him against his body. His hand went to Dean's hair, and slowly caressed it with the tips of his fingers while the other hand slowly made his way to the hunter's injured shoulder and circled the bandage very lightly with his fingertips. He heard a content sigh coming from Dean as he tightened his grip on Cas. The heat radiating from Dean comforted him knowing that Dean was safe in his arms. Knowing that right now, nothing could go wrong. Dean was in him arms sleeping, dreaming of things that made him happy. And Dean's happiness was all that counted.