Hi guys, so I've been writing little one shots to for a while, mostly to help me with writer's block when I'm writing stories, and sometimes it does help, but the point is that I've decided that I'm going to upload them! Yay! I'm going to be doing stories based on things that inspire me like songs, things that happen at work, Tumblr prompts, and I am more than happy to take ideas from you guys! I'm open to all ships (although I prefer Destiel, Sabirel, or Sam/Jess), I prefer fluff, but I'm willing to do angst, and um…basically anything (but my smut isn't really the best). The uploading schedule will probably be pretty sporadic, but I'll try to upload once a week at least. If you guys have ideas, feel free to PM me or leave a review!

So, this story came from a picture that I saw on Pintrest of a person in their fatigues and possibly a police officer, maybe security guard of some kind? sleeping on each other on a subway/train thing. Anyway, I loved the picture and decided to write the story. Hope you enjoy!

Dean Winchester was exhausted. He'd spent the last fourteen weeks training for his new life in the Army. He only had about two weeks at home and he was planning on spending the first day or so just sleeping. Dean didn't want to inconvenience his younger brother or his uncle to come pick him up, so he had gotten to the station, and here he was, on a subway on his uncle's apartment. He rested his head back against the window and closed his eyes, hoping maybe a quick power nap would be enough.

Castiel Novak was exhausted. He'd spent the last twenty hours helping out on a double homicide. He knew being a police officer meant he would have to deal with things like this, but normally he didn't. Mostly just breaking up college parties, but every now and then he would get something gruesome like this. He got on the subway so that he could make it home and sleep before his next shift. Castiel got into the car and was planning on standing, but there was one seat open. Usually, he wouldn't take it, but he was just too tired. He took a seat next to a sleeping man in camouflage. As tired as he was, Castiel couldn't help but notice the freckles that stood out against the sleeping man's tan skin. He really was a good looking man, but Castiel really didn't have time for that. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a second…

Dean woke up, not exactly sure how much later, but there was a weight on his shoulder and a little tickle of hair against his neck. He looked over at a messy tuff of black hair. Connected to a police uniform. Huh.

"Next stop is 67th street." A calming female voice came over the speakers. Dean wasn't sure if he should wake the man up or let him continue to sleep. Dean figured that the man may miss his stop if he didn't check with him. Dean cleared his throat.

"Hey," Dean gently began to shake his shoulder. "Um, officer?" Dean whispered practically in the man's ear. The man's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Dean. Dean was taken aback by how absurdly blue they were. "I um…I just wasn't sure what your stop was. Mine's next so," Dean wasn't sure what else to say.

"Oh," The man blinked a few times and stretched. "I'm very sorry about that." Wow, this guy's voice was…well, there was no other word of it. Se…okay, maybe incredible? The deep, rumbling caught Dean off guard.

Castiel noticed the bright green eyes of the handsome, now awake, man.

"My name's Dean, by the way." Castiel gave him a shy smile.

"My name is Castiel." Dean smiled back and then stretched.

"Well, Cas, I think we're just about to 67th Street." Castiel heard the nickname, but didn't mention it.

"That's the street I need." Castiel cleared his throat. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, but he didn't want the man to leave either. "Thank you, for letting me use you as a pillow. You were apparently quite comfortable." Dean chuckled to himself.

"Well, anytime you need a pillow, just let me know." Castiel turned up one corner of his mouth.

"Thanks, I will have to keep that in mind." Dean decided to see how far he could take this. After all, this was probably going to just be somebody he never saw again. Maybe turning on the charm wasn't a bad idea.

"Well, I know that we're both tired, so I think the only logical solution is for us to get some coffee."

"I like coffee."

Dean placed a kiss to the small, blonde girl's forehead and tightened the covers around her.

"That's my favorite story, Daddy." Dean smiled at her.

"I know, sweetheart. Now you need to get some sleep, tomorrow is a big day."

"I know! Good night, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, too. We'll see you in the morning."

Castiel Winchester was exhausted. He'd spent the last two hours decorating for Claire's birthday party tomorrow. Dean and Claire had helped some, but then they found some streamers and ended up playing with those instead. He heard his husband come downstairs and smiled. Castiel stood back and admired his work. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and pull him back into a strong chest.

"What story did she hear tonight?" Dean placed a gentle kiss to Castiel's temple.

"The story of the police officer and the Army punk that went to get coffee." Castiel smiled and spun around in Dean's arms.

"I rather like that story."

"I think we all do, Detective Winchester."