Castiel & Dean – Top vs. Bottom

"I'm gonna be on top," Castiel said, staring directly at Dean. Dean wasn't ready for that.

"Like hell you will. There's no way I'm gonna be on bottom."

"Oh?" Castiel was an angel, imbued with the power of the heavens. Here on earth, Cas got what Cas wanted. "So you want to be on top? Remember when I pulled you out of hell? You owe me. I'm on top. You're on bottom. Dean, I'm not discussing this further."

Dean scoured at Cas. Dean didn't want to do this anyway. He wanted to be back with Sam. Cas had been different ever since returning from Purgatory. What had gone on there once Dean left? Whatever it was made Castiel a different man – more powerful, more aggressive. Now, when Castiel wanted something, he didn't ask – he just took it.

Castiel removed his pants. He stood before Dean, naked as the day God made his vessel. He still wore his trench coat. He would never remove that, it was part of him. Castiel slowly approached Dean. Then he pushed him aside and climbed up the ladder. The bunk bed shook as Castiel put his whole weight on it. Defeated, Dean slowly crawled into the bottom bunk. Stupid Cas. The top bunk should belong to Dean. DEEEEEEAN!

"Cas," Dean began, annoyed. "Why do you always sleep without any pants on?"

"Pants were created out of sin. Adam and Eve wore no pants until Lucifer tempted them with the apple and they knew their shame. Angels know no shame."

Dean almost asked why he didn't remove the trench coat, but stopped short. He didn't want to open that can of worms. Besides, Cas might ask what Dean did with it while after Cas walked into that lake and the coat floated up to shore. Sometimes Dean missed his trench coat pillow, but after tonight another part of him thought he should have just used it as kindling instead. Dean closed his eyes and began to drift off to slumberland.

"Dean…" Cas whispered.

"Yeah, Cas."

"Are you sleeping?"

"No, Cas." Dean rolled over and tried to sleep again. He could hear the crickets outside singing him a lullaby.

"Dean…" Cas whispered again. Dean ignored him. "Dean…?" Dean didn't move. Castiel whispered louder. "Deeeeeeeean?"

"What, Cas!?"

"Good night, Dean."

"Good night, Cas."

Castiel pulled the covers up close around his neck and had the best sleep the world had ever seen.