**EDIT (please read)**

Hey, I was reading through this one night and I realised how bad it actually is. It feels rushed and I'm not very happy with how it's turned out so far. That's a bit of a habit for me, I'll plan all these exciting things for later on in the story and don't have enough patience to correctly write the chapters before the good stuff. Therefore, I'm going to be re-writing this fic. I'm going to be using the same ideas, but instead of writing a chapter and publishing it, I'm going to write at least three chapters and publish one every so often so that I properly edit and don't rush through it all. Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy this cringe if you still decide to read! Thanks for your time.

Casteil ran his hand through his dark, black hair before he felt a jolt of electricity run through his chest. He could feel his blood run cold through his veins and throughout his body as he jumped himself into action, ran into his 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V and sped to Dean's motel room. He had felt that something was wrong. Not anything fatal, but something was frightening the magnificent human Castiel cared so much about. Castiel walked towards Dean's bed and examined him, slightly cocking his head. Dean was having a nightmare. He was flinching and turning and he had his face scrunched up, too. These nightmares seemed to happen a lot, ever since Dean's sister had passed away. Dean blamed himself for his sister's car accident, as his sister was driving away from his house. "Oh, Dean" Castiel lowly mumbled in his deep voice. Castiel knew that Dean blamed himself and it honestly broke his heart. It felt as if it was still Castiel's mission to watch over Dean, of course, Dean was out of hospital and had stopped any more attempts of suicide, but Castiel had grown so close to him while nursing him in the hospital. Cas had grown extremely close to Dean but Castiel never thought Dean would care for him at all, let alone as much as he really did. Dean was very appreciative of how Cas had nursed him back to health after Dean had done what he thought was such a stupid thing. Cas didn't think it was stupid, people do things like that for a reason. Cas couldn't watch him have a nightmare, not again, not ever again. He tried to wake Dean without startling him by placing a hand on his shoulder and saying his name. Castiel shook him slightly as he said a touch louder "Dean." Until he was leaning over him, loudly growling Deans name into his ear, centimeters away from his face.

Dean woke up to see Castiels great blue eyes staring into his intently and worried. "What the hell Cas?" Dean hissed, suddenly jumping up and distancing himself away from the awkward position he and Cas had been in. "Dean," Castiel apologised "you were startled by your dream so I woke you"

Dean mumbled a reply. "Well, thanks but-" he yawned "It takes a lot more than a damn dream to scare me Cas, I'm not a little kid, I can care for myself. Okay?"

"Are you sure about that, Dean?" Cas interrupted

"What the hell do you mean am I sure?" Dean snapped back, quite defensively "Of course I'm sure, I think you've forgotten that I'm a grown man! I mean, I might not have been to a medical school like you, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself!"

"You're angry" Cas pointed out "You're getting defensive because you want to seem tough to everyone when really, deep down, you're broken. Dean, I can tell, that's what people do."

"C'mon man it's three in the morning, can I get some sleep?" Dean grumbled and sunk his face into his pillow. Cas rolled dean over, pushed the back of his hand to Dean's forehead. "What are you doing?" Dean quietly shouted, pushing Cas' hand away.

"Feeling your temperature" Cas simply replied and put his hand forward to continue. Dean caught his hand mid-air again and questioned him "What for exactly?"

"Your dreams." Cas replied. "They are extremely frightening to you, and if they continue, you may not sleep well. Your sleep is crucial."

"Wait, Cas, what? You watch me sleep?" Dean blurted, surprised "That's the creepiest shit ever. Wh-" Dean was interrupted by Cas."Sh" Cas groaned, playfully, a grin crawling across his face "You're such a sook, just shut up."

"D-did you just sass me?" Dean said, trying his hardest to make it look like he had been offended, but he gave up after a grin crawled onto his face. Cas acted differently with Dean than he did with anyone or around other people. Dean liked it, it made him feel special. Dean would never admit it, but he was really close to Cas, he loved him, he was like a brother.

"Yeah, so what if I did?" Cas challenged, standing up. Dean examined Castiel's face. He was so human around him, he was so…

Himself.

Dean smiled and got up. His tiredness seemed to have disappeared. "Then prepare for an ass-whooping." He tried to keep a straight face, but moments like these with Cas were so good, he couldn't help but smile. Dean ran towards Cas to tackle him, he thought it would be easy, because Cas was a little shorter than him and looked light, but it felt like he had run into a brick wall. He fell back onto the floor winded and laughed. "Well," Dean started "I was just warming up."

"So you've finished warming up?" Cas smirked

"Yu-" But before Dean could get the word out of his mouth he was back on the ground with his arms pinned above his head and a knee in his chest.

"I win" Cas mockingly sung. Cas got up and offered his hand to help Dean up. As soon as Dean grabbed Cas' hand, his mind was focused on the feeling of his rough, strong arms. Cas wrapped his long fingers around Dean's hand and Dean's hand warmed at the feeling of Castiels warm hand against his. Dean's skin tingled and he could feel the warm blood from his hand rush through his body and to his cheeks. He was blushing. Dean's excuse in his head is that he just tried to wrestle Cas, so must be hot. Way too soon, Dean was up and Cas dropped his hand. "Want a drink?" Dean asked walking to his shabby kitchen. When Dean looked back into the room Cas was left in, he saw that he was gone. Dean sighed, he hated when Cas had to leave. Especially when he would leave so suddenly. That night Dean slept like a baby.