Dean needed to sleep. He hadn't slept since he'd arrived in Purgatory. He looked up the tree he stood closest to. He knew it was his only shot at sleeping. Dark was already settling and he didn't have anymore fight in him. He grabbed onto the tree and began to climb. Between the no food and no sleep, Dean felt like he was going to die. He found a sturdy branch and tied himself to the tree like he'd seen that one chick do in The Hunger Games.
"I just need an hour," Dean promised himself, his eyes already closing. "I just need Cas," he whispered as he lost consciousness, strapped to the tree.
Cas walked into the room where Dean was stuck on the couch, his leg in a sturdy cast. He had pie. Dean sat up a little and grinned, motioning for Cas to join him on the couch. Cas sat at the end of the couch and took out a fork. Dean watched with an eyebrow raised as Cas put a small amount of pie onto the fork.
"You don't eat, Cas," Dean reminded the angel. Cas nodded.
"You do," He lifted the fork to Dean's mouth and Dean grinned. He opened his mouth and took the bite slowly, letting the fork be taken from his lips but leaving it clean. Dean bit into the pie and ash filled his mouth. Dean yelped and started scraping it off of his tongue.
"Cas, what's wrong with that pie?"
"Nothing. Maybe you can't eat either, Dean," Cas said with a tilt to his head. Dean looked at the pie again only to see the gray sludge of the turducken slammer.
Dean woke up feeling like he was ready to puke but his stomach was still empty. He looked around and reminded himself silently that this was progress. He'd slept maybe an hour in the days that he'd been here. He was still tired.
"Cas," Dean whispered, still half asleep as he rearranged himself just enough to shake off his last dream. "Come back to me."
Cas was sitting on Dean's lap, the angel's legs straddling Dean. His tie was loose and the buttons on his shirt were undone. The trenchcoat was on the floor. Cas held a burger in his hand and took a large bite but didn't chew or swallow. Dean opened Cas's mouth with his own, stealing the food from the angel's mouth with his tongue. He gulped it down before continuing to kiss Castiel.
Cas held up the burger again. Dean lifted a hand to try to take it. "No hands," Cas warned. Dean put his hands on Castiel's ass to keep from grabbing the food. Cas offered the burger to Dean and Dean took a large bite from it, his eyes trained on Castiel's. He groaned at the contact and the motion of finally eating.
"I'm not getting full," Dean complained.
"I'll fill you, Dean," Cas promised.
Dean jerked awake, suddenly very awake. He needed Cas, but a little more pressingly, he needed a god damn burger.