Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just wrote this short little thing because..I do not know. But CW and Eric Kripke own.
Dean laid in his bed, with his comfortable mattress with memory foam that 'remembered him!', and slept peacefully.
As he slept, Castiel sat in the chair facing his bed. Dean didn't know he was here, as he had just arrived. He watched over Dean with a sad expression on his face.
So much was happening, and Castiel didn't know if he'd be able to help Dean this time. And nothing would break Castiel more than failing Dean.
Cass' heart would break, just break, if he had to look into Dean's eyes and see an expression of betrayal.
Cass stood up from the chair, slowly walking over to Dean's bed. He wasn't supposed to be here, Naomi would punish him if she discovered, which she surely would. But Cass just couldn't stay away from Dean.
Cass slowly slipped into bed with Dean and wrapped his arms around him. He wished so bad he could wake Dean and ask him what he should do. He knew Dean would have the answers. He knew Dean would tell him it would be alright and that they'd figure it out. But he also knew that Naomi was powerful.
As much as Cass believed in Dean. He also believed in Naomi's ability to hurt Dean, or make Cass hurt Dean.
Cass pressed his face against Dean, trying to hold back his tears, but they came anyway. Cass laid next to Dean and cried. He felt so helpless, so alone right now. And Dean was the only person who had ever been able to erase those feelings for him.
Cass quickly wiped his eyes and got up, leaving Dean to go back to Naomi.
Dean rubbed his eyes and yawned. He laid in bed for a bit, thinking on the dream he had had that night. He had dreamt that Cass had come back.
Dean rubbed his face and sighed. He wasn't sure what was going with Cass, but he knew it couldn't be good. Dean wished he knew so he could help Castiel.
Dean sat up and looked to the ceiling. "I don't know if you're listening, Castiel, but I really miss you, man. Come home soon, okay?" He stood up and walked out of his room, slamming his door shut.
As he slammed his door, the impact ruffled a feather that had been teetering on the edge of Dean's bed. The feather floated off the bed, where it got trapped under Dean's side table, lost now with the dust bunnies.