Dean allowed himself a hearty groan as the backlight of his phone broke through the night's dark haze. Reaching blindly for it on his bedside table as it buzzed against the wood, he forced his eyes open.
He brought it groggily to his ear, and hissed, "Cas!"
"Dean?" the voice on the other end of the line questioned.
Dean sat up in his bed, squinting to read the clock radio's face. "It's two AM, Cas."
"Where are you?" the Angel demanded.
Dean heard what he could only liken to a small choking sound somewhere on Cas' end. He blinked his mind free of sleep, "Where do you think I am? It's the middle of the night. I need sleep and – "
Castiel cut him off abruptly, "This I understand, Dean." He paused, and Dean heard another feint, unrecognizable sound on his end of the line. "However, this is an emergency. Where are you located?"
There was a certain urgency to Castiel's voice. Dean assumed this was all the panic Angels were able to muster. "Room three, Travelodge, Oasis," he mumbled, defeated.
The line died as he was saying a silent goodbye to any dream of a goodnight's sleep. Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stopped when they hit something solid.
"Geez, Cas!" Dean spluttered, fumbling for the bedside lamp.
Light flooded into Castiel's wide eyes, and Dean looked up at him accusingly.
They shared a moment of silence, until the Angel hiccupped.
Dean's shoulders slumped as panic flitted across his ally's pale expression.
"This is not good, Dean," Castiel informed him gravely. "Do you know what is wrong with my person?"
"Ugh," Dean groaned, and swung his legs back onto the bed. He leant backwards into his pillow, closed his eyes and promptly ignored the Angel.
Castiel's chest threw a fit, choking out another painful sounding hiccup.
A few moments passed before a shadow leant over him. "Dean?"
"You have the hiccups, Cas," Dean told him tiredly.
The Angel's face grew blank as he considered the word, before a new wave of worry washed over it.
"Hiccups?" Castiel tried it on. "Is is dangerous?"
"No, but I will be if you don't let me get some sleep," Dean warned.
Castiel stood up straight. "I will not need to find a replacement for my host body, then?"
"No, Cas," Dean sighed. He rolled on to his side, facing away from Castiel. "Go, sit quietly in the corner, or something."
"Dean, I thought I may have to leave you due to a broken host body, and you wish for me to sit quietly in the corner?"
"Yes."
"Oh," Castiel's face relaxed in understanding. "Very well then."
He hiccupped once more.