Title: Pillow Pets
Pairings: Sam/Cas/Dean/Gabriel (Team Free Love)
Warnings: AU, fluff
Summary: Sam and Castiel are insomniacs. Dean and Gabriel are decidedly against this.
Dean's just gotten around to falling asleep, Gabriel's body tucked against his, small and compact. They fall asleep the earliest, Gabriel having to wake early to open up his bakery every morning, rain or shine. Dean has to head out to Bobby's garage, but not before dropping Gabriel off and scoring a free apple streudal and a chocolate-sweet kiss.
Castiel and Sam stay up latest, Sam working hard to finish up his law degree. It's not a rare sign to see him in the morning with dark circles, hair in tufts from the amount of times he's pulled it. Castiel works as a translator, and he often stays up deep into the night with "Just one more page, Dean!" of Arabic into English or Hebrew into Latin into English or the other countless languages the blue-eyed man knows.
Right now, Gabriel's spooned against Dean's chest, normally manic energy soothed and stilled, Dean's muscular arm draped over his waist. Castiel looks up when Sam yawns one too many times, mouth large and jaw aching, soft whine in the back of his throat.
"You should sleep," he suggests softly, eyes glinting behind his thick-framed glasses, fondly called "Superman specs" by Gabriel and Dean.
Sam yawns again. "Only if you do," he counters, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes as he closes his law book. Castiel sighs but for once doesn't protest, neatly putting away his things and taking off his glasses, hair mussed and blue eyes soft. Sam smiles when Castiel walks up to him, fitting between the v of his legs. He brings a hand up to thumb the stubble on his cheek, drawing him in for a slow, sweet kiss that tastes of coffee and pie—their dessert that night.
"Bed," Castiel murmurs between kisses, and Sam stands, fingers curling around the back of Cas' neck as they strip each other of most of their clothing, Castiel lingering on the soft, muscled skin of Sam's back, and Sam on the sharp, protruding, pale hips until they're just in their respective boxer briefs.
"You two comin' to bed?" Dean's groggy voice sounds from the bed. "Or are you just gonna do a strip tease with no one watchin'?" He asks through a yawn. Castiel's cheeks flush and Sam just shoots his brother a lazy grin.
"When we do that, we'll be sure to wake you both," he assures him, gently leading Cas to their gigantic king bed, covered in creamy-colored pillows like Castiel likes and laden with downy blankets, a favorite of Gabriel's. Sam and Dean could care less, always having grown up in shitty mattresses and damaged sheets.
Gabriel makes a soft sound when Dean nudges him over, octopussing his limbs around the stocky man, as Castiel presses against Dean's back, Sam on the edge. There's a short scuffle of limbs as they try to situate themselves comfortably and they all sigh contently once they're in position, Gabriel wrapped around Dean, Castiel's chin on Dean's shoulder and Sam with his arm draped over all of them.
Gabriel surprises them all by reaching over to turn off the light, plunging them all into darkness. "Night, guys," he slurs sleepily, and, after a chorus of replies, they all drift off, lulled by each other's warm, solid presences, and steady beating of their hearts.
A/N: Mostly just shameless cuddles if I'm being honest. It was cathartic to write.
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