One late night, Dean found himself alone in Rufus' cabin. Sam is God knows where, with Bobby. Dean had chosen to sit out on the hunt, for one reason and one reason only. Sam and Bobby didn't trust Castiel anymore, but Dean did. Cas had stuck his neck out for them so many times; it was impossible to think he'd betray them.

Dean was relaxing on the couch in front of the fire, covered in blankets and transfixed by the flames. It was storming outside, and the rain thrummed on the roof. When he figured they'd been gone long enough, he called for Cas.

"Castiel, it's Dean. If you aren't too busy right now, I could use some company. I'm alone, I promise." He added. Immediately there was a flutter of wings and Cas appeared next to him on the couch.

"Hello, Dean."

"Hi, Cas. How are you?"

"Fine, you?"

"Sleepy." Dean said, taking Cas' hand and pulling the angel closer. Cas snuggled up against Dean's chest, semi-sitting on the hunter's lap in order to do so. Dean kissed Cas' forehead, causing him to smile faintly.

"Then go to sleep." Cas said. Dean nodded, and rested his head on top of Cas'. He shut his eyes, and listened to the angel breathing.

"Oh yeah, thanks for coming, Cas." He whispered. Cas held his hand tighter.

"Always, Dean." He replied quietly.

Soon the hunter was sound asleep, and Castiel spent the night listening to his heartbeat.

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